Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 435



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 435

The division of the group of heroes (2)

Before the rebellion broke out in Guangdong.

The heart of the Forbidden City in Beijing.

Taekonggong had already started to give off quite a toxic vibe.

It was because of the news that kept coming in recently.

One was the news that Yang Mu-ja and Nam Gung-jin had lost their lives to the Demonic Cultists, and the other was the news that Taegeuk Sword Master had lost his life at the hands of Shin Seung.

“Hehehe. It seems like Eunuch Bang is taking control of the situation very well.”

Even though his allies, Yang Muja and Namgung Jin, had died, he was still happy.

Because from the beginning, it was a war to induce a two-way battle between the Cheonmasin Church and the Central Plains thugs.

From Taekonggong’s perspective, Yangmuja and Namgungjin were people who had to be killed anyway.

He also heard the news that a man named Jeokri Kang had joined the Cheonmasin religion, but Taekonggong paid no attention to it.

In any case, he was just another thug who had to be killed, and if the battle continued as it was, it was obvious that both sides would continue to suffer losses.

In the process, countless innocent civilians and government troops also lost their lives, but Taegonggong did not care.

Because the people are abundant in this vast land of the Central Plains.

The only thing that was bothering me was that there had been no news yet about Comrade Mo Gyu-pil, the commander of the Jinguiwei, who had been sent to Xinjiang.

But it was just a little annoying. I didn’t really pay much attention to it.

‘There are no masters left in Xinjiang, so there’s no way Mo Gyu-pil would have been affected. If he had been affected, there would have been some changes in the behavior of the Demonic Cult guys.’

I just thought that maybe he was still stirring up Xinjiang. In the first place, it took a long time to go from the Forbidden City to Xinjiang, so I thought that the news could be delayed.

But as a few more days passed, the discomfort grew deeper, as if the small thorn that had been stuck in my finger was digging in deeper.

‘The battle between the Central Army and the Demonic Cult has entered a lull, so why aren’t the Demonic Cultists sending reinforcements to Xingang?’

As the war entered a lull, I began to notice that something was strange.

“What an idiot! You can’t even do a proper job of attacking Xingang, which is no different from Mujukongsan!”

I was so angry.

If the Demonic Cult had turned their troops to defend Xinjiang, and if Mo Gyu-pil had died in the process, Taegong-gong would have mourned his death and greatly praised him.

However, since there was no trace of the Demonic Cult deploying its troops, Taekonggong had no idea what kind of idiotic act Mogyupil had committed to deserve his death.

Taekonggong continued to gather information about the Central Plains, suppressing his anger towards Mogyupil, who had disappeared like a mirage along with hundreds of other masters.

Then one day, terrible news arrived that I could never have imagined.

“How dare you, you filthy thugs!!”

This was because news of the rebellion that had started in Guangdong reached the Forbidden City.

Even the distance between Guangdong and the Forbidden City was considerable. By the time Taegonggong received the news, the rebellion had already spread beyond Guangdong to Guangxi.

The enraged Taegonggong gave an order to the eunuch waiting at the entrance to the palace.

“Issue an edict to the Eastern Military Commander-in-Chief immediately! Tell him to gather troops from the castles under the command of the Eastern Military Commander-in-Chief and completely subdue the rebels in Guangdong!”

At the angry Taekonggong’s shout, the eunuch responded with a startled face and quickly flew away.

“Yes, I will follow your orders!”

Taegonggong, who had given the order to the eunuch, looked down at the map of Central Plains with a face that still showed no signs of appeasement.

His gaze was directed north.

He was troubled. Should he order not only the Eastern Army but also the Northern Army to attack Cheonmasin Church?

‘There’s no need to be afraid of nomadic rascals.’

At a time when Taekonggong’s mind was leaning towards operating the Northern Army.

The sound of hurried footsteps was heard from outside the pavilion.

“What happened!”

As Taekonggong, still angry, shouted sharply, someone responded quickly from outside the pavilion.

“Father, a messenger from the Northern Army Commander-in-Chief has arrived! An envoy from the northern nomadic tribe has come to see the Northern Army Commander-in-Chief!”

When another unexpected news arrived following the rebellion in Guangdong Province, Taegonggong looked momentarily dumbfounded.

* * *

A day ago.

Just when the messengers of the nomadic tribes arrived at the northeastern border.

The northwestern direction, separate from the northeastern border. The border previously guarded by the Western Military Governor-General.

There, people were moving busily.

Government troops and warriors, half naked, were moving busily around the inside of the fortress, carrying supplies, and outside the fortress, someone was diligently repairing the stone wall.

It wasn’t just the fortress. It was between the fortresses.

A long wall that crosses the border, built by the dynasties of the Central Plains that had suffered from various nomads since ancient times.

As they walked up and down the wall, soldiers and warriors continued to repair damaged areas.

No, it wasn’t just soldiers and drones.

The people of the Central Plains who lived near the border. In addition, nomads living in the grasslands outside the border joined in and were carrying out the construction of the wall repairs. Some women were even mixed in among them.

It wasn’t like I was forcing them to work.

They were people who volunteered to join and help with the work.

For several years, the influence of the Tianma Sect spread among Gansu and the nomads.

They came to us on their own feet, having become fanatics after being immersed in the great doctrines of the Cheonmasin Church.

It wasn’t.

“Just a little bit harder!”

“It’ll be over in an hour! Get your pay and go back, and don’t you have to prepare food for the kids?”

Because they could receive fair compensation for their labor.

As if you could get paid to copy flyers and posters.

After the leaflets and posters started to flood in, it seemed like you could get paid to help with war supplies.

Inspired by the plan that Ilmok came up with, Jongli Chu adopted that method.

Above all, Jongli Chu, who had lived as a top stockholder for many years, was quite accustomed to this method.

He knew very well that faith is great, but if you starve yourself, you will taste the bitterness of cold capitalism.

Of course, it was possible because I had already earned money.

The wealth accumulated through years of trade with the Hui Muslims. In addition, the Cheonmasingyo still had some room in its warehouses because it had confiscated all the offerings it had accumulated from corrupt officials and local lords during the early stages of the war.

“If it’s really hard, let’s sing a work song together!”

Those who were continuing to repair the castle walls, which was almost like manual labor, began to sing songs one by one, raising their voices.

Naturally, work songs were hymns.

“Peace like a river to me~”

“Peace like a river to me~”

Because it was the Cheonmasingyo that gave them their daily bread and tried to bring them peace.

Meanwhile, while the workers were singing and continuing their work, Jong-ri-chu was constantly moving his lips at the command center.

“How is the construction of the temporary wall to the west beyond the Gayok Pass going?”

“Even if it’s from Gansu, bring stones and keep piling them up!”

“Arrows! We still don’t have enough arrows! Get some of the arrows being made in Nanju! By any means necessary!”

A man who had been engaged in trade as a missionary and a member of the Cheonmyeong Sangdan for several years was suddenly put in charge of the northern border.

Of course, I was only given the task of preparing for war. If the Myeolgyeol tribe really did approach, I would immediately send a messenger to Shaanxi to request reinforcements.

But even so, the fact remained that his responsibility was enormous.

Under such pressure, Jong-ri Chu worked tirelessly to prepare for the perfect situation.

– Scout! What are you planning to do, Scout?

– What an idiot! Didn’t Zhuge Liang say to use the nomads of the north?

With old friends who were a little hazy as they left the extreme.

Perhaps because of the heavy sense of responsibility, his friends, who had been indifferent, had recently become quite serious and were constantly giving him advice.

In many languages.

A woman with white skin and blue eyes like James whispered in the Muslim language.

– You must also prepare military rations for each fortress.

As if to reassure the woman, Zhongli Chu answered her in the language of the Hui Muslims.

“I’m ready!”

A middle-aged man with a nomadic appearance came to me and spoke to me in English with a tearful face.

– Are you really going to abandon us? If those scary guys really come, we’ll all be dead.

“We, the Cheonma Sect, will not abandon our followers! We will open the fortress, so come fight with us against the bastards who want to destroy the fortress!”

Jongli Chu, who had been trying to appease him, this time gave orders in the language of the nomads.

“Tell the nomads this too! If the Myeol-Ageul tribe starts acting suspiciously, they are to join the fortress without delay!”

A crazy sight, with people constantly talking in different languages, even talking into the air.

But surprisingly, preparations along the northern border were going quite well.

It was because of the two men who were with Jong-ri-chu.

O’Hallack and James.

The two men had been with Jongli Chu for several years at Cheonmyeongsangdan, so they were quite familiar with his illness.

When Jongli Chu actively used the advice he had received from his friends in various countries to issue ceaseless orders, Ohalak and James would translate the contents into the language of the Central Plains and relay them to the warriors of the Cheonmasin Sect.

And the warriors of the Cheonmasingyo religion went back and forth between this place and each fortress without rest to carry out the order.

“Did you all hear? My good friend Carlson is coming to help me with his arrogant army!”

Occasionally, when Jong-ri-chu would talk crazy nonsense, O’Hallac and James would learn to just pretend not to hear it.

“Why don’t you interpret for me?”

“Oh, don’t worry. It was just a minor problem.”

Ohallak said this nonchalantly to the Cheonmasingyo warrior waiting for orders.

“Your Majesty, didn’t I tell you that Carlson is a liar? You shouldn’t be fooled for no reason.”

James also calmed down Jongli Chu without any trouble.

When the trio showed off their fantastic chemistry and prepared perfectly for war.

Someone came to the command center with urgent steps.

“Hey, it’s urgent! The messenger from the Myeol-Ageol tribe has arrived!”

At his urgent report, James and O’Hallack looked at each other.

“What the hell.”

“It seems that the Lord Buwon’s illness has spread to us.”

“I never thought that mental illness could be contagious.”

As the two men chattered in English and the nomad’s language respectively, the man who had come to report shouted again.

“What on earth are you doing! The messenger of Myeol-a-geol has come to see you!”

At that shout, James and O’Hallak, who had a feeling that something might happen, simultaneously slapped each other on the cheek.

As they felt a burning pain in their cheeks, O’Hallac and James’ expressions became serious.

“Your Majesty!! You must come to your senses!”

“Urgent news! The messenger of Myeol-a-geol has arrived!”

As the two men shouted in the language of the Hui Muslims and the language of the nomads, the eyes of Zhong Lichu, who had been muttering to himself in the air with cloudy eyes, became clear.

“Bring that messenger here immediately.”

At Jongli Chu’s command, the man who had come to report left the hall again with hurried steps.

And after some time had passed, a nomad man came to visit the place.

“I am Namgurura, the warrior of Myeol-a-geol.”

When the man spoke in Chinese with an awkward pronunciation, Jongli Chu smiled faintly and answered.

“I am the head of the Cheonmasin Church. If you find the Chinese language uncomfortable, you may speak in your own language.”

It was a fluent nomad language. The only difference was that it was a language learned from nomads in the northwest, so the pronunciation was slightly different.

Namguru, realizing that his opponent was fluent in the nomad’s language, opened his mouth with a satisfied smile.

‘You said to get as much as possible.’

Before coming here, he recalled the orders the Khagan had given him.