As Prophet - Chapter 14



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Episode 14. Death Penalty, Do You Want to Bet?

The platform was placed less than fifty feet from the wall. It was much higher than the wall itself. The height difference was so great that you would have to climb up and then jump down.

“Is this it?”

“Yes. This place seems good.”

“If only it were a little wider.”

When he made one person climb up as an example, he climbed up like a squirrel, raised both hands, and shouted hurray. The chief was satisfied with that.

After half an hour had passed, another truck came. They had not found a wheel, so they were trying to drag people in by force. The saying that nothing is possible and nothing is impossible came to mind.

At that moment, the magistrate came running. It was only about fifty paces from the castle wall, so it was quite a dangerous distance, but he came riding on horseback and jumped down.

“General Baek.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Why aren’t the vanguard advancing? You’re furious.”

Words without subjects sometimes make people angry. The reason I want to ask, “Who?” is not because I’m curious about who, but because I hate those who force things by rank without knowing the issue. Dalcheon pointed to the wall. My eyes followed his hand. The section of the wall that had sunk was lower than the other side and had fewer troops.

“I plan to attack there. I plan to create one more cloud.”

“The other side is already falling over.”

“No. Look again. You can’t get over it. There are many casualties on the dangerous ladder. If you just put up a tangled ladder and climb up, you’ll all die.”

“War… isn’t that what it was originally like?”

“Yes, but… … .”

It sounds like he’s willing to die. Dalcheon, who was at a loss for an answer, looked at Bijang Baek Ui-hyeong. Bijang shut his mouth tightly and answered.

“I will get over that wall before the sun sets.”

“Ugh… … . Can’t we do it now?”

“Many soldiers will die.”

“Before that, I think the main building was beaten to death by the choreographer.”

Dalcheon looked at the castle wall with shining eyes at the magistrate’s joke. It might be possible. But even if it succeeds, many people will die or be injured. Dalcheon asked Bijang.

“What should I do? Should I try with two?”

“Put two of them, and put more ladders on the left and right… … .”

It is a call to try. It is not the enemy that is scary, but the one who tells me to fight the enemy behind me is more scary. White clouds drift leisurely across the blue sky, and the fields are hot in the spring sun. I wait for it to ripen, but time is usually indifferent, and even hostile. If I wait long enough, the clouds will be created, but many friendly forces attacking from the left and right wings will die, and as a result, I will be forced to attack when I do not want to.

“Let’s do it!”

“yes.”

The general agreed and re-instructed the soldiers on the rules of conduct.

“Protect the soldiers moving the ship first. Peng Baesu forward!”

“Loyalty!”

“Archers, take covering fire. Take down every enemy you intercept.”

“Loyalty!”

“If you hesitate in the middle, everyone will die. Don’t stop and advance to the wall in one breath. Once you’re on top of the wall, focus on protecting yourself and form a defensive line with your allies shoulder to shoulder.”

“Loyalty!”

The seemingly endless instructions for action were given to each role. The magistrate standing behind clasped his hands anxiously. He was the highest ranking person, but he was a civil servant. There was not much he could do.

Twenty or so Pengbaesu stood in front, holding large shields with bright red goblins on them. Soldiers clung to the large cloud on all sides. They pushed and carried and moved forward. Dozens of Pengbaesu stood close to them. Archers were positioned behind them. Soldiers who were going to climb over the wall advanced in five rows at the very back.

He pointed out a middle-aged man holding a handle with his spleen sticking out like a flower bier. He looked familiar.

“Hey, old man! Why are you limping? Come out!”

“Draw it because you’re tired. You can do it.”

“Oh, I told you to come out.”

“I said I could do it.”

I took the grumbling old man out and put someone else in. I also took the one without the helmet out.

“Why is there no helmet?”

“Well, it was there before, but I don’t know where it went.”

“Oh my, if you carry it without a helmet, you’ll die. Come out.”

“It’s annoying.”

“What’s wrong with you? Come out.”

They pulled out a few people and even deployed some reserve personnel. The procession carrying the floats moved forward.

“If the old men are pushing over there and get hurt, they go in there.”

“Loyalty.”

A young man grumbled.

“I’m not an old man.”

“Oh, you’re going to be an old man soon.”

“Yes.”

They would line up while riding horses and running around the parade grounds, then place a drummer right behind them and encourage them with their voices.

After that, Bi-jang taught Bo-gap how to climb over the wall and what to do afterward. He asked for Dal-cheon’s understanding in front and finished practicing how to climb over Un-je. The afternoon sunlight was slowly falling.

Dalcheon approached Baek Ui-hyeong, who was in a state of shock.

“Death penalty! I will take the lead.”

“What’s the lead? You go over on that one! I’ll go over on this one. Let’s see who goes first!”

“Hehehe, okay. Do you want to bet on who will fall first?”

“This kid! Is this a joke?”

“We must make sure that the soldiers are not afraid.”

“Really? Then let’s make a bet. I’ll treat you to a drink at Jinanju tonight.”

“Loyalty.”

The four brothers smiled brightly. When Baek Ui-hyeong ordered the advance, the flags waved and the sound of drums shook the heavens and earth. The five hundred or so Gyeongsan-hyeon troops advanced forward, driving the cavalry as if they were playing a game of chariots on a holiday. There were many Peng Bae-su holding shields next to the procession that was being carried and pushed, and archers followed closely behind.

Dalcheon, who had been looking around on horseback, climbed up onto the cloud. The two men of Pangbaesu followed him up and set up a shield, thinking that the young man might die first.

Dalcheon, standing taller than the castle walls, took out his bow and shot the arrow. Standing high up, the view was wide and good.

Peeing!

The bullet that flew out leaving a gaping wound flew almost straight at the enemy and hit the forehead of the general who was commanding the soldiers on the wall. Those who seemed to be under his command swarmed around the guy who fell without a scream like a swarm of ants to examine the details, but no one can survive after being hit in the head.

The enemy’s eyes turned in this direction and dozens of arrows flew. At a close distance of less than 50 jang, dozens of enemy arrows flew. The Peng Baesu guarding Dalcheon’s side snarled and blocked them.

Tutututuuk!

The sound of arrows hitting the shield was loud. Dalcheon ordered a response shot towards the rear.

“Fire! Fire at the walls! They’re swarming like a pack of dogs beyond that too. Fire! Fire!”

The order should be as simple as possible, but since they were people I knew well, the explanation was long. The densely packed archers responded, and those who had been leaning out between the gaps in the wall were knocked down by the Joseon army’s fire.

The armor of the Waegu was weak. They said they came from Tsushima Island, but most of the troops were residents. They had swords and bows, but there weren’t many warriors with armor, and Tsushima Island didn’t have anyone to take responsibility for their supplies.

There was already a lot of discontent due to restrictions on trade, and it was not an organized war, but rather a protest against the suspicion and accusation of pirates against the Japanese residents due to pirate incidents.

Dalcheon’s eyes sparkled as he saw the men falling to the gunfire. There were those with shields and armor in front, but behind them was nothing. Most of the men running around barefoot in shabby clothes were only holding swords.

“Their armor is thin. Archers, fire! Shoot hard! Shoot!”

At Dalcheon’s command, the archer next to Unje shot an arrow. While he was shooting arrows, the enemy’s arrows flew in and killed several of his allies. Sparks flew from Dalcheon’s eyes as he watched his allies fall.

“Peng Baesu! Raise your shield! Block!”

Hundreds of friendly arrows flew over the walls. The screams of enemy soldiers falling behind the walls tore the air. Yunje approached, and the distance was now less than twenty paces. The enemy soldiers fired arrows with great effort. Some threw short spears.

“Forward! Forward!”

As Dalcheon commanded from the top of the cloud, Bijang jumped up onto another cloud. When you climb up to a high place, the view is different. You can see the situation inside the castle wall at a glance. They were swarming like ants on the five-jang high wall, so there was no place to stick a needle. I was terrified. I thought I would die the moment I jumped down. However, war and battle do not leave room for an individual human being to move. Even if you die the moment you jump down from the cloud, you must jump down.

Turning my head, I looked toward Dalcheon, and saw that they were continuously shooting arrows near the castle wall. They were shooting two or three arrows at a time, and since they were close, three or four people fell down with each shot. This wasn’t the kind of thing where you could bet on who would get over first. I regretted that I had made a fool of war, but I couldn’t help it.

“We’re going over the wall! Prepare your spears, spearmen, and spearmen!”

When Dalcheon shouted, the eyes of the soldiers lined up in five rows behind Unje lit up.

Time passed by regrettably. As the cloud approached, the enemy’s resistance grew stronger. Countless arrows flew, and some threw stones. Some even stabbed at us with spears that we couldn’t even reach.

The distance between the remaining ten chapters has been reduced to about five chapters.

“Cheer up! It’s coming soon! Cheer up!”

The soldiers pushed up the ramparts on the uneven ground, groaning and pushing them. Then, with a bang, the ramparts landed on the walls.

“Everyone, get over the wall! Get over the wall!”

The sound of the drums grew louder, and the soldiers who had been waiting rode up the ramp. It was a small war. Both sides were short on equipment. Siege weapons were insufficient, and defensive weapons were inadequate. In the end, it would turn into a fight between people.

Dalcheon, who saw the swordsmen coming up like a pack of dogs, jumped down from the ladder that ended higher than the castle wall without hesitation. He held a small cavalry shield on his left forearm and drew a long sword in his right hand.

“ha!”

I jumped down on top of the enemy who had fallen after being hit by an arrow, swinging my sword in all directions. One of the enemies who was looking up lost his head, and the one standing behind him also fell down with him.

He turned his body halfway and swung his sword horizontally. That’s why the attacker’s first strike is so scary. Was he just trying to watch the situation without thinking? The two guys who were looking up blankly fell down, clutching their chests.

And several spears and swords were focused on Dalcheon. Dalcheon turned his body and struck them all away. The blades that had gathered in one place burst out in all directions like a picture. Dalcheon mercilessly cut down the space created by the weapons. Three people fell, holding their stomachs.

I was left alone in a crowd of dozens of people, so every stroke was regrettable. No matter how much I swing, I can’t hit multiple hands. It’s just that the space is narrow, so multiple attacks can’t reach me at once, but if I continue like this, I’m sure to lose.

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

When Dalcheon extended his sword, piercing the neck of the large man blocking his way, the Joseon soldiers who had followed behind jumped down.

The first one to fall was pierced by the enemy’s blades at the moment of his fall. He fell down on top of the enemy’s body with his own weight. The second ally jumped down, planting his feet on the ground and swinging his sword. At the moment when he struck two blades and three swords struck his abdomen, three ally fell from the air and met their shoulders.

It was a sad time. Every time our troops landed on the wall, the enemy was pushed back. The same number of people died. However, fortunately, the armor of our troops who were deployed on the wall was thick. The enemy was knocked out by one sword strike, but the Joseon troops did not die easily even after being hit by two or three sword strikes. It was thanks to the thick armor.

And it was thanks to the martial arts of Dalcheon who had passed first. Every time he swung his sword, two or three enemy soldiers would fall. It was not a swordsmanship of striking, blocking, and avoiding, but a swing of power, and with each stroke of the sword, enemy soldiers would fall like millet. It was as if a spring was attached to a person’s body. From the white surface of the sword, a whiter ray of light leaked out and scattered in all directions. The sword stroke that was drawn diagonally twisted and stabbed the enemy’s heart, and when he stepped on the fallen ones and struck them left and right, the enemy soldiers who could not endure it fell down the wall.