Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 437



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 437

The division of the group of heroes (4)

After half an hour had passed.

Namguru followed the guidance of the nomad who came to find him and headed somewhere.

There, Jongli Chu was waiting, and there were several hemp bags lying around beside him.

“Welcome. First, I have prepared all the military rations here.”

At Jongli Chu’s words, Namguru frowned.

“Are you trying to mock me now? This is all the military rations prepared for this fortress. Are you telling me to believe that now?”

At Namguru’s comment, Jonglichu smiled awkwardly and scratched his head.

“I am truly sorry, but this is all there is to it. I had no choice but to do it because of the instructions from above. We are in a hurry because of the war with the imperial family.”

“You’ve sent all the military rations to the south, so there’s nothing left here?”

In response to being told to speak rationally, Jong-ri Chu waved his hand and responded.

“That’s not what I meant. While we’re busy with the war with the royal family, how many days can we defend this fortress against Myeol-a-geol?”

“So, since this fortress will be taken over anyway, we prepared only a small amount of military rations. Is that what you’re saying?”

“That’s right. It’s a kind of scorched earth tactic. Now that we’ve formed an alliance, I’ll be honest.”

Namguru swallowed a laugh inwardly at the sight of her blurting out all the information so frankly that it was almost foolish.

‘What an incredibly stupid guy. Hehehe.’

Namguru thought he had swallowed it, but Jonglichu’s eyes clearly showed his true feelings.

– Hey, listen! Well, this guy is ignoring you right now! Show him an example!

Jongli Chu answered in his heart to the advice of his vague friend seen behind Namguru.

‘I know, so don’t worry.’

As Jong-ri-chu stared into space, smiling stupidly, Nam-guru burst into laughter without realizing it and barely came to his senses.

“Ahem. I understand your circumstances, but this is not enough.”

“Oh dear. Please understand our situation a little. There is no military rations left in the fortress, but I will immediately send a messenger to the south to explain the situation and prepare military rations.”

“…You haven’t even sent a messenger yet?”

“Oh! I didn’t think about that because I was worried about my guests. Anyway, please wait a few days. Right now, we are already busy fighting the war with the royal family, so I’m sure the leader will give us some military rations.”

Namguru, who was lost in thought for a moment after hearing Jongli Chu’s words, answered.

“Good. First, I will send these military rations to our Myeol-a-geol. Also, I will convey your wishes to the Khagan.”

“Hahaha. Thank you very much!”

“However, I will send back a few of those who will be used as messengers along with military supplies, and I and the rest of the warriors will stay here. Since we will soon become allies, isn’t that okay?”

When Namguru said that as if he would not give in easily, Jonglichu responded with a smile as if he knew nothing about it.

“Of course! We’ll be on the same boat soon, so how could there be any doubt?”

The way Namguru rolled his head around in a nonchalant manner was a cute contrast to the old appearance of the Muslim merchants.

* * *

The next day. In the depths of the Forbidden City.

When Taekonggong heard that Myeol-a-geol’s envoy had arrived, he gave the order without even a moment’s hesitation.

“Give them as much as they ask for.”

I wasn’t trying to buy time by pretending to negotiate. I was really planning on giving it to those damn bastards.

‘We can always deal with the nomads later! For now, the weightlifters come first!’

When he heard news of further uprisings in Guangdong Province, Taegonggong felt that there was no time to even think about it.

Besides, since the harvest season was just over, there was plenty of food to be harvested.

“Also, since this is a wartime situation, I am ordering each province and district to increase taxes and collect military rations wherever they can!”

Taekong Gong was a man who considered the crops grown with the sweat and blood of the farmers as his own property.

As soon as Taegonggong’s instructions were finished, the eunuchs left the palace, and soon the messengers rode their horses toward the Northern Military Command, the North China Plain, and the Northeast Plain.

The Northern Army Command, following the instructions of Taegonggong, asked the Myeolgyeol envoys to give them a few days to rest, and in the meantime, they began to confiscate crops from the North China Plain and the Northeast Plain, almost to the point of extortion.

And a few days later.

Wagons and carts loaded with massive crops harvested in the North China Plain and the Northeast Plain lined up toward the northern border.

It was not military rations for the soldiers who were repelling the invaders, but military rations to be offered to the invaders.

* * *

one side.

While one country was preparing tribute to be offered to Myeol-a-geol by exploiting the peasants.

Jongli Chu had to use every means necessary to avoid giving up military rations while dealing with Namguru.

“Please wait a moment! The leader is at the front lines, so it seems like it will take some time for the messenger to arrive.”

For the first two days, I made excuses that I didn’t have permission from the leader yet.

“The leader has given his permission! However, it will take time to transport the military rations.”

There, for another five days, I made up all sorts of excuses to stall for time.

“Oh. I heard there’s a shortage of military rations from the farmland. Oh, haven’t you heard? Those horrible bastards from Han slaughtered our Cheonmasin Church farmers and even burned our farmland! Because of that, we’re running out of military rations right now.”

“Don’t worry. The rations in the farmland are insufficient, but there is a way out! The rice and food that the commoners have left in the warehouses. I will raid them all and give them to you.”

“Of course, our great Heavenly Demon Sect is shedding blood to protect them, so shouldn’t they at least provide us with food?”

Jong-ri-chu kept saying things that he didn’t mean as if he was sincere.

Because Jong-ri-chu kept talking nonstop, Nam-guru, who would always go to ask when the military rations would be delivered, would often come back half-conscious.

At this point, it would be natural for Namguru to get angry and doubt Jonglichu’s sincerity, but he trusted Jonglichu without any doubt.

“Please. Please wait just a little longer. We need Myeol-a-geol’s help.”

It was because of the sight of Jong-ri-chu begging for help, holding onto his trouser legs with a face that looked like he was about to cry.

For the future of the Cheonmasingyo, he was a man who could easily throw away his pride.

No. I was glad that I could be of some help to the new religion.

The only surviving disciple among the former Cheonma-in Hyukryun Ilhwi.

Among them, the grand prince Wei Jin-hak became the leader of the religious sect, the third prince Seo Wan-pyeong became the leader of the dark palace, and the youngest, Il-mok, even rose to the position of Left Secretary at a young age.

Compared to them, Jongli Chui thought he was lacking and had not even reached the level of a horse yet.

How could I not be happy that I could be of help to the new religion, even with my limited skills?

In any case, because of Jongli Chu’s desperate begging and pleading for him to wait, Namguru could not even imagine that he was deceiving him.

“Ha. I will speak well to my Khagan.”

“Thank you so much!”

Every time I went to ask for military rations, I would always come back with something like this.

Namguru would organize the conversation he had with Jonglichu and send a messenger to the Khagan of Myeolyeogeol.

And several times the letters sent by Namguru flew to the Khagan.

Sitting on the Dragon Throne, Khagan checked the newly arrived letter from Namguru and smiled faintly.

“He’s a funny guy.”

Although he may have been deceived the first time or two, the Khagan did not fully believe the contents of the letter.

This was partly because he was originally suspicious, but also because, unlike Namguru, who had seen Jonglichu’s performance in person, he had only confirmed it through the contents of the letter.

Originally, people were stupid when they experienced something themselves, but they became wise when they observed it as a third party.

While Kagan was pondering what to do about this matter for a moment.

Someone’s shout was heard from outside the ger.

“O Khagan! Carts and carriages carrying military supplies from Han are approaching!”

The tributes that the Han side had promised had finally reached the Myeolgye tribe.

“Hmm.”

Kagan, who had been scratching his chin as if pondering something, soon opened his mouth with a smile.

“Lead about a thousand warriors and go to the fortress that Namguru is heading towards.”

It wouldn’t be like they were trying to attack a fortress with just a thousand men. When those gathered in the ger looked puzzled, Khagan added.

“If you truly wish to form an alliance with our Myeol-Ageul, send an envoy to stay with our tribe until we can send you military supplies.”

Only then did the others in the ger understand Khagan’s intentions.

In simple terms, it meant that they were going to take hostages.

“Tell them to bring me someone with a high position among those fanatics. If they refuse to give us the military rations and go to war with us, I will have that messenger’s tendons cut off and put him on the front line so that he can be used as a cannon fodder.”

* * *

A few days ago.

A place far from the northern border. Near Deokchang in southern Sacheon Province.

There, three major forces were lined up, exuding a strange atmosphere.

In the center, the Southern Army’s troops are focused solely on the water castle while building a stronghold. To the north, the troops of the Cheonmasingyo sect.

And to the south, the rebel forces led by the Guangdong Jin family and the Hainan faction, who had just passed through Yunnan and arrived here, were each setting up camps.

If the forces of the Cheonmasingyo and the rebels were combined, wiping out the Southern Army would not be a problem, but there was no immediate battle.

This was because the Cheonmasin Church and the rebels did not trust each other.

Although they shared the same goal of destroying Han, their relationship was quite ambiguous as they were not clearly allied with each other.

“This is so frustrating! If that’s what you’re worried about, why don’t you just wipe out those guys after you’ve cleared out the Southern Army?”

Baekwoonhak let out a faint sigh at Dokgo Ryong’s shout and said.

“Usagi. Please think before you speak.”

Although he was using honorifics, the content of his speech was clearly close to profanity.

After that, the meeting continued for a while with Commander Yanggwang Do, Jinin Cheongmok, Baekunhak, and Dokgo Ryong arguing.

An unexpected urgent message reached them.

One was an urgent report about the North.

There was news that the Myeol-a-geol guys were watching the liver and that Jong-ri-chu was buying time.

Because the distance between the northern border and this southern part of Sacheon was quite far, the news was only now reaching us.

And another urgent piece of news was that the Eastern Army had begun to move.

After hearing both urgent reports, Commander Yang Guang hurriedly opened his mouth.

“If we hear news that the Eastern Army has moved, those people from Guangdong will have no choice but to return to defend their home base of Guangdong. So, no matter what, we must join hands with those people from Guangdong and eliminate the Southern Army as quickly as possible. Before they return.”

Others, too, have realized that now is not the time to sit back and seek ways to win with minimal sacrifice.

From now on, it was a race against time.

“Hahahaha! That’s better. Send a letter to those guys from Guangdong. And whether they accept it or not. Tomorrow, at the crack of dawn, I will wipe out all the remaining Southern Army guys!”

At Dokgo Ryong’s shout, Baek Woon Hak sighed again and did not spit it out.

I didn’t like the way things were going the way that crazy inspiration wanted, but circumstances were what they were.