Episode 182.
Fate (7)
“Total casualties: five hundred, one hundred and twenty.”
“….”
“Among them, the dead were seventy and the rest were seriously injured.”
A shadow appeared on Mo Yong-woo’s face as he listened to the report.
‘Seventy…’
I thought there would be no casualties.
The opponents were strong people who had been making a name for themselves on the stage called Sae-Oe for ten years. Although they were a group of magic bandits, their power exceeded that of most sects.
Of course, there are bound to be casualties. But I had no idea that there would be 70 deaths.
‘It was clumsy.’
Yes. It was clumsy.
My eyesight wasn’t bad. It wasn’t a particularly great tactic, but it was also efficient in its own way.
But the timing wasn’t right.
Although he had eyes to observe the enemy’s reaction, he was late in realizing it, and his allies were also late in responding to the orders given.
He took control of his commander and soldiers, but that was all.
‘It’s all my fault.’
If only I had more training time.
If he had worked harder to completely unite all of the Tangma Army, he wouldn’t have suffered this much damage.
The soldiers that made up the Tangma army were each martial arts masters who had accumulated considerable experience. However, they had no experience banding together to annihilate the enemy.
Still, I thought I would be able to deal with the enemy well enough. Although I told him to be careful and be careful, Mo Yong-woo also had the feeling that he easily saw the other person.
It was a painful mistake.
‘Forming a formation or strengthening the attack and defense is the second problem. I need to improve my perspective on the situation, and my soldiers also need to know how to react immediately when an order is given. That comes first.’
In fact, we were concerned about that, so after the founding ceremony, we tried to build bonds with each other rather than just training in attack and defense. If that wasn’t done, the damage would have been much greater.
But I couldn’t help but feel disappointed.
“Go to open branches and ask for talented lawmakers. “Let the injured rest in the temporary shelter on the upper deck, and let the rest clear away the rubble of the building.”
“I follow your orders.”
“And Captain Jin.”
“Yes, Commander.”
“You worked hard.”
Jinpae shook his head.
“Although it was founded not long ago, I was also unable to properly manage my staff. “The high casualties are largely the fault of the commanders.”
“Don’t think like that. “You guys have done enough.”
“….”
“Get stronger.”
“of course.”
Jinpae bowed his head and left the room.
Mo Yong-woo sighed.
“I never thought leading people would be so difficult.”
There is no problem with leading itself. He had a great talent for handling crowds.
The problem was the heart.
‘My man died because of my shortcomings.’
It wasn’t that I wasn’t prepared. However, Suha’s death was a much bigger shock than expected.
‘In the end, it probably means that I also lack experience.’
Mo Yong-woo closed his eyes.
‘But even if I gain experience, will I be able to become resolute in the face of my own person’s death?’
It was then.
“What are you doing?”
“omg!”
Mo Yong-woo was surprised and looked towards the door.
Yeonhojeong was there.
“When did you arrive?”
“just now. “I called several times and there was no answer, so I came in to see what was going on.”
“Ah…”
“I can see it from the look on your face. “Why are you so mesmerized?”
Mo Yong-woo smiled bitterly.
“Because it happened because of my fault.”
Yeon Ho-jeong nodded calmly.
“that’s right. “It’s your fault, brother.”
For a moment, Mo Yong-woo’s eyes widened.
“What did you just say?”
“It’s your fault, brother. “For whatever reason, the subordinate’s death is the superior’s fault.”
Yeon Ho-jeong had a puzzled look on his face.
“I thought you understood that much?”
“Of course. The only thing that surprised me was…”
“Huh?”
Mo Yong-woo felt himself clear his throat for no reason.
“Now you finally call me brother.”
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Yeon Ho-jeong frowned.
“Are you asking me to call you?”
“Of course I did.”
“why? Does it tickle when you hear it? Shall I buy it?”
“It doesn’t work.”
It was an answer that felt terrifyingly decisive. He seemed to have some kind of obsession with the title “big brother.”
Yeon Ho-jeong chuckled.
“It’s an accident that’s difficult to understand.”
Mo Yong-woo scratched his cheek.
“Because I don’t have a younger brother.”
Of course, that wasn’t the only reason.
He has lived a lonely life for a long time. There was definitely a man he could call his own, but he treated him as a lord and not as a brother.
That was the reason why Mo Yong-woo wanted a comfortable relationship with Yeon Ho-jeong like a brother. If we can move together toward one goal but at the same time sincerely care for each other, that’s also a good thing.
“Anyway, it’s not something that can easily get better just by making up your mind. “Time will tell, so don’t force yourself.”
Mo Yong-woo, who was looking at Yeon Ho-jeong, suddenly asked.
“Has Yeonje also had that experience?”
“hmm?”
“I have had the experience of losing my people and my subordinates.”
Yeon Ho-jeong nodded.
“of course.”
He also lost countless subordinates. I also lost the person closest to me who was like a brother to me.
In the first place, I saw my family die. If this is an experience, then Yeonho-jeong has also accumulated quite a lot of experience.
“People say It’s a peaceful era. But my thoughts are different. Truly peace has never come to the world of Moorim. “It’s still like that now.”
“Why do you think that?”
“There are people walking around the world with powers that ordinary people cannot even imagine. “It may seem peaceful on the outside, but in reality it cannot be.”
A cool chill rose over Yeon Ho-jeong’s expressionless face.
“The world is always bound to sow seeds on the screams of the powerless. “I don’t know about individual peace, but there can be no peace for everyone.”
Embarrassment appeared on Mo Yong-woo’s face.
“Then… doesn’t that mean that loyalty is meaningless?”
“It has meaning. “I cannot fundamentally change the world, but at least I can sprinkle a glass of water on the fire of hell burning before my eyes.”
Yeon Ho-jeong smiled.
It was a smile that felt bitter.
“Black and white, good and evil, life and death. “We are just fools running around in a spinning treadmill without knowing anything.”
It was quite a pessimistic statement.
Mo Yong-woo asked.
“So that was it?”
“what?”
“I’m talking about the Cloisters. “Is that why they were annihilated?”
Yeon Ho-jeong said angrily.
“I came here to kill you anyway.”
“Of course it is. But they surrendered. “It seems difficult to see it as right to so coldly kill those who surrendered after losing their will to fight.”
“Then why didn’t you stop it?”
Mo Yong-woo sighed.
“Well… maybe I thought I shouldn’t let them live either.”
It was an honest statement.
Yeon Ho-jeong sat down at the table.
“A soldier from the main army said that to me before. “The other person is a villain, but is there any reason to kill him so horribly?”
“What was Yeonje’s answer?”
“Death is fair to everyone. In that case, the wicked must die as painfully as possible.”
“…!”
“I don’t have the authority to do that? Of course not. But I just move according to my thoughts. “Some people think that if there is someone who wants to reform someone who deserves to die, they should kill anyone who looks like me.”
“That… seems like a painful path in its own way.”
“It was like that at first. But it’s cool now.”
Mo Yong-woo’s face hardened.
“Even wicked people are still people. “You shouldn’t find that cool.”
“I don’t see wicked people as people.”
“….”
“So it’s cool.”
Mo Yong-woo filed a complaint.
“You really have a younger brother who is difficult to handle.”
“That’s why you have to look at people well and get to know them.”
Yeon Ho-jeong smiled.
“Whether you live as the commander of the Tangma army, the head of the Moyong family, or the Murim lord, you will have countless experiences like this. “Make sure you make up your mind in advance.”
“Yeonje. “I…”
“I know, I have no intention of becoming the Murim Lord.”
“….”
“It’s my job to change my brother’s mind. “I will constantly persuade you, so prepare for that in advance.”
Mo Yong-woo chuckled and sat down on the window sill.
“Hey Yeonje.”
“say.”
“Now that we’ve said it, I’ll ask. Why does Yeonje want to make me the Murim lord?”
“Because of the way you are showing right now.”
“hmm?”
“Because he is a person who is pained and self-deprecating over the deaths of his subordinates, but naturally holds the intention of not doing so in the future.”
“….”
“A person who can separate the sadness of reality from the promise of the future, while still maintaining a good nature.”
Yeon Ho-jeong smiled.
“There is no one better than the Murim lord.”
Mo Yong-woo cleared his throat.
“It’s a shame. “I am not as great a person as Yeon-je says.”
“Don’t be mistaken. Because I’m not praising you for being great. “Do you know that there is no one else like you in the wide world?”
“…risk. If so, I’m even more curious. “It doesn’t have to be me, right?”
“But you still have to be my brother.”
“So the reason is….”
“Because only then can we take down Prince Moyong.”
Mo Yong-woo’s face hardened.
Yeon Ho-jeong chuckled.
“I’m kidding. “Moyong-gun’s actual opponent is not Naji, right?”
“is it.”
“There are many good people like you and many talented people. There are people who are both good and capable. Still, the reason why I think of you as the Murim lord is…”
“Why?”
Yeon Ho-jeong was silent for a moment.
His eyes as he gazed at Mo Yong-woo were clear and deep.
“It’s just a hunch.”
“Where is that answer?”
“It’s here.”
Yeon Ho-jeong got down from the table.
“Whether you become the head of a family or a leader, it is important to constantly improve yourself. Let’s continue to work hard.”
Mo Yong-woo smiled.
“Do you know anything?”
“what?”
“Yeonje is truly a dependable younger brother.”
Yeon Ho-jeong shook his head.
“It’s not difficult to be a support when times are tough. Even if it breaks, drink it.”
“You can’t shamefully show your ugly side like that.”
“I know it’s a shame.”
Yeon Ho-jeong headed to the door.
“Where are you going?”
“Pasaruk.”
Corridor Pasaruk is not dead yet. Although his leg was cut off and his entire body was full of injuries large and small, he was still alive thanks to his unimaginable vitality.
Of course, Yeon Ho-jeong deliberately kept him alive.
Mo Yong-woo asked.
“Is there anything to be gained from him?”
Yeon Ho-jeong paused.
“The Corridor is the best magic band in the world. “You said you’ve been sweeping the Cheonghae and Gansu areas for the past ten years, right?”
“That’s right.”
“They almost never entered the central region?”
“I heard so. They said they were very careful when they came in. “Isn’t that why most of the Gudaemun faction are concentrated in the northern part of the central region?”
“But this time, you hit it big. “It is said that there is no worthy faction in Shandong, but they are still trying to destroy the Haeryong Sangdan.”
Mo Yong-woo’s eyes sparkled.
I only thought about defeating the enemy, but I never seriously thought about what the enemy’s intentions were.
“Then what are your thoughts on Yeonje…?”
“It means you have a trustworthy backing. At least I think so.”
“If it is a trustworthy ally, does this mean that the Corridor Group is in secret with the Central Plains people?”
“or.”
A terrible murderous spirit welled up in Yeon Ho-jeong’s clear and deep eyes.
“There may be people out there looking after them somewhere.”
