Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 310



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 310

God (4)

Repeat the long journey from Gansu to the Western Regions twice.

Ilmok left Gansu for his third journey and was moving through the grasslands.

‘Has half a year already passed?’

It took at least seventy days to travel from Gansu to the Western Regions and then return to Gansu.

If you repeat that twice, and add the time wasted in initially opening the trade route to the West and the time it took for the advance party to travel north first, half a year had passed.

‘Time really flies. Like an arrow.’

Ichimoku’s gaze, half-asleep on the horse, turned to the arrow piercing the air with an incredible clarity.

That strange object, too big to be called an arrow, but too small to be called a spear, was shot by Jeong-Hyeon.

After receiving a huge bow and arrows as a gift from Ilmok, Jeonghyeon often went out to shoot arrows in the grassland like this.

It was too dangerous to practice in places where people come and go.

“That’s great, Lady Jeong. It looks like you’ve definitely gotten used to the bow now.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Jeong-Hyeon bowed his head to Ilmok’s congratulations.

A few days after receiving his first bow as a gift, Jeong-Hyeon couldn’t even think of practicing with it.

It was more out of embarrassment than any thought of hurting someone, since it was such a conspicuous bow.

Then, Ilmok made a proposal to her.

“Since the grassland is wide open, it’s easy to secure a view, and there aren’t many people coming and going, so why not practice here?”

Following Ilmok’s advice, Jeong-hyeon gathered his courage and shot the giant bow.

Wheaaa …

The arrow, which flew with a huge bang, landed in a completely different place than where Jeong-Hyeon had intended.

“Wow. That’s amazing.”

Jeong-Hyeon bowed his head in response to the compliment from Ichimoku, who knew nothing about it.

“I wasn’t aiming for that, Your Majesty.”

From that day on, whenever there was no one in the meadow, Jeong-Hyeon would take out his bow and practice archery.

Because I realized that I had to get used to a completely different feeling from the bow I was originally using.

It was originally difficult for humans to use all their strength while taking care of even the smallest details, and her new bow was a strange weapon that required all of her strength to pull it together in order to fire.

However, thanks to the effects of the Ghostly Shrine that granted her extreme sensitivity, after three months, she had finally adapted to this strange bow.

Kiririririk.

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

The arrows fired in succession were so exquisitely crafted that they landed right next to the arrows shot previously.

After shooting off a single arrow like that, I took a moment to rest.

The horse and chariot they were riding on moved forward and arrived at the place where her arrow had fallen.

Pot.

Jeong-Hyeon jumped from his horse and retrieved the arrow he had shot.

Since these arrows were made specifically for her giant bow, there was the minor problem of having to collect them after each use.

* * *

A few days of crossing the meadows in a peaceful atmosphere.

After a day of rest at the outpost, they headed toward the entrance of Cheonmandae Mountain.

They arrived near the eastern end of Cheonmandae Mountain and stopped their horses and carriages.

The sky was still blue, but it was already evening. The northern grasslands were just bright because the sun was setting late.

As usual, after spending a night here, they planned to cross the foot of Cheonmandae Mountain and head to Xinjiang the next morning.

“Confucius.”

“I noticed it too.”

At Jeong-Hyeon’s call, Ilmok frowned and looked somewhere.

“Everyone, get your masks and weapons.”

With instructions to prepare for battle.

At the same time, nomads who had been hiding in various places on the mountainside in front of where they had stopped began to appear.

“under.”

Ichimoku burst into laughter at their appearance.

The number seemed to be at least three hundred. It seemed as if a number that large could easily be hidden behind bushes or rocks.

“Your Majesty, they are approaching from the rear as well.”

When Jin Ha-yeon looked back at the report, he saw that, as expected from nomads, men on horseback were approaching from all sides, surrounding them.

Because it was a plain, it was only visible in the field of vision, but it was still quite far away.

‘Escape… won’t be easy.’

Although they were approaching from afar, there were no holes in the formation.

Also, because the distance was far, if they tried to penetrate one side, they would have no choice but to change their formation and surround them even more thickly.

Moreover, considering that the men who had been ambushing us from the front were pursuing us from behind, breaking through the encirclement was an even more difficult task.

If you add in the ambushers in front and the ones approaching from afar, it looked like there were at least a thousand of them.

It seemed like a rather tiring number to deal with with only about fifty people and their entourage.

Well, if all the enemies are pyramids, then that’s another story.

“Who gave you permission to pass through the territory of our Oirat tribe?”

Just looking at those guys who are now stepping forward and screaming, they are not easy enemies.

It wasn’t just Ichimoku who noticed that fact, the man who shouted was looking straight at Ichimoku.

“Are you, by any chance, the Khagan of the Oirat tribe?”

When Ohalak interpreted Ilmok’s question, the vicious-looking middle-aged man nodded.

“That’s right.”

The two men who met each other’s eyes intuitively realized that they were formidable opponents.

“I didn’t know that this was the territory of the Oirat tribe. I heard that they have a base far to the northwest.”

“Hahaha. From this moment on, it is our territory.”

At the confident answer of his opponent, Ichimoku curled the corners of his mouth and asked back.

“So, what do you want from us, even with such a warm welcome?”

“You ask the obvious. I will bring down upon you the divine punishment that you dare to invade our tribal territory without permission.”

Even though he had seen Ichimoku’s skills, he was confident.

It was confidence that came from the difference in numbers.

Ichimoku also knew that fact, so he came up with a plan.

“How about taking the long view? If we continue to use this road and pay the toll, wouldn’t it be beneficial for you as well?”

“Hehehe. Did you think I’d be fooled by such shallow tricks?”

The grasslands of the north were extremely vast, and there were many areas unsuitable for human habitation.

From the perspective of a man who has lived in such a world, it was foolish to hope that the prey he had once let go would come back.

The Oirat Khagan drew his machete, pointed it at the merchants of the Central Plains, and shouted:

“Hit!”

As soon as his command was given, about half of the men who had emerged from the foot of the mountain raised their bows and aimed their arrows.

Although they acted like bandits, they were nomadic warriors in real life, and they were experts in archery.

The moment they quickly took aim and were about to shoot their arrows.

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

An arrow flew in with a strong blast and pierced the body of a nomad.

“Ugh… .”

Jeong-Hyeon was able to kill one of the nomads with an arrow shot in an instant, but the crowd was outnumbered.

Starting with the arrow shot by Jeong-Hyeon, more than a hundred arrows poured down from the foot of the mountain at once.

“Tsk.”

Some arrows were aimed at people, but most were aimed at horses, as if to prevent them from running away.

Ilmok swung his Ascension Sword to form a shield to block the arrows, and Jin Hayeon also used his Eumhanjigi to form an ice wall.

Joo Seo-yeon and other unmanned people also successfully protected their own bodies and horses by swinging their weapons diligently.

Meanwhile, Jeong-hyeon, who was protected by Ilmok, shot his arrows again and snipe the nomads, but more arrows rained down on them again.

While the feet of Ilmok and his party were tied together with arrows.

“Wow!!”

“Kill him!!”

The other half, who had been lying in wait at the foot of the mountain, charged at them with machetes and spears.

The arrow-shooting sergeant gave instructions to his men.

“I will attack you head on.”

If you run away, you’ll only get closer to those guys who are forming a circle and approaching you from afar.

Rather, I decided to take a frontal assault. In addition, if the enemy and allies started fighting together, it would be difficult to attack with bows like we were doing now.

After giving the order, Ichimoku ran forward using his Cheonmang Sword to fire a hail of arrows, and his men followed behind him.

As Ilmok and his men drew closer to the Oirat warriors who were running towards them, the rain of arrows suddenly became less frequent.

And then, a fountain of blood spurted onto the battlefield.

Crunch!

The one at the very front swung the Sword of Ascension without a shred of mercy, and with each swing of the sword, the bodies of Oirat warriors were cut down.

The group that followed in a wedge shape as if supporting Il-mok began to clear the way, taking out those who were out of reach of Il-mok’s sword one by one.

But the one-sided massacre was only temporary.

“I will let you deal with this Taragai-sama yourself!”

Taagai, who stepped forward with a shout, easily blocked Ichimoku’s sword, unlike the other warriors.

As the sword shook the magic and formed a lightning bolt, Taragai laughed viciously and shouted.

“Hahaha. That’s a funny technique!”

The energy tied to his sword began to rotate violently, making a loud noise, like a saw blade.

Every time Taragai’s machete and Ichimoku’s Ascension Sword clashed, a loud noise rang out, using a unique method of applying strong energy that was no less powerful than Ichimoku’s sword.

While the one who was clearing the path at the very front was blocked by Taragai, the others caught up with the one who was clearing the path.

“I am done, so make a way!”

At Ilmok’s instruction, Jin Ha-yeon gritted her teeth and waved her sword with both hands.

She was cool-headed and could tell right away that if she got involved in the fight between the two masters with her own skills, she could end up being a hindrance to Ichimoku Gongja.

bang!

Unlike her, some foolish Oirat warriors came forward to help the Khagan, but were swept away by the debris of the river and their bodies were torn to pieces.

Jin Ha-yeon moved to the side to avoid the fierce battle between the two masters, and every time her pair of hands, filled with the spirit of the cold, danced, the bodies of the nomads blocking her path froze.

Take a moment to break through the front lines and take the lead.

visor!

A warrior appeared who had finally come out unscathed after clashing with her minority magic.

He was filling the mando with energy, preventing her cold energy from digging into his body.

She shook off her impatience and unleashed her magical powers to clash with the warrior.

visor!!

The moment when her sword and the warrior’s machete clashed again.

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

With a tremendous blast, a huge arrow that looked like a spear flew past Jin Ha-yeon’s ear and headed towards the warrior’s heart.

To avoid the spear, the warrior turned sharply.

Kwajik!

“Ugh… .”

The warrior behind him was unfairly pierced by the arrow and fell.

Even after piercing one person, the arrow still had some strength left, and continued on its way, eventually piercing another warrior.

And while Jeong-Hyeon’s arrows were taking care of the two warriors.

Jin Ha-yeon did not miss the opportunity that Jeong Hyeon gave her.

Jin Ha-yeon swung his sword at the warrior who turned sharply to avoid the giant arrow.

puck!

Her palm brushed against his with a light noise, but a cold chill penetrated the man’s body through her palm.

“Ugh… .”

The man struggled to overcome the cold, but Jin Ha-yeon showed no sign of concern and struck the man’s head with her clumsy movements.

puck!

Jin Ha-yeon, who had defeated the master blocking his way, began to use his magic again to clear the way.

Meanwhile.

Jeong-Hyeon, who was positioned in the center of the formation and protected by the warriors, looked at the battlefield with her bow aimed with calm eyes, which was unusual for her.

Kiririririk.

The moment the bowstring, which was making noise as it could not overcome the strong tension in her hand, was released.

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

The arrow flew again with a strong blast, passing by the cultist who was swinging his sword and piercing the forehead of the nomad warrior.

No, the arrow that had burst his head continued on and pierced the warriors behind him one after another.