Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 402



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 402

Holy War (2)

Following the instructions of Wei Jin-hak, who had decided to serve as his lord, he took control of the grassland area north of Cheonmandae Mountain for about a year.

Dokgo Ryong succeeded in absorbing the nomads of a vast territory, including the areas previously controlled by the Oirat tribe, as well as the ascending route that Ilmok had opened in the name of the Mireuk Myungyo.

This was due to the superior military power of Dokgo Ryong and Cheonma Shingyo, but it was also because the method they chose worked well.

Hardline and conciliatory policies.

After subduing the opponents through a show of force, they distributed food to those who surrendered, treated the sick through doctors and nurses, taught letters, and taught the doctrines of the Cheonmasin religion.

Instead of just swinging the whip, Dokgo Ryong handed out a solid carrot.

In the beginning, there were many tribes that resisted, but as word of the generosity of the Cheonmasingyo spread across the grasslands, the number of people who chose submission rather than resistance increased exponentially.

Of course, this was only the result of the instructions of Ilmok and Wijinhak. If Dokgo Ryong had been left entirely to this task, the results would have been different.

There was a high possibility that he would become a common enemy of the nomads, as he would seek out and defeat any nomad tribe he came across and forcibly annex them.

Also, Ichimoku’s contribution to Dokgo Ryong’s quick merger was huge.

Slaves of nomadic origin purchased in the process of trading with Islam. They were brainwashed by missionaries. No, they were converted and went on a missionary journey together with Dokgo Ryong.

Even if they were not from the same tribe, there was bound to be a big difference in persuading someone from the same nomadic tribe as persuading someone who appeared to be from Xinjiang or the Central Plains.

When they saw that people of similar nomadic origin were treated well by the Cheonmasin Church, their reluctance to surrender naturally decreased.

Of course, Dokgo Ryong did not feel grateful to Ilmok for that, nor was he impressed by Ilmok’s intelligence.

Because there was no awareness that it was all thanks to Ilmok.

Go ahead.

“It’s so boring, you just surrender whenever we meet!”

As good rumors about the Cheonmasin Church spread, the nomadic tribes began to surrender unconditionally, which made them even more irritated.

“Yes, Grandfather! Recently, before we invaded, there were even those who came to us voluntarily and surrendered!”

To Dokgo Ryong’s grumbling, Dokgo Pae, who was nearby, also shouted in agreement.

To Dokgo Joson’s nonsense, the warriors of the Cheonmasingyo nearby could only shake their heads.

Around that time, the madmen of Dokgo Se-ga began to lose their self-control.

A letter arrived from Xinjiang.

“Hahahahahaha!! Finally!! This day has finally come!!”

It was a letter from Wei Jin-hak that the Cheonmasingyo would launch a large-scale counterattack when the Murim Alliance publicly attacked the Mireukmyungyo.

Dokgo Ryong, who was very excited, rode his horse like a madman for several days and returned to the headquarters, but the main force had already left.

As Dokgo Ryong was preparing to leave the headquarters again and join forces in Cheonghae, a letter from Wi Jin-hak from Cheonghae arrived.

“Hahahahahahahaha!!!! As expected, the leader’s talent is incomparable to mine!!”

The letter contained a plan to not only wipe out the Central Plains martial arts world, but also prepare for war with the imperial family.

For this war, he was ordered to return north again and gather together nomadic warriors to form a sort of cavalry force.

In addition to the hypocrites of the sect, Dokgo Ryong, who was very excited by the plan to sweep away even the imperial family, ran back to the north with his feet on fire.

And beyond just giving orders to his subordinates, he himself began running around, seeking out nomadic tribes and recruiting warriors.

At that time, Dokgo Ryong was in full swing creating a cavalry unit.

A letter from Ilmok arrived at Nanju.

It was a letter that had passed through the surveillance of the northern border area through a Cheonmasin sect warrior who had some level of skill in stealth.

What was written there was simple.

The Western Army Command would soon concentrate its border troops in one place to attack Nanzhou, so they were to cross over to Gansu through a place with weak surveillance and attack from behind when the main force of Nanzhou and the Western Army Command fought a war.

“It’s finally war!!”

As expected, Dokgo Ryong, who was very excited, led the approximately three thousand nomadic cavalry that he had gathered and headed south.

Indeed, most of the border soldiers who had always been on guard, as written in the letter of Ichimoku, had disappeared.

They rode their horses madly across the border where surveillance had almost disappeared, and finally, at this very moment, they arrived at the battlefield.

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Three thousand cavalry.

Compared to the great armies of fifty thousand and eighty thousand, they were a small number, but the impact of the cavalry was different from that of the infantry.

Even the nomads were people who spent their entire lives with horses, so the power of a cavalry force comprised of nomads was beyond imagination.

Of course, the soldiers of the Western Army Command were accustomed to fighting nomadic cavalry.

If they fought in proper formation, there was no reason why they could not stop three thousand cavalrymen.

However, they were already in the middle of a battle with the vast army of Nanju, and were not prepared to deal with the nomadic cavalry.

“Those guys are begging to be killed!!”

Dokgo Ryong, who was very excited, drew his sword and pointed it at the left wing of the Western Army Command while riding his horse.

The shape of the left wing, thrust forward to surround Nanju’s main force, looked truly delicious.

Following him, three thousand cavalrymen headed towards the left wing of the Western Army Command.

“Shoot!!”

Horse archery, which can be said to be a symbol of nomads, shone.

As they shot arrows from dozens of yards away while mounted on horseback, a rain of arrows rained down on the heads of the soldiers on the left wing of the Western Army Command.

Pavababababak.

“Ahhhh!!”

“Arrow! Arrow in the thigh!!”

While advancing to strike the enemy’s main force, the soldiers were helplessly knocked down by a surprise attack from the side.

“Shieldmen!! What are the shieldmen doing!!”

“Pick up your shields now!! Protect the soldiers!!”

The mid-level commanders, such as Baekho and Cheonho, located here and there, shouted at the top of their lungs, but their cries were in vain.

Since they were regular soldiers, the soldiers would raise their shields at his direction, but the enemy was not archers who would stand still and shoot at the same spot.

“Left! I mean left!!”

They rode horses and moved quickly, shooting arrows incessantly in different directions.

When the situation unfolded in which the soldiers of the left wing were being ridiculed by a mere three thousand cavalrymen, the commander in charge of the left wing shouted urgently.

“What are the cavalry doing!! Chase those guys right now!”

The cavalry of the Central Plains were inferior to the cavalry of the nomads. Even the number of cavalry on the left wing was only about a thousand.

He also knew that he was no match for her.

‘Damn it. We must form a line even if it means losing cavalry.’

Since the only thing that came to mind was the image of me being fooled by Samcheon and losing, I chose the lesser evil.

His order was given to the cavalry, and the admiral saw the cavalry charging toward the nomads with the sound of horns.

And only after witnessing the scene that followed did he realize, a step too late.

That he had made the worst choice.

He saw the body of the cavalry captain who was running at the forefront of the left cavalry being split in two along with his horse.

Crunch!!

Even though it was a battlefield filled with loud noises, for some reason the commander seemed to be able to hear that eerie sound.

“Hahahahahaha!!”

Then, a hearty laugh erupted, drowning out all the noise on the battlefield.

It was the laughter of an old man riding a huge black horse who had just slaughtered the cavalry captain.

As if he wasn’t satisfied with that, the old man continued swinging his sword without stopping and mercilessly slaughtered the cavalry on the left wing.

Even a hundred or so cavalrymen began to charge following the old man.

They were the warriors of Dokgo Sega and Cheonma Shingyo who followed Dokgo Ryong.

By them, the thousand or so left wing cavalry were swept away as if they had encountered a storm.

In particular, the leading Dokgo Dragon swung his sword madly like a fish in water, and no one dared to block his single sword.

Crunch!

While Dokgo Ryong and Dokgo Se-ga’s warriors fight against the cavalry on the left wing.

“Shoot!”

Pavababak!

The rest of the nomadic cavalry simply rode their horses diligently and stirred up trouble all over the left wing.

“Stop it!! I said stop it!!”

The admiral could only shout in vain as the cavalry sent to buy time fell without gaining any advantage.

Meanwhile, the enemy also noticed the addition of the nomadic cavalry, and there was a change in their formation.

Some of the men who had been ignorantly charging toward the main force of the Western Army changed direction and began attacking the left wing of the Western Army.

From behind, nomads were trampling with bows, and from the front, the main enemy force was attacking. So, while trying to form a siege line, they ended up being surrounded instead.

“Fuck. Fuck.”

While the governor was muttering curses in confusion, his adjutant shouted urgently.

“Your Majesty the Admiral!! Look, look over there!!”

The face of the adjutant general, who turned his head at the adjutant’s shout, was completely distorted.

The friendly cavalry force, which had numbered a thousand, had now been reduced by more than half.

“Hahahahaha!”

The terrible old man riding the huge black horse suddenly turned his horse and charged towards the main force on the left wing.

“Isn’t there anyone stronger than me!!”

That too, alone.

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One corner of the story.

“Hahahahahaha!!!”

A faint smile appeared on the lips of Commander Yang Gwang, who had joined the main force, at the sound of loud laughter coming from afar.

“You’re finally here.”

The reinforcements I had only heard about.

The story that a cavalry force would join from the north had already been relayed to Ichimoku by the commander.

But a huge sense of anxiety remained in a corner of my heart.

It was because there was no proper means of communication.

The message had to be relayed by hand, and there was no time left to exchange letters with the cavalry that was said to be coming from the north.

However, if we used signal fires or flares, there was a high possibility that our surprise attack strategy would be discovered by the enemy.

In the end, there was no choice but to hope that the other party would move on time as agreed upon in advance.

And fortunately enough, the reinforcements that Ichimoku had been talking about arrived on the battlefield at the most opportune time.

However, we cannot simply be happy about the addition of reinforcements.

“Turn the spearmen to the right!! Archers, aim for the enemy’s left wing on the right and shoot your arrows!”

The commander began to command the main force of the Nanju Army, shouting with great internal energy.

“I will help the cavalry to destroy the enemy’s left wing!!”

As soon as his instructions were given, generals everywhere gave orders to their soldiers.

“Shield soldiers, block the enemy’s right wing coming from the left!!! Just buy time!! The enemy’s main force and left wing will soon collapse!!”

As the commander kept talking and the generals all over the battlefield repeated his orders, the soldiers, despite being a rabble, moved in unison and followed the generals’ orders.

“Gwang! Myung! Gwang! Myung! Cheonma Shingyo!!”

The commander tried hard to suppress his sense of foreboding as he watched the soldiers moving while chanting hymns.

No matter how mad they are and how courageous they are.

“Kuaaaah!!”

The screams and groans of pain as our allies fell to their deaths could be heard incessantly from all directions.

Even though they had the opportunity to surround and destroy the enemy’s left wing thanks to the cavalry joining in, and even though they had seized the opportunity to win the war, they knew that if things continued this way, it would be a victory that would only end in wounds.

They were traitors, and the Western Military Command they were now dealing with was only a small part of the enemy’s strength.

So, in order to overcome his anxiety, the commander turned his head and looked straight ahead.

Where the enemy’s main force is. And where Prince Ichimoku is headed.

‘Confucius, please make me successful.’

In order to minimize the damage from this battle, Ichimoku absolutely had to succeed in his mission. And as quickly as possible.

Is it because my anxiety keeps rising?

Before he knew it, the conductor’s mouth began humming the lyrics without him knowing it.

“Gwang~myeong Gwangmyeong Cheonmasin~gyo.”

Like ordinary soldiers singing all over the battlefield.

Strangely enough, I felt like my anxiety was going away a little.