Login Murim Episode 958
Wow!
A slight vibration accompanied by the sound of an explosion.
Jamuka stroked his beard as he watched a cloud of dust rising above a towering cliff, so pale that it could be easily distinguished even in the dark. ‘It looks like it’s started.’
Jamuka knew well about Chingen, or rather, someone who looked like Chingen.
It is cruel, ferocious, and strong.
No matter who he encounters from above, he will accomplish his given mission. And that too, very well.
Kaang! Quad deuk!
Flashes of light flash through the dust cloud without stopping, followed by a roar.
Below, the nomads, who had already taken off their armor and were carrying hooks and daggers, were quickly climbing up the cliff, taking advantage of the relaxation of the archers’ control. “Good luck!”
Shhh!
There are occasional shouts and arrows flying, but it only ends there.
The composure and accuracy, as well as the fire nets that were pouring down from left and right, are shaking to a degree that cannot be compared to just a moment ago.
Half of the thousand archers occupying the two cliffs facing each other had already had their hands tied by Qingen, and the other half had to check the ground forces that were once again flooding into the canyon like a flood.
A loose net will eventually tear.
Jamuka planned to bring the timing forward a little further.
“Mukal. Germe.”
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“Please order.”
At Jamuka’s soft call, the two men called came forward.
Their clothing was clearly different from other nomads, and they were capable men who stood out in the SS that Jamuka personally trained over a long period of time.
Jamuka called them Ojun-Ogu (Z酸S拘), after the great conquerors of the past who ruled beyond the grasslands and even the continent. The so-called five course horses and five loyal dogs.
The ten white commanders, who were both outstanding commanders and brave men, had lived as loyal servants of Jamuka for the past several decades.
Even though I had to lose one of them in vain a few days ago.
“There are cowards who hide up there and just shoot arrows. “What should I do?”
“I will break their bows and cut off their heads and come back.”
“It’s close to the sky, so Tengri will be watching over you.”
The two generals pounded the studded armor with tightly clenched fists and turned around.
Jamuka, who watched them as they each led a hundred Kesiks and quickly began to climb the cliff, fending off incoming arrows, opened his mouth again.
“T-Laun. Boorchu. Onge.” This time there are three.
Jamuka pointed to the two named captains toward a gorge where screams were constantly echoing.
“There is the man who killed your brother.”
“—r
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The corners of the three people’s eyes trembled.
It wasn’t just because it reminded me of my brother-in-law, who had left with a vanguard with 100 Keshik under his command a few days ago and returned only with his head.
Pride.
Now their master was telling them that the three of them should work together to avenge their sworn brother who died before them.
“Khan. “I alone am enough for him.”
“That goes for me too, T-Laun!” “Please send Onge away!”
Jamuka stared blankly at the three white leaders who were rushing forward.
The solar acupuncture points on the bulging temples and the sparkling eyes are proof that these are masters who have reached the end of their peak.
However, Jamuka is their lord and teacher.
That’s why I know better than anyone else.
A few days ago, I had no choice but to make this judgment because I saw the scars left on the neck of the subordinate who returned instead of announcing victory. ‘He is by no means a soft guy.’
If you send one person, they will never return, if you send two, only one will return, and if you send three, they will most likely come back with that bastard’s head.
That was the reason why Jamuka’s will did not waver despite the three hundred leaders’ desire to win.
“Go.”
The tone is calm, but the warmth contained within is cool.
This is an order. Irresistible.
Realizing that they could no longer resist Jamuka’s will, the three leaders bit their lips and turned away.
And just like his colleague who left for the cliff earlier, he led his team and ran forward.
Hundreds of new models were launched quickly, abandoning their horses, and crossed the canyon, climbing over the bodies of dead horses and rocks.
Instead of the Shanxi people who are continuing to resist fiercely, the first sacrifice is the allies who are retreating out of fear.
“This is not this. “This is not it!” “The Black Sheep Clan, retreat immediately! “Retreat and reorganize your battle lines…!” Suddenly!
The old chieftain’s head rises into the air.
Hundreds of people participated in the war following the summons from the steppe, but now only half of the survivors from small and medium-sized tribes remained.
“Joe, Chief!”
“How dare you!”
But what awaited them was dozens of swords attacking them from all directions.
Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
“Wow!”
Every time the blade flashes, the neck and limbs fall to the ground.
The entire canyon froze at the sight of the Kesiks slaughtering about 100 tribe members with assault spears and new moon swords in an instant.
There was also someone watching the scene from afar.
“What are you doing?”
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A voice shaking as if there was an earthquake.
However, the voice and eyes that returned to Temur were drier than the cool breeze of the grassland.
“Because he disobeyed Khan’s orders and arbitrarily ordered a retreat, he was only summarily punished.”
“B, but they are under my command…
“Yes, they are under your command. Temur Khan.”
A voice that no one else could hear came out from between Jamuka’s lips.
-And you, the one with them, is next to me now.
“Is there some problem? “If you have any complaints, please tell me now.”
Temur suddenly realized with a feeling of pressure as if his heart was being squeezed.
The line drawn by the person in front of me ends here.
If you cross this line even a little, you too will not escape death.
“No, no problem.”
“I can’t hear your voice very well. “I feel old too.”
“doesn’t exist.”
Jamuka’s head finally nodded at those words, carefully squeezed out while engulfed in fear and humiliation.
“It’s the right choice. Military discipline must always be strict. “Isn’t that right?”
Temur trembled instead of answering.
The terrible future that I had expected from the moment I begged for my life in front of the dead body of Chingen, but had tried to ignore it, had now become a reality and was unfolding before my eyes.
Cha cha cha chang!
Wow!
On the cliff. And in the canyon.
Even at this moment, most of the friction sounds and screams of the blade that can be heard without stopping belong to the tribe members who followed him into the war.
However, those who were deceived by just made-up lies and pledged loyalty and revenge closed their eyes.
You won’t even know it when you watch it.
The two young warchiefs who brought them brief peace and prosperity had already betrayed them.
‘No, the traitor is only me. ‘I drove them to death.’
Temur clenched his teeth until blood flowed.
Chingen died while maintaining his spirit, and he survived in a pathetic manner.
I was fooled by the promise that if I actively cooperated in this matter, my life would be spared and I would be able to continue to enjoy the status of khan.
No, that’s just an excuse. He just…
‘I wanted to survive. ‘No matter what it takes.’
Yes, that is the only truth.
And the result is this,
Crossing that terrible canyon with himself and the 20,000 tribe members who followed Chingen as arrow cannons and meat shields.
“Damn it.”
It was the moment when Jamuka’s brow furrowed at the thought of Temur, who came out through clenched teeth.
“Khan!”
Inyoung quickly approaches with an urgent cry.
Jamuka’s eyes sank deeply as he recognized him as a member of Kesik, who had headed to the canyon with the three white leaders a little while ago.
No, it was precisely because of the weapon in his hand.
“This······
Assault spear. New Moon bow.
The three weapons, which, at first glance, dispersed a different kind of magical energy from those possessed by other nomads, were familiar to Jamuka.
It was a gift specially made for the ten white commanders who showed the most outstanding achievements among the Casic, the SS.
And I didn’t have to listen to know what fate the owners of these weapons had faced.
“Did those children go away comfortably?”
Hearing Jamuka’s soft voice, Kesik lowered his head, putting down his weapon that had become a keepsake.
“You fought valiantly as a warrior, so you will definitely be embraced by Tengri.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Jamuka muttered lowly.
Kill someone, die by someone.
It is an unavoidable fate for warriors of the steppes.
Everyone else too.
“What other damage was incurred?”
Everyone here already knows the meaning of that question.
Even now, somewhere in the canyon, dozens of nomads are falling, spattering blood, but the cost of their lives is not included in any calculations.
All Jamuka cared about was the damage suffered by the SS.
“Although three white commanders were killed, overall casualties are minimal. “Only about twenty people were killed or injured, and the remaining personnel retreated to the rear and waited for new orders.”
The fact that three commanders are dead and the troops under their command suffer little damage means only one.
Jamuka was struck with laughter as he recalled the images of the white leaders who expressed their confidence, saying that they alone were enough.
“You disobeyed my orders.”
Those three people must have had a life-and-death struggle.
One person at a time, taking turns.
Stupid as a general, foolish as a warrior
Bravely.
And one after another, they must have lost their lives to the young sword demons of the Taewonjin family.
“They seem like pathetic guys.”
I can’t bear to say yes, so I just keep my head down
Jamuka, who was silently looking down at Keshik who was bowing deeply, suddenly opened his mouth.
“I order an attack on the Keshik remaining in the canyon.”
“Khan. Those words…
“The vacant position of Chief of Staff will be temporarily filled by the Senior Chief of Staff. “Minimize damage as much as possible and tire them out.”
There are no more reinforcements.
There were still a few more Hundred Seals left by Jamuka’s side, but the Eight Thousand Gorges were only the first hill that must be overcome.
He had no intention of wasting any more energy in this narrow canyon, nor did he have any intention of trusting the white commanders who might do something foolish again at any moment.
Rather, I wanted a clear hand.
Although it is not a courser or a loyal dog that runs like the wind according to the direction of the reins held by Jamuka, it is a fierce dog that serves the same owner.
Wow!
Jamuka watched with calm eyes.
Amidst a huge roar that shook the sky and the ground, a ray of red flash rushed to the ground along with the tip of the cliff.
Left ah.
The wind passing through my hair is cool.
A refreshing feeling that could not be felt in Suyeondong, located deep inside a cave. Like a reed swaying in the wind, Jin Moo-gyeong gently twisted his body. Shut up!
Five assault spears pass by, grazing my arms, legs, and waist.
When Jin Moo-gyeong stretched out his hand, a pure white silver sword slid down the steel spear pole.
Suddenly!
A cool cutting sound that announces someone else’s death.
At the same time, the force and weight carried on the spear disappear.
Jin Moo-gyeong held on to the thing that was grazing all over his body and spun around quickly.
Gwadeuddeuk!
There is no screaming. There is only a thick fog of blood.
Jin Moo-gyeong, who used five spears as cogs and his own body as a rotation axis to grind a radius of three pieces, realized that there were no enemies around him.
And the reason is not just his own inaction. Quang! Googoo googong!
Gorge trembled.
Amid the numerous rocks, large and small, falling with a roar as if the sky were splitting apart, a red ray of light, bending like a living creature, shone on the backs of Jin Moo-gyeong’s eyes.
Whoops!
A strong shock hitting the sword body.
An excited voice penetrated Jin Moo-kyung’s ears as he retreated, feeling a tingling pain that spread all the way to his wrist.
“Uh huh, it’s a waste. “If I had just gotten a little more used to it, I could have caught a big catch.” Ching gen.
He threw away the black wooden sword soaked in dark red blood and smiled while holding his two swords, one long and one short, upright.
Towards his new prey.
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