◈ Episode 15. Traitor
Cho Moo-gang couldn’t believe it easily.
Those who can attend the Blue House meeting must have worked in Madorim for at least twenty years.
I never dreamed that there would be a traitor among them.
But there was no wavering in Jinmu-rip’s eyes.
“Our taking over the Northwest Road is tantamount to declaring our determination to fight. However, entrusting the surveillance of a vast garrison to just three people would only make sense if there were clear lines of communication within the organization.”
That wasn’t the only reason Jinmu Rip was convinced.
‘Is that you?’
Jonghwa-gi, who was questioning the murderer behind the disappearance of the branch manager.
‘Are you talking about me? Or Madorim?’
‘I’m talking about you.’
The answer came out without hesitation, as if Madorim had never suspected anything from the beginning.
Jinmu Rip had been suspecting since then that there was someone inside who was passing on information.
The only people who have seen his martial arts are Yudaeha and Cheolsabangju.
It is impossible for Yudaeha, who was pushed out of the center of Madorim, to be the third person, and it is also nonsense for the Iron Ark, which has engraved fear into one’s bones, to turn back.
If that’s the case, then it doesn’t make sense to doubt yourself, who was beaten by a mere black bandit, more than Madorim.
Jinmu-rip continued speaking.
“The reason I mentioned the second best option at the meeting was because I had the third option in mind. If there had been no third option, I would have pushed ahead with the current plan. However, here, I have to switch to the best option.”
Cho Moo-gang, who had been rubbing his forehead with his eyes tightly closed, swallowed the sigh that was about to escape.
In the end, I decided to believe Jinmu Rip’s words.
“What is the best policy?”
“The fact that two Sejak were caught instead of three must mean that one of them had already gone out to report our movements.”
The man with the bronze skin, Jiwol-in, the black dragon leader who had been listening to their conversation, spoke first.
“Then, we might be attacked from both the front and the back.”
Jinmu-rip shook his head.
“No. They’re not coming.”
“Are you saying you won’t save your allies?”
From the moment Jinmu Rip made all the plans in his head, he was certain that there would be no support.
‘A man who likes to think big won’t want to be pushed out of his scheme. He’d rather lead than be dragged along by our movements.’
If so, the answer was set.
“The alternative plan discussed at the meeting is to gain a numerical advantage over the enemy. However, if the breakwaters on the northwest route are hit, the disadvantage will remain.”
Cho Moo-gang’s eyes turned cold.
“Are you saying that you will maintain the upper hand by attacking the northwest route instead of abandoning your own forces?”
“The bell. That guy is definitely one of those guys.”
Cho Moo-gang, who thought of the rich man who owned the Daegeommun Gate, thought that it was something that was definitely possible for them.
“We cannot abandon the Northwest Road that has joined our hands. We will go to rescue it immediately.”
Jinmu-rip’s eyes glowed coldly.
“I have to save him.”
I swallowed the next words.
Because there are still final pieces of the plan left.
***
The Hwanmagakju, which had been heading east, stopped advancing.
“What are you doing here, Wonju?”
Ugasan, who led the army, appeared here with all the soldiers.
Woogasan, who had the Hwanmagakju Jo Yangheul in his eyes, hoped and hoped inwardly.
‘I hope it’s not you.’
Although he resembles himself in being stubborn, he is a character whose loyalty to Madorim has never been doubted.
Woogasan spoke, hiding his feelings.
“We should retreat here.”
Jo Yang-heul asked.
“What do you mean? A retreat?”
“The situation in Chongqing has changed. There was an order from Lord Rim to return to the headquarters immediately. I think I should go back and find out more details.”
Jo Yang-heul, who was sweeping the wrinkles between his eyebrows, nodded slowly.
“Okay, I’ll go back right away.”
At the same time, Naerimwonju Sangho-gun was meeting Mayeonggakju Yeomcheon-gun.
“A withdrawal?”
Yeomcheon-gun’s eyes widened.
“What on earth do you mean?”
The military officer said with a complicated expression.
“It looks like the plans have changed.”
“It hasn’t even been half an hour since we set off. Did something happen in the meantime?”
“I don’t know the details either. I think I should go back to the headquarters and find out the situation. Let’s go.”
Yeomcheon-gun sighed and nodded reluctantly.
“Okay, let’s take a breather here and then go back.”
“Okay.”
When the commander of the Yeomcheon Army gave the order, the warriors each hid themselves and entered into a quiet rest.
“What is this all of a sudden?”
Yeomcheon-gun sighed softly and headed under a large tree to take care of business.
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As the salt water that had created a puddle the size of a palm under the tree disappeared, someone appeared in its place a moment later.
The man in black slowly scanned the spot where he had urinated up to the top of the tree and found scratch marks and folded paper on a branch at head height.
The moment he quickly gathered the paper into his bosom and turned around, three unmanned personnel instantly surrounded the man in black.
“Shit.”
He spat out a bitter remark and without hesitation put the paper in his mouth. No, he tried to put it in.
The moment his hand touched his mouth, a lightning-quick sword sliced off his arm.
Then, Han So-wol, the Bisa Daeju who was trying to take the blood, sensed a pungent smell and quickly retreated.
“It’s poison. Get back.”
As his men retreated, the man in black collapsed on the ground with a sinister smile.
“vicious······.”
Han So-wol frowned, covered his nose with his sleeve, and picked up the paper.
“Your Majesty. Was what you said true?”
The subordinates had quite shocked looks on their faces.
Han So-wol sighed with a complicated expression as he read the paper.
“iced coffee······.”
The Visa Corps is affiliated with Mayeonggak in Yeomcheon-gun.
A complex mix of emotions came rushing in at the betrayal of my immediate superior.
Han So-wol bit her lip until it bled, suppressed her emotions, and turned around.
“Reporting to the Lord······.”
“lender.”
Their trembling eyes contained Han So-wol’s face, full of mixed emotions.
Han So-wol, who was shaking the paper she was holding, closed her eyes tightly.
“We······ must do this.”
After a short break, the drones gathered again.
The mutual army said.
“Let’s go.”
“yes.”
Yeomcheon-gun’s eyes widened as he stepped forward in front of his subordinates. Unlike his rigid body, his heart was pounding as if it was going to burst.
“Your Majesty.”
“I didn’t want to believe it either.”
As gazes of unknown English poured in from all sides, Han So-wol, the head of the Visa-Death Guard, held up a piece of paper in front of Yeom Cheon-gun.
“How······ did you collude with the enemy?”
Han So-wol’s voice was painful.
Yeomcheon-gun’s handwriting was clearly visible on the paper.
Because it happened so quickly, there was no time to hide the handwriting.
But it can’t just collapse like this. Yeomcheon-gun’s expression quickly regained its composure.
“Han Dae-ju. There seems to be a misunderstanding. Won-ju. This is someone’s conspiracy.”
Sangho-gun sorted out his complicated thoughts and regained his composure.
“Since when?”
“It’s a misunderstanding. I have been loyal to this rim for forty years. Are you saying that the faith and trust I have built up over that time are lighter than that piece of paper?”
“I didn’t want to believe it either.”
“circumference!”
Yeomcheon-gun’s cry was filled with desperation, but Sangho-gun’s cry that followed was mixed with a deep sense of betrayal and anger.
“How could you do such a stupid thing! Selling out your subordinates and comrades and thinking you could live comfortably on your own! Why on earth!”
The moment his shout reached his mind, Yeomcheon-gun instinctively felt that the situation could not be reversed.
‘It’s the end.’
His resigned face looked ten years older in an instant.
“Hehehe.”
Han So-wol pushed his shocked subordinates away.
Yeomcheon-gun, who had been laughing in vain for a while, let out a deep sigh.
“A ship with a hole in it will sink, and a broken mast will not catch the wind.”
I’m talking about Madorim.
The mutual army asked with a pained face.
“So you committed treason?”
“Aren’t heroes and traitors like turning the palm of your hand? Since I failed, I will remain a traitor, but if I had kept my identity completely hidden until the end, I would have become a hero of the Great Swordsman. Please stop killing me.”
Yeomcheon-gun has lived as an unmanned village in Madorim for forty years.
Anger and regret coexisted in Sanghogun’s heart.
If you had repented your mistake, you could have found another way.
Finally, Sangho-gun made up his mind and drew his sword.
“It’s exhibition time now. The principle is that traitors should be executed immediately.”
“I don’t blame Wonju. Let him go.”
“I will look into ways to provide for your family separately.”
“Thank you.”
With those words, the moonlight flashed cruelly.
Han So-wol, who had her eyes tightly shut, could not see her long-time superior’s neck falling off.
***
The mother of the North Forest in Chongqing.
All of the scattered Madorim warriors gathered in one place.
There was no one who was not shocked by the fact that Ma Young-gak was a swindler.
“So the salt shaker was a masterpiece······.”
It was difficult to describe in words the shock felt by Jo Yang-heul, the Hwanma-gakju who had been like a brother to him.
Cho Moo-gang said, patting Jo Yang-heul’s shoulder.
“Now is the time to focus on the fight in front of you. If the footnotes are shaken, the unmanned units won’t be able to focus either. You have to be strong.”
Cho Moo-gang was also very shocked, but Rim-ju was in a position where he couldn’t show it.
“I’m sorry.”
As Jo Yang-heul regained consciousness and gathered his strength to gather his men, the bushes to the south began to sway and Yu Dae-ha appeared.
“Yu Dae-ha of the Northwest Commandery meets with Rim Ju-nim.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I am currently carrying out the work requested by the young master.”
“The little prince?”
Jinmu Rip stepped forward under the pouring gaze.
“Has it started?”
“Yes. Just a moment ago, five fire arrows shot up. The Great Sword Gate is attacking the northwest road.”
Those who had been with Jinmu Rip a moment ago felt a chill as the prediction came true as if by a ghost.
‘Is this really the little prince?’
He is a young prince who returned after being beaten by a wire fence just a few days ago.
The Black Dragon Lord Jiwol-in was so awed by the man named Jinmu-rip.
Now it’s really war.
Everyone’s hearts were pounding loudly, but Cho Moo-gang did not lose his composure.
“It was Moo-rip who took the lead in all the situations so far. Let’s hear your opinion first.”
“yes.”
Jinmu-rip, who bowed his head, asked Yu Dae-ha.
“Who is the Great Swordsman?”
“After the fireworks came up, all the watchers from each district gathered, but no one saw it.”
The ability of the Heavenly Sound Body is to be born with the best five qualities that are superior to anyone else’s.
Jinmu Rip finished organizing his plan as soon as Yu Dae-ha finished speaking the words and sentences.
“Lord Lim. Judging from the fact that the Great Swordsman has not appeared on the northwest road, he must be in Jangwon right now. The Jangwon forces will not be many due to the fighting on the northwest road, so we must capture him now.”
Cho Moo-gang’s head turned quickly.
‘We can’t just leave the Northwest Road that we’ve joined hands on. But if the Grand Inspection Gate is empty······.’
Cho Moo-gang, who had gathered his thoughts, immediately gave an order.
“We will capture the main camp and cut off the head of the Great Swordsman. If we hurry, we can save the Northwest Road before it is too late.”
The leaders bowed their heads in unison.
“yes.”
Judae Ha took the lead.
“I have secured a route free of surveillance from the Northeastern Office. I will take the lead.”
As Yudae started to run, eight hundred warriors simultaneously unfolded their divine magic.
Jinmu-rip looked up at the southwestern sky where a faint glow lingered.
‘Just hold on for half an hour.’
From now on, it was half an hour. It was the time that Jinmu-rip had promised to the leaders of the northwest road.
