Login Murim Episode 950
For everyone, that summer was unusually short and confusing.
The strangely unpredictable weather was just one of many reasons. Now the flood is not even that surprising.
On one day in midsummer, hail fell instead of monsoon rain, and there was also a time when pure white frost fell following the largest heat wave in history.
Those who ruined their crops overnight sat down and wept, and with the skyrocketing grain prices, they now had to worry about tomorrow’s meal.
The government released Guheulmi (救他米), but one bag of rice was reduced to one hop through the hands of several people.
In the end, those who could not endure hunger headed to the mountains.
There, they became bandits by peeling tree bark and eating it or using rusty farm tools as weapons.
But even that will not last long.
What can these people who have been plowing rice fields all their lives do? The only thing waiting for the clumsy bandits is death.
Whether it was the government army or the martial arts people, they would be subjugated someday, and only when the cold blade cut into their torsos did one question suddenly arise.
The question of why did I become like this?
But no one knows the answer to that question.
The things that happen in this vast world are often so complex that no one can understand them.
This was especially true when I looked back on the past two years.
“Did you hear that story? Just a couple of months ago in Namman…
“That’s not all. “The land of Guangxi is stained with blood.”
“I’m going crazy. “How the world works.”
It is common to see numerous stories floating around wherever you go.
However, the atmosphere, or even the air, was different from a few years ago.
The voices of the people who filled the room were as low as the morning fog, and their eyes and faces were full of worry that could not be hidden.
Rumors about Moorim, which were once just a snack or entertainment, have now become the blade of reality and are slowly digging into people’s skin.
They could no longer laugh and sing.
Looking anxiously at the government troops patrolling the streets in groups of dozens and the martial people who occasionally passed by, I hurried my steps toward home before the end of the day.
Now everyone knew it instinctively.
A new war has already begun.
The fact that a disaster incomparable to the 100,000 demonic cults that trampled the central plains decades ago is looming over their heads.
And those who were part of the fence called Moorim were feeling the current reality more clearly and clearly than anyone else.
“They say they have now taken control of the imperial family. “And that lasted for several decades, starting around the time of the Great War.”
“I also received word through the openness.”
“The power of Dark Heaven is more than I thought. It’s a shame that it came to nothing, but if their plan had succeeded…
It was no longer a special event for the martial arts people, especially the lords and family heads of the ilmun (門), to gather in groups of dozens.
They discussed the current situation in heavy voices and discussed the future.
11 was measured.
And every time, there was a name that always appeared.
“Yeolhwasintong did a great job this time too. “I heard that through this work, you have received active support from the imperial family and are receiving the emperor’s favor.”
“So, is that rumor true?” “What rumors?”
“I guess you haven’t heard yet. “There is a rumor that a few days ago, when Yeolhwasintong left the imperial capital, the Emperor himself came out to see him off and enshrined him as a royal concubine.”
“What is it… that the emperor gave a government post to a martial artist, and that too? “Is that really worth it?”
“I’m sure they were the only ones who watched. Since it is the imperial capital, it took some time to get information from Hao Wen and Gao Jing, but it seems to be true.”
A horse without feet can travel a thousand miles.
The imperial proclamation declaring war, externally referring to Amcheon, and the activities of Jin Tae-gyeong, who rose to the rank of a great prince and received unprecedented courtesy, were instantly on people’s lips.
Now, even the imperial family has come forward.
If a great nation, which had been watching with both hands in the midst of the Great War, were to step forward with countless soldiers and supplies, the dark spring would be no different from a lantern in the wind.
No, exactly, everyone expected that.
Except for a few people who know the details of the situation.
Food!
The old man, who was watching the back of Jeon Seo-eung disappearing into the distance with the rough flapping of his wings, unfolded the small paper he was holding in his hand.
Every time his eyes scanned the tiny letters, the sword image on his face became slightly distorted.
“Yes, that’s how it happened.”
A soft trickle of brains flowed between dry lips.
The old man, who had been thinking about something for a while, threw the paper he was holding into a brazier in a corner.
And after watching to the end the book, which had been greased with oil to prevent it from getting wet, burning in an instant, he walked towards where he needed to go.
Jerk. widely.
A dull noise that echoes every time you walk with a limp.
Those who looked like Confucian scholars at first glance bowed their heads slightly whenever they spotted an old man.
“Are you here, footnote?”
“For a moment, I have something to report about what happened in Guangxi.” “I’m in.”
“Hebei, Liaoning, and Shaanxi… I passed by with a bunch of bamboo pieces in my arms.
Some people just left after saying a brief greeting, but most of them gave new information to the old man, and each time he did so, he organized and refined his thoughts.
And finally, I stood in front of a tightly closed door.
Sweet.
A door that opens as if it had been waiting. But the old man was not surprised.
Just as he knew everything that was going on thousands or tens of thousands of miles away, the owner of this room was also the same.
Of course, it’s similar, but in reality, it’s on a different level.
The old man has many eyes and ears, but the other person can figure out everything that happens within a radius of about 100 by himself.
“Are you training martial arts?”
At the first words of the old man who entered the simple room, the man sitting cross-legged opened his eyes. “It did. “Until a little while ago.”
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“sorry. “I guess I unintentionally got in the way.”
“Don’t worry about it. “There must have been something like that.”
The man with a grinning smile was young.
He had a face that appeared to be straight-set at best, and his naked upper body boasted perfectly balanced muscles with extremely compressed muscles.
Of course, the moment he put on his clothes, he became one of those ordinary young men you see everywhere.
“Okay, what’s going on?”
A natural underbelly that continues to flow.
However, the man had enough qualifications and experience to do so.
Geomseong (劍星) Maejonghak is one of the biggest pillars that supports the martial arts world.
“I came to see you because I have something I need to report urgently to the lord.”
“It’s something that needs to be reported urgently.”
The smile on Mae Jong-hak’s mouth disappeared. He sat down in the prepared seat, tilted the teapot, and continued speaking.
“Is that report related to Shanxi?”
Squeak.
The cold tea water begins to steam even before it fills the cup. The old man who sat down with Maejong Crane stroked the teacup heated by the heat of samadhi evolution. “yes.”
The teacup was warm. But the story from now on will be cold and dark.
Mae Jong-hak read that fact in the old man’s expression.
“Say it. “Eunyoung footnote (隱影間主).”
Songho, the old man, answered.
“The Taiyuan Jin family has withdrawn its retreat.”
“More details.”
“The entire Shanxi martial forest is on the move. “More than 30 sects and families have gathered around the Taiyuan Jin family, and Shanxi Province is also mobilizing all its forces.”
“eww “
“石”.
Mae Jong-hak let out a soft sigh. There is nothing to hear anymore.
This is literally an all-out war. It will be a great battle that will determine the life and death of not only the Shanxi Wulin but also the entire Shanxi Province.
“What is Shanxi’s power?”
“First of all, there are about 5,000 warriors on standby, led by Taewon Jinga, and in addition, there are 10,000 government troops, including 1,000 cavalry.”
A total of fifteen thousand.
This is a military force that has literally scraped up to the bottom.
If the Taewonjin family had not achieved incredible wealth over the past two years, as many as 5,000 warriors would not have been able to gather.
However, the biggest problem is…
“Not even half of the enemies.”
Cheonmyeonhori nodded heavily in response to Maejonghak’s concern.
According to what Eunyeonggak has figured out, the army of the grasslands moving south will increase from at least 30,000 to as many as 40,000.
Due to its proximity to the grasslands, the government troops stationed in Shanxi Province are quite elite, but the waves of cavalry corps, which are more than twice the size of the total force, are literally a nightmare.
“In order to minimize damage, it appears that the intention is to vacate the northern part first and then fight in the central part.”
“If it’s the central region, is it Taewon (大原), which is also the base?”
“To be exact, it looks like the decisive battle will take place in Jeongyang, about 300 miles away from Taiwon.”
“It’s Jeongyang. Jeongyang…
Mae Jong-hak muttered softly and suddenly realized the identity of this strange familiarity. “That’s the place. Palcheonhyeop(A天映) “Yes. you’re right.”
Cheonmyeonhori continued speaking in a calm tone.
“The Palcheon Gorge is a natural fortress in itself.
It’s no different than me. In the past, during the Great War
“It is a place that contributed decisively to Taewonjinga’s victory two years ago.”
Baqian Gorge, located on the border between central and northern Shanxi Province, is a jar-shaped canyon.
The road is steep and the entrance is narrow, making it the optimal battlefield for fighting a large number of enemies with a small number of people.
Moreover, considering that most of the opponent’s strength is cavalry, it is difficult to find a place like this.
The problem is that the number of cavalrymen is tens of thousands, and the true enemy has not yet revealed its true identity.
“If a decisive battle were to take place in the Eight Heavenly Gorge, what do you think the odds are that Tae Wonjin will win?”
“No matter how high you hit it, it’s still worth it. Even if the situation is favorable to Taewon Jinga, it is difficult to go beyond that.”
Cheonmyeonhori’s eyes sank deeply as he answered resolutely.
“If the enemy army was made up of only nomads, it would have been more than five times worse. but······
“Yes, we must not forget them.”
Dark spring.
The pitch-black dark clouds had already swallowed up the blue sky of the plains, and their mere presence was entangling everyone’s ankles like a trap.
“It is difficult to expect support for Taewon Jinga at this time.”
Cheonmyeonhori’s face was dark as he said that.
As the Murim Lord’s right-hand man and the owner of Eunyeonggak, he was one of the people in today’s world who knew reality better than anyone else.
“Everyone already knows. “If you move hastily, you could get caught up in their evil tactics and suffer great harm.”
Although it is completely incomprehensible to common sense, Amcheon had already demonstrated a magic technique known as Lee Dong-jin (移 動陳) several times.
As a result, Shaolin, known as the Taesanbukdu of the martial arts faction, also suffered severe damage, and even the nine factions and the five generations are no exception.
Even if it is right here, in Hanam, where the Murim League headquarters is located.
“Then the troops we can mobilize right now are-······
“doesn’t exist.”
“does not exist?”
Mae Jong-hak stared at Cheonmyeonhori, who spoke clearly as if there was no room for reconsideration.
“I have one question for you. “I hope you will answer carefully.” “Please speak.”
“Is the statement that there are no troops to be sent to Shanxi a fact without a single lie?”
Cheonmyeonhori chose silence instead of answering.
He lived a life similar to his nickname.
Hiding one’s identity and telling outright lies as if they were facts was as natural as breathing.
However, even such a thousand-faced Hori could not bear to make up a lie in front of the transparent eyes of the opponent in front of him, the Sword Saint Mae Jong-hak.
“Doesn’t the Lord know…?”
Cheonmyeonhori opened his lips heavily.
“The scales of power have already tipped significantly, and now it is Ha Book that will help Shanxi. “It is right to formally order a retreat to Taewonjinga immediately.” “I guess it’s late.”
“It’s not like that. Although the remaining time is short, if we push the front to Hanam without delay, we can preserve the remaining troops and plan for the future.”
“No, it’s definitely late.”
Mae Jong-hak shook his head slightly and added.
“To change their minds.”
“The So family head of the Taewonjin family is a smart person. He always has a broad view of every situation and is very cautious when making decisions. So, didn’t you also recommend him to the Military Department of the Murim Alliance?”
Cheonmyeonhori let out a sigh without even realizing it.
If such a cautious person made a decision that risked the fate of his family, it meant that he could never take it back.
Even if it is the order of the Murim Lord.
“But if things continue like this, we may lose Shanxi and all of them.”
“I know. “If they retreat like this, the innocent civilians who were unable to escape will be slaughtered by them.”
“Don’t try to ignore me. “The reason they want to fight is not just to protect their hometown.”
Cheonmyeonhori, who was momentarily speechless, could not bear to face Maejonghak and closed his eyes.
okay.
I knew it. I just pretended not to know.
Because this is a war, not a battle.
In order to win this war, the few thousand warriors are more important than the more than 100,000 people.
“Is my judgment… wrong?”
“No, it was great. “You are a better soldier than anyone I know.”
At the unexpected answer, Cheonmyeonhori opened his closed eyes.
Before he knew it, Mae Jong-hak was looking at him and smiling softly.
“I just forgot one thing,
“What is that?”
“I was so busy looking at the entire forest that I didn’t see the small tree branches in it.”
It was that moment.
Sreuk.
The energy that came out with Mae Jong-hak’s hand gesture opened the tightly closed door.
Following this, along with a secret show of affection, a human figure came rushing in like the wind.
“So, what news did you bring?”
To Mae Jong-hak’s question, which seemed like he had been waiting for it, the messenger under Maeng Ju-bu bowed and answered.
“It’s urgent! Hebei Paengjia, Mo Yongse, and Hwasan and Jongnam each sent reinforcements from Icheon to save Shanxi Province…
Cheonmyeonhori froze for a moment and could not hear what was said.
How dare you dispatch so many troops as reinforcements in a situation where your home base might be in danger.
The military strategy he learned went against common sense that everyone knew.
but······.
‘Yes, that was it.’
Cheonmyeonhori smiled bitterly.
And only after the messenger who delivered the incredible news left, did he break the long silence and open his lips.
“I understand now. “The name of the branch I haven’t seen before.”
“Something?”
“It is Hyeop (俠).”
Maejonghak smiled softly.
I remember myself in my younger days, when I swore to cultivate martial arts and achieve wisdom.
“Never forget it again. “We are all martial people.”
The Chongyang Festival was four days away.
Two thousand warriors left the Murim League headquarters and headed north.