As Prophet - Chapter 142



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Episode 142. The Battle of Donuimun

“Form an assault formation, and when the door opens, charge in and subdue those inside.”

“Reinforcements need to come… … .”

“You haven’t called yet?”

“sorry.”

“Don’t listen to me, just make it happen.”

Finally, the spleen collapsed on the spot. Dalcheon called the man in the military uniform standing next to the spleen and asked him to send reinforcements, but to send half archers and half spearmen.

The Gamyeong is not far away. You can come right away. If you take control of the gate and do something inside, you may be outnumbered. A large portion of the soldiers defending Hanyangseong depend on the Gyeonggi Gamyeong troops.

Dalcheon ordered his soldiers to form a charge formation and charge toward the castle gate when the signal was given. They had to have shields that could block arrow attacks, but if they didn’t have any, he told them to tear off any door from any house and moved forward.

As he was looking up at the gate, his eyes met with mine. Dalcheon’s mouth twitched.

‘He’s an expert.’

Even though they were standing a few dozen feet away, he could feel his powerlessness. Dalcheon looked back. He could see soldiers running towards the camp in the distance. He was worried that he might not feel the seriousness of the situation because he was so absorbed in peace.

“Whew. Is it inevitable?”

Dalcheon got off the road and stood in front of the castle walls that jutted out on both sides like a fortress. He looked back to see if anyone was watching. The soldiers accompanying him and the troops of the camp were staring intently. Dalcheon looked at the soldiers and pointed to the south with his fingertips. While the soldiers were looking around, he flew up. He jumped onto the wall that was more than ten jang high.

But these guys are strange. They just pulled out their swords without asking. Their clothes are the same as Gamyeong’s. It’s a shame. Dalcheon’s sword hit the guy’s shoulder and he fell down on the wall.

After he fell down with a scream, the black-clad man ordered the soldiers to attack. A dozen or so people ran along the wall. But this side was a bit higher. He kicked the pebbles on the ground with his feet. Dust rose and several pebbles flew towards the men. Several screams were heard, and Dalcheon easily jumped over their heads.

A few fell, and the healthy ones raised their heads to the sky and watched the river crossing like dogs chasing chickens.

Dalcheon ran toward the gate tower. He dodged the arrows fired by the archers who were standing on the platform and aiming down, and ran forward, knocking them down. He hit them with his hands and stepped on them with his feet, and flew up, but soon landed on the gate tower.

Five men in black uniforms stood apart and confronted Dalcheon. He had no intention of fighting them. Dalcheon pretended to swing his sword and jumped up, then struck the floor of the gatehouse with his Thousand-Gun-Chu technique. The floor shattered and a long rectangular space appeared. Dalcheon raised both hands toward the sky and jumped down.

Below the gate tower is Hongye. When I ran to the gate, three soldiers who had nothing to do were sitting back and forth, then suddenly stood up. No one responded while I lowered the three generals’ poles. I opened the gate and threw the generals’ poles far away.

Did he think it was a signal? The Dalcheon army and the Gamyeong troops came running with thunderous roars. And far behind, the Gamyeong troops could be seen running around the corner in black. I was worried that the foolish ones would fail to fulfill their duty, but now I don’t have to worry about that.

Distrust is also a disease. There are so many people like that that it is not necessarily wrong to think that the world has abandoned them and to give up and live on. You and I are responsible for this, and among my share of it is my sin of not reaching out first.

“Hehehe.”

As Dalcheon passed under Hongye, the guys above came running down in a hurry.

five.

And five more came out of the vertical column.

“It’s hot.”

They advanced to the wide open space behind the gate. Five people who came down from the gate tower and five people who came out from the vertical tower surrounded the front and back. The soldiers of the men went out to meet the troops of the camp. Dalcheon shouted to the rear.

“The gates are open! Secure and defend the Donui Gate! Kill them all!”

“insect!”

“insect!”

“insect!”

Dalcheon hardly ever gets nervous. He looks behind him as ten men approach him with their swords drawn, and worries about the safety of the people dressed in white watching from beyond.

“Ugh. Please, let’s not do that in places where ordinary people live. Okay!”

“Kill me!”

When one of the men who approached silently spoke, Dalcheon quickly showed interest.

“Are you the boss?”

“It’s a bruise, kid!”

Dalcheon chuckled.

“Those weird guys are playing tricks.”

“… … .”

“What kind of people are you? Who taught you?”

Asking doesn’t give you an answer. Dalcheon thought that learning this kind of martial arts would require someone from the mountains to teach. No matter how much an ordinary person studies, they can’t learn my martial arts. It’s something that can never be done alone without a teacher. Especially at the beginning of studying, the help of a teacher is absolutely essential. This is because there are things that can’t be done with words or books.

“We don’t have that.”

“You say you don’t have a teacher? Are you saying you can’t reveal your teacher?”

“You don’t have to know.”

“No! You guys, you shouldn’t have learned martial arts like that and used it for something like this.”

It’s a world where it’s unpleasant to be scolded by an adult close to you, so it’s not like you’ll feel good when scolded by a young black kid. And didn’t you hear such things while studying in the mountains? They turned their heads to some important truth that they might have tried to ignore.

“Hey! Are you, a person who has studied so much, acting as a lackey of a rebellion because you have nothing better to do?”

“That’s useless talk. We’re going to surround them and engage in wheeled combat. You’re a good man, so relax.”

“You are talking nonsense. I am Taebaeksan. You must have heard of it. If you haven’t heard of it, then your teacher is bad… … I will speak well to your teacher, so go back now. Get out of this kind of business and go to the mountain. I will try to understand and forgive.”

“You’re talking nonsense. We’re not that kind of people.”

Even though the representative guy denied all of Dalcheon’s words, the spirits of the guys who had been approaching him began to crumble little by little as if it were true.

“The martial arts of the mountain people were said to be used to protect the country and the people. That’s what I declared and started doing! But what is this? A lackey of a group of traitors, a group that goes against the heavens. I’m not the kind of person who would go and work under anyone.”

“You have a lot to say. Speak with your sword!”

The guy who sensed the crowd was hesitating was the first to attack. It seemed like the others had gone first, but he took the lead and rushed in, cutting off Dalcheon’s words.

Dalcheon jumped up and out of the guys’ encirclement. His mouth was still moving.

“If you say you pulled a knife on Taebaek Sanin later, you guys will be beaten to death.”

“That won’t happen! Attack!”

The men flinched at Dalcheon’s persuasion, but for some reason, they were not persuaded. He even made harsh remarks that he would find their homeland and destroy it, but they wore their hats down low and refused to be persuaded.

It was a kind of pity. I didn’t feel it at first, but I felt that they were people who had learned the orthodox law. It was not an assassin’s sword. It was an honest mountain sword. Although their history may be shallow, they were people who had learned properly from the beginning. It was a kind of pity that it was a pity to kill them.

The moment they are perceived as tools by someone, they are easily manipulated. That is why they are advised to leave and leave again, but some cannot. Sometimes, there are foolish people who go down to the world and cause trouble, and sometimes they become dogs of power and do crazy things like biting anyone. It was common for the main mountain to come down and handle the matter after hearing the news. And they handle it quietly without making a sound. They can persuade them to go to the mountains, and sometimes they can even go so far as to abandon their martial arts, but they rarely get cursed at for the same thing.

But this time, the scale was too large. A large number of people came down, which cannot be considered as a mistake on a single mountain. No, they may have learned it in the shadows from someone who came down long ago. What can they do in a country where martial arts and martial artists are looked down on? They will only become tools for cunning scholars.

He didn’t stop talking even while blocking the attack.

“Who told you to do that? You should have balanced it on your left hand and turned it.”

I jumped into the swinging sword and struck the empty waist with my elbow.

“Ahh!”

They’re just the same human being, just a little stronger. When they get hit, it hurts, and when they get cut, they bleed.

“When you are hit, you need to protect yourself with your internal energy. Especially your torso.”

Could the one who was about to fall hear that sound? One of the guys was running towards me with a sword in his hand.

“Look at your breathing and flow. What is that? Who taught you that? Haven’t you ever thought that it’s like trying to slaughter a pig?”

Dalcheon’s upper body flexibly bent and tripped the guy’s leg. He fell over with a thud as his hasty step got tangled. He avoided having his face crushed by hitting the floor with his arm. He didn’t stop at tripping his leg, but raised it high, so he bent his leg but couldn’t stop his already tilted body from hitting the floor. He twisted his body to avoid the attack that followed, but he flipped over and kicked his side. He couldn’t breathe. It felt like something had broken. He floated up and flew three or four meters and landed in the same field of swords.

“Ahhhhh.”

Anyone who saw it was caught up in a simple action that seemed trivial and fell down in vain. When a dozen or so people fell, a group of unmanned people came running. However, the color was a little different. It felt like they had attacked the Yangju Academy.

“Here they come again. A group of unmanned people running around. How embarrassing.”

They were talking nonsense, but then a man with a angular face and a beard that grew like the shape of a fist answered.

“No, they are not. They are not our group.”

“Oh! I see that you guys are distinguished among each other.”

Dalcheon looked toward Hongye of Donuimun. The soldiers of the military camp came rushing in like a tidal wave. As I had said before, the fat ones wearing two or three layers of armor formed a line and moved very systematically. Archers fired their arrows from behind them and on both wings, causing those without armor or who were weak to fall in vain. An army is about firepower. It is not something that can be shot alone. Many archers must shoot at one place at the same time.

Beep! Beep!

Beep! Beep!

Dozens of shots flew and struck at the sound of continuous fire control. Spears protruded from between the shields, like iron rods being driven into the back of a turtle. Those who ran behind them hesitated and retreated back the way they came, because the formation was not easily approachable.

The battle between a well-organized army and ordinary soldiers is predictable. If it becomes a melee where each man fights, the one who uses more swords will win, but the firepower of Joseon archers is formidable. The follow-up army that rushed to Donuimun was defeated.

After Dalcheon killed three or four more unmanned men, the black group disappeared into the alley. After stabbing a few of them with a knife, he ordered the soldiers of the camp to tie them up and take them away, where they were held in a separate cell.

* * *

The Battle of Donuimun had just begun. Yeoui had deployed quite a few troops to Donuimun. This was a measure to prevent additional troops from entering the camp before the full-scale Battle of Gwanghwamun began.

As the battle became fierce, Dalcheon suddenly asked.

“Have you taken any action to call up the troops?”

“The summons has been given.”

“Then will you come?”

The words are strange. It sounds like a scolding for doing something wrong. It is just a simple question, but it makes me reflect on my actions. There was the difficulty of having to secure Donuimun and gather the troops scattered in various places at the same time. If you can’t secure Donuimun, there is no use gathering troops. However, if you only secure Donuimun and can’t gather troops, it is also useless. The person I hate the most in the world is the one who orders this and asks that.