Chapter 17 – Anger Swallows Fear (2)

Chapter 17 – Anger Swallows Fear (2)

A vast field spread out below Mt. Jeonggun. Our troops forming a position here were agitated. This was because the momentum of Hui army appearing from the horizon was beyond imagination.

The endless number of enemy soldiers appearing was enough to kill the spirits of those watching. Our army numbered 3,500 people. An army of 20,000 Hui soldiers lined up in front of him. The distance between them was only about a hundred miles. Due to the overwhelming difference in numbers, the soldiers of the Song Dynasty were frightened and agitated even before they started.

The sixteenth ancestor where So-mu was located was the very back row of shield soldiers protecting the battle line. It could be said that it was at the forefront. Now So-mu was listening to the screamed of the new soldiers whispering behind him.

“Aren’t you crazy? How do you fight those numbers?”

“Fuck! I knew this would happen!”

“This looks great for my first appearance.”

The fear that started somewhere quickly began to spread throughout the entire corps. Wi Jin-cheol, who was standing at the center of the shield soldiers, shouted in an angry voice.

“Don’t be afraid! We are stronger than them! We have learned the Diamond Truth and martial arts!”

Wi Jin-cheol's shouted were not heard by the new soldiers. No matter how much you pay, you cannot become a master in just a few months.

In the end, officer-level soldiers urgently encouraged the new recruits, but it was no use. The sixteenth group were the only ones who kept their mouths shut and kept their seats. It was because he had a certain degree of confidence, but more than anything, he was urging his team members while rolling his eyes.

“If there’s a guy in my group that shows teeth, I know how to shake it all off!”

Since they had personally witnessed a Taoist of the Mount Hua Sect losing his teeth a few days ago, no member of the group dared to confront Il-gwang.

So-mu silently looked at Hui army in front. The generals of the Hui army, who were watching them from their horses, were laughing like crazy. As he focused his superhuman hearing, he began to hear their conversation in more detail.

“Haha! Hahaha!”

“Hahaha! Did you come to meet us with that number of people to fight a field battle with us?”

“They say Hanjung is a castle for free. It’s worse than the rumor, right?”

They were grateful that the Hanzhong legions came to them. An experienced strong army that defeated numerous Song Dynasty legions was dealing with a ragtag group of soldiers who have not even finished training new recruits. And that's because their troops were less than half their size. Where else can you find better food to improve your major?

After a while, the commander-in-chief of the corps appeared from among the dozen or so adjutant generals. An unusual prayer flowed from his appearance, wearing glittering golden armor and clutching a horned bow. The warhorse he was riding was also covered in thick armor, and a long spear was hanging under the barding. It was clear that he was an extraordinary person just from his beast-like eyes shining inside the helmet.

So-mu's eyes turned again to the rear of the ally's ranks. There, I saw General Zhang Yang, whose face suddenly turned an earthy color. Next to him, Officer Kwak Cheol was opening his mouth in a trembling voice.

“General, that guy is Muka.”

“I know.”

General Mukha was one of the most powerful generals in the Mongolian steppes, and he surrendered to the Hui Dynasty a few years ago. He was famous for his ghost-like bow skills and his sharp spear skills were also unrivaled, so it was well known that many generals of the Song Dynasty lost their lived to him.

“If the opponent is Muka, existing operations are meaningless.”

“Then what are we going to do?”

No matter how good a plan you make, variables will always arise. No one expected that there would be a leader like Muka in the opposing army.

Mukha got on his horse and started trudging towards the center of both camps. His sharp eyes were scanning the generals here one by one. Five hundred archers positioned behind the sword corps were aiming at him, but they didn't even seem to care.

No one could predict what he was going to do. One thing was certain, it seemed that the Hui army had no intention of launching an attack right away. Sometimes, wild animals catch their prey and play with it instead of killing it right away. That was exactly the situation now. Mukha was wondering how to make the delicious food even more delicious.

Muka stopped at exactly the halfway point and shouted at his allies.

“Who among you has the courage to fight this Muka!”

Muka's shout was loud enough for all the soldiers on the battlefield to hear. A profound inner strength that can be felt from the voice. Fear began to appear little by little in the eyes of the swordsman looking at it.

Applying for Ilgito in an overwhelmingly advantageous situation showed that you were confident. It was astounding how funny they looked at themselves.

But from the allies' point of view, there was no greater temptation. The opponent was not a general of the departmental level. He was a general commanding an army. If, just by chance, he could win the battle, he could raise the morale of the soldiers and seize the opportunity.

All the new recruits turned their headed and looked at General Zhang Yang. They also want someone from the allies to step forward and take down Muka.

But in reality, Zhang Yang was feeling sick to her stomach. Officer Kwak Cheol, who was worse off, gave him advice.

“General, please refuse to tell the story. That guy is not an easy opponent even if Deputy Yang Yeon-jeong steps forward.”

“If you don’t respond, the morale of the soldiers will fall even further. If this continues, the corps may disintegrate before the battle even begins….”

Yang Yeon-jeong, the best commander of the corps. Even he, known as a master of both singing techniques, found it difficult to predict victory against Muka. Besides, he couldn't be called in because he was already in ambush. A decision had to be made somehow.

Zhang Yang, who sighed, eventually had to make a decision.

“Please call Commander Wi Jin-cheol.”

After a while, Wi Jin-cheol arrived and stood up, rushing through the soldiers.

“Is there any chance of winning?”

“I will do my best.”

Excluding Yang Yeon-jeong, he was the best in the corps. Even he was not mentioning victory. But Zhang Yang had no choice.

“Our fate is in your hands.”

He responded by placing his right hand on his chest and lowering his head. It was a steady step, but now I couldn't stop. His steps seemed very heavy, as if a thousand pounds of stone were resting on his shoulders.

Wi Jin-cheol fought his way through the soldiers. A bitter expression appeared on Zhang Yang's face as he looked behind him.

As Wi Jin-cheol stepped forward, the new members of the sword unit began cheering him at the top of their voices. Their leader himself came forward. To them, Wi Jin-cheol was the strongest warrior they had ever seen.

“We-jin-cheol-!”

“We-jin-cheol-!”

“We-jin-cheol-!”

The soldiers cheered and called his name, but it only made his shoulders heavier. At that time, I heard a familiar voice from somewhere.

“Beware of his arrows.”

He was his favorite leader of the Sixteenth Patriarch. Wi Jin-cheol nodded once and took a deep breath. After a while he started moving.

Wi Jin-cheol snatched a shield from a soldier in the front line and immediately began running towards Mukha. The distance between Zhangyang and Mukawa was about fifty miles. When the distance narrowed to less than thirty feet, Muka pulled out three arrows from behind his back. In the blink of an eye, he fed protests to Gakgung, aimed accurately at the approaching Wi Jin-cheol and fired.

Paaaang-!

The three arrows darting from the front curved like a crescent moon and came from different directions.

‘No way!’

Wi Jin-cheol stretched out his shield in front and continued to sprint. Wi Jin-cheol, who successfully deflected the first arrow coming from the front, immediately kicked off the ground and leaped without even thinking.

Taaa-!

At that moment, two arrows crashed into the floor where he was standing, spewing out a strong cloud of dust. He had successfully dodged Muka's attack.

However, his expression, floating in the air one day high, had turned miserable. As if he had anticipated his movements, another arrow was flying right in front of his nose. There was no way to avoid it.

Moreover, if you look at the bright shine on the arrowhead, it probably contains Muka's inner energy. Shooting an arrow with a bet was a skill that was difficult to imitate unless you were a skilled archer.

Wei Jin-cheol had no choice. He quickly raised his shield and defended the front.

Kwaaaaang-!

The arrowhead broke through the shield with a huge roar and pierced Wi Jin-cheol's left shoulder.

Phew!

“Ugh!”

Due to the impact, I lost the shield in my left hand. Although he was in great pain, he couldn't stop. The fate of the entire ally was in his hands.

After getting down on the ground, he continued running towards Muka without the slightest hesitation. As the distance between Muka and Ojang closed, Wi Jin-cheol shouted in a voice filled with evil.

“You bastard!”

A milky-white haze appeared from the tip of the long sword that Wi Jin-cheol was holding and began to surround the blade. It manifests sword energy.

Muka, who was watching him with an indifferent expression, raised one corner of his mouth. Eventually, Muka kicked off his warhorse and leaped forward. Before he knew it, he was clutching the polearm that was in his barding.

Mukha's long spear struck in a straight line from above Wi Jin-cheol's head and was like a thunderbolt. Even at a glance, it was clear that his blow, filled with provocative energy, contained tremendous power. Wi Jin-cheol, gritting his teeth, raised his sword with all his might and struck off the tip of his spear.

Wow-!

The moment the sword and sword energy collided, Wei Jin-cheol felt pain as if his wrist was being torn off. However, he was not given time to think about the pain. This was because Muka's onslaught was unfolding one after another. Wi Jin-cheol, who was on the defensive from the start, took a step back and struggled to strike away the spear.

Muka's spear skills never allowed him to get close. He kept a strict distance and repeated attacked using the length of the polearm. They continued to push Wi Jin-cheol so that he could not even attempt a proper counterattack.

Kang-! Kakakang-!!

Wi Jin-cheol was unable to move freely due to a shoulder injury. Moreover, every time we competed, our energy and blood were distorted. This was because the difference in the internal power of each weapon was too great.

By the time Wi Jin-cheol had finished competing, his hands and feet were getting tangled little by little, revealing his weaknesses. And without missing the gap, Muka's spear began to shine.

Phew!

“Aaaah!”

I was in such great pain that I felt like I was going to lose my mind. When Wi Jin-cheol looked down, he saw the shaft of a spear that had pierced his abdomen. Eventually, when Mukha pulled out his spear, Wi Jincheol lost all strength in his body. After a breath, he slowly fell to his knees against his will.

dump-!

Wei Jin-cheol's face was filled with an expression of unfairness. It didn't matter if he died. I was so angry that the corps had to collapse like this.

He turned his head with all his might. Wi Jin-cheol's bloodshot gaze was directed towards the ally's camp.

'warlord… … . My face… … doesn't exist… … .’

There was nothing more he could do. Soon, Wi Jin-cheol's new model began to slowly fall forward.

Slurp-!

Wi Jin-cheol, who had fallen on the floor, was clearly dying. However, for some reason, Muka avoided his vital spot and attacked. As if he was trying to save himself a little longer.

Meanwhile, the Hanzhong soldiers who were watching this scene from the camp were in shock. The captain of the sword unit who was supposed to lead them was defeated in vain. The person who was so strong fell without even being able to fight back.

The soldiers holding their swords were losing strength in their grips and their legs were giving out. Zhang Yang was also lost in thought, at a loss for words.

It was then. Muka started shouting loudly at them again.

“Who else would face Muka?”

No one in the corps moved. This was because the shock had not yet subsided.

When there was no response, Mukha suddenly stepped on the back of Wi Jin-cheol, who had fallen. Wi Jin-cheol was seen writhing beneath his feet.

“Hehehe…. Captain….”

“Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu….”

Numerous soldiers shed tears of unknown meaning. Anger, sadness, and even fear. They had mixed emotions.

And Muka's provocations towards them did not stop.

“Who will stand up to me and save this guy!”

Now that Wei Jin-cheol had suffered in vain, no general dared to step forward. There was only one soldier in the lead twitching his eyebrows.

Mukha seemed to lose interest when no one came forward. Soon, the tip of his spear, raised high in the sky, was aimed at Wi Jin-cheol's neck. The goal was to cut supply and demand.

“This is punishment for ragtag groups who dare to block my army!”

It was then.

Mukha, who was about to throw a spear, had no choice but to stop what he was doing. This was because the enemy camp suddenly became turbulent and noisy.

When he turned his head, an unbelievable sight came into view. One soldier was running toward him, squeezing through the shield soldiers in the front line. Behind him, new recruits could be seen shouting.

“Hey you crazy guy!”

“Come back now!”

And Muka, looking at him, made an expression of bewilderment. A soldier or something dared to tell a story to him. And that's not an officer-level soldier, but just a soldier.