Episode 949 How can people do this? (3)
Hu Jiaming, who was standing on the deck, greeted Jang Ilso politely.
“Thank you for your hard work, Lord Ryeon.”
“hmm.”
Jang Il-so nodded slowly.
However, unlike his nickname, the Black Dragon King’s complexion was not that bright.
“Long day… … . No, Ryeonju.”
The Black Dragon King asked with a stern face.
“I don’t understand what Ryeonju is doing. “Is there any need to keep Namgung alive for five days at a time?”
“… … .”
“I understand that we need to clearly inform them of the destruction of Namgung. But there’s no need to give them time… … .”
Jang Il-so slowly looked back at him.
“Because I need it.”
“… … .”
“It’s necessary, Black Dragon King.”
Jang Il-so twisted the corner of his mouth.
“If we kill all the Namgung family members now, what will Shaolin say to the other faction members who arrived after us?”
“… … “That’s right.”
The Black Dragon King closed the mouth he was about to say.
Will So-rim obediently confess that they couldn’t jump into the river because of Jang Il-so’s arrival?
‘That can’t be possible.’
If it were him over there, he would never have said that. I ran as hard as I could, but when I arrived, Namgung had already died at the hands of those evil Sapa bastards.
Because there is no one in this Yangtze River who can refute Shaolin’s words. The only things that exist are Namgung, Sapaeryeon, and Shaolin.
Even if civilians snooping around the Yangtze River out of curiosity saw this, who would believe them? The people over there now are Shaolin, the North Head of Wulin.
“Namgoong, you can handle it at any time. “The important thing is for the world to know that Shaolin stopped there and just watched Namgung fall.”
Jang Il-so laughed coldly.
“Because our enemy is not Namgung or anything like that, but the old faction.”
“… … .”
The Black Dragon King instantly felt a cold chill running down his back.
Surochae also skillfully cooked Namgung Sega without rushing. However, he never thought of using the Namgung family as bait to humiliate Shaolin and use this to distort that political faction.
Who could think of such a thing?
I also became curious about the Black Dragon King. What kind of face will Shaolin greet those who arrive after him? His face was probably a mixture of guilt and humiliation.
“… … However, the arrival of support will ultimately mean that their power will become stronger. “What if they really try to cross the river to save Namgung?”
“They?”
Jang Il-so snorted.
“If it were those people, the war would have already started.”
“… … .”
“Those who have stopped once cannot take their steps again. If time was urgent, you could try attacking as if you were being pushed on your back. but… … .”
Jang Il-so turned his head and looked towards Shaolin. And she asked softly:
“Do you see it?”
“… … .”
“What do you think they are thinking now? Do you seem happy to have the opportunity to save Namgung?”
The Black Dragon King frowned.
“If it were me… … .”
Pure white teeth were revealed between Jang Il-so’s bright red lips. The sight was eerie, like looking at a beast with its fangs exposed.
“I think Namgung would rather have every single one of them die and disappear and keep his mouth shut.”
The Black Dragon King looked at Jang Il-so with a blank face.
“Even if you get support and save Namgung, nothing will come back to Shaolin. The credit will go to those who arrive later. “If the Shaolin fight with evil, the only thing they will gain is that Namgung, who has a terrible grudge against them, will return to Gangbuk.”
“… … .”
“I’ll ask you again… … .”
Cold sweat ran down the Black Dragon King’s back.
“Do you really think Shaolin wants to save Namgung? really?”
“… … .”
“I am… … “I don’t think so.”
Jang Il-so chuckled softly and laughed. This situation is so fun that it’s like I’m going crazy.
The Black Dragon King felt a chill and chewed the inside of his lip.
‘Crazy guy.’
This guy is insane.
Control?
There is no way you can control someone like this. It was clear that he and the other assistant instructors of the Sapaeryun had completely mistaken something.
This person will inevitably grab the world in one hand and shake it up as he pleases.
“Humans are… … .”
At that time, Jang Il-so, who stopped laughing at some point, looked at the Black Dragon King with displeasure. It was as if you were no different.
“Words and actions are different.”
“… … .”
“A person’s words are nothing more than something he has made up for his own benefit. True intentions are always hidden deep inside. And the funny thing is… … .”
Jang Il-so, who was speaking softly, looked towards So-rim.
“Surprisingly, people don’t really know their true feelings.”
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“… … .”
“Aren’t you curious? How will that court come out? And how will those middle-class people who have been taught throughout their lives to keep their agreements react to the court’s orders?”
Jang Il-so slowly touched my lips with his fingertips.
“What is certain is that once people see my ugly nature, they can never go back to the beginning. Namgung or Shaolin, killing a few people is not important. The important thing is to let them know. “I mean, they’re not that great people.”
“… … .”
“Hmm.”
Jang Il-so’s long eyes narrowed slightly.
“There’s no alcohol.”
Then the Black Dragon King quickly gestured. Those who had been oppressed by Jang Il-so’s force were startled and ran toward the cabin.
Even though he went to get alcohol, Jang Il-so showed no sign of going in, so the Black Dragon King asked.
“Here?”
“Isn’t it good?”
Jang Il-so giggled and laughed.
“I think drinking while watching Shaolin, who can’t do this or that, would be quite nice.”
The Black Dragon King nodded heavily.
“Come on, I’ll get the table…” … .”
The man who brought the drink stuttered and spoke with a pale face. Then Jang Il-so slowly held out her hand.
“First, alcohol.”
“yes? ah… … yes!”
Sujeok politely held out a bottle of alcohol. Jang Il-so slowly walked to the ship’s railing and sat down, holding a bottle of alcohol.
“Good.”
The gaze was directed towards Shaolin across the river. It was quite a sight to see him unable to take a single step from there, as if he had been turned into a stone statue.
People with faith jump into a fire pit. However, a person who stops his feet once in front of a fire pit can never jump into it again.
What Jang Il-so wanted was to leave a deep mark on their hearts.
‘It’s okay to have one victory.’
The important thing is to win in the end.
At that time, Hu Jia-myeong carefully approached his side.
“Ryeonju.”
“huh?”
“Of course they won’t be able to jump into the river again. But wouldn’t it be different for the factions that arrive later?”
“Well, they are just pigs. Shaolin won’t step forward, so will they have the courage to fight us alone?”
“… … .”
“Namgung, who is supposed to lead the five major families, is like that, and the other axis, the Tang family, has left. “The Shaolin don’t know what they are doing, and the shaman who was supposed to be the alternative has been shut out.”
Jang Il-so, who was slowly reciting the situation, raised the corners of his mouth.
“All that’s left are just idiots with high voices.”
Hu Jiaming nodded slowly.
“understand.”
At that time, Jang Il-so, who thought he had finished speaking, opened his mouth again.
“but… … .”
“yes?”
Hu Jiaming looked at him with a puzzled look on his face, but Jang Ilso did not answer right away and put on a strange smile.
“It’s over there too.”
“… … “What do you mean?”
“What I mean is that he is an unpredictable crazy person.”
“… … .”
“Hahahaha.”
Jang Il-so happily shook his head and began to drink from the bottle.
‘yes?’
With your eyes fixed on the north.
Namgung Do-wi sat down on the spot as if he had collapsed.
Everyone heard it. every.
Jang Il-so put energy into that voice and spread it throughout the river. It’s as if every single person needs to know the current situation.
Thanks to this, those in Maehwa Island also had to listen to Jang Il-so’s conversation with the court.
“haha… … .”
A hollow laugh escaped from Namgung Dowi’s mouth.
Is it this heartless?
The powerhouse full of agreement and romance that he had dreamed of was nothing more than an illusion. The reality was horribly cruel.
But what made him suffer even more was the reality that he could not even afford to look away from the heartlessness.
“Ugh… … .”
“Cough.”
Sounds filled with agony were heard from all over. The swordsmen of Namgung fell and writhed, bleeding. Those who had been able to hold on despite being injured collapsed as if they had lost their nerve.
There were even a number of people who were in such critical condition that they would not be able to live beyond today if left as is.
‘What did we come here for?’
There was not a single hesitation when advancing on Maehwado Island to maintain agreement and pride as a political faction. But as the situation progressed to this point, I couldn’t help but let out a self-deprecating laugh.
Did it really exist? Did that agreement and pride of political faction really exist?
Then why is that Shaolin stopping there and being toyed with by Jang Ilso?
“under… haha… … .”
I feel like everything is being denied. Everything about him… … .
chin.
But at that moment, someone placed a hand on Nangong Daoyu’s shoulder.
“… … .”
When he turned around helplessly, he saw Emperor Nangong holding his shoulder.
His face was pale, as if the psychological blow had not subsided, but his mouth was more determined than ever.
“Get up.”
“… … father.”
“Take care of the wounded. Now it’s a fight to endure. “At least one more person must be saved.”
“… … .”
“For the next five days… … .”
“What if I hold on?”
“… … .”
Nangung Do-wi, who was so upset and cut off his horse’s back and questioned him, bit his lip until it bled.
“What happens after those five days? “Is it okay to die satisfied because I endured well?”
“Dowi… … .”
“Matriarch, do you really think they will help us? really?”
Emperor Nangong closed his eyes.
His son lived up to the name of Namgung until the very last moment. Even Emperor Namgung was surprised.
So the feeling of betrayal will be the greatest. More than anyone else here.
“They… … .”
Kuuk.
Just as Nangong Daowi was about to open his mouth again, Nangong Emperor strongly grabbed his shoulder once again.
“Are you going to leave them dying just because they don’t help?”
“… … .”
“There is no such thing as meaningless resistance. “Sometimes you just have to do your job rather than achieve something.”
Namgung Do-wi bites his lip.
His shoulders were shaking slightly. Emperor Namgung waited for Namgung Dowi in silence.
“sorry. I am… … .”
“It is done.”
Namgung Dowi struggled to raise his heavy body.
“We will take care of the injured and hold on as long as we can. but… … .”
“know.”
There must be a limit to how much the injured can endure in this place where there is not a single grain of grain left. It is impossible to know how many people will survive during those five days.
“You just have to survive.”
“… … .”
“Even just one person.”
Nangong Daowi slowly closed his eyes while listening to Nangong Emperor’s words. When she took a deep breath and opened her eyes again, there was hardness in his eyes again.
He immediately turned around and shouted.
“Those who can move, follow me! “Take care of the injured and treat them!”
“… … yes!”
The answer came back without the slightest hint of liveliness. The situation that Namgoong is currently facing has been clearly revealed.
However, rather than forcibly cheering them up, Nangong Dowi simply devoted himself to quietly recovering the wounded. Because there are definitely situations where no matter how much you say, it doesn’t work.
Emperor Nangong slowly turned his gaze towards Nangong Daowi and Nangong Ming, who were moving diligently.
Ships surrounding the island.
And Sorim stopped beyond the island.
‘You feel lonely.’
It felt like the world had abandoned them.
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