As Prophet - Chapter 192



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Episode 192. Gather in front of Heunginjimun!

When Baekgajang’s family quickly brought the Jincheonroe forward, the soldiers raised it high above their shoulders and passed it on while shouting, “Pass it forward.” This is the military. Orders and instructions are carried out precisely. While repeating the shout from behind, “Pass it forward,” they sent the Jincheonroe forward. Four Jincheonroes were passed forward over the heads of the soldiers who were tightly packed in the alley.

Dalcheon, who had been looking back after hearing the transmission, smiled brightly. She was a wise woman.

I called out to Cheolmuwoong, whose face turned red and he kept screaming “F*ck!”

“Yes! Your Majesty! Did you call?”

His subordinates burst out laughing at the words of the governor that came out without him knowing.

“Let’s end the fight.”

“I’m doing my best. I’m giving it my all.”

In the area of ​​the two armies’ battle, countless soldiers were dying. They were barely able to maintain their composure thanks to the protection of the archers standing far away. They were pouring arrows behind them, and those pushing forward from behind were helplessly knocked down. The armies were so densely packed that their chests were touching each other’s backs. It seemed like they were pushing back, not fighting.

“I brought a Jincheonroe. Let’s blow it up in the hole where those guys are coming out.”

Cheolmuwoong’s eyes sparkled. He could see the road.

“Loyalty!”

He called a large soldier. He ordered him to light a Jincheon-roe, which was slightly smaller than a person’s head, and throw it. When the man hesitated, Cheolmu-ung broke his shin.

“Throw it, kid! Get what you pay for!”

“Loyalty!”

Even a big guy’s shins hurt. When he put his hand down and touched his sore shin, Cheolmuwoong screamed.

“You want to die? Throw me!”

Cheolmuwoong’s manager gave advice(?).

“You have to light the fire first.”

Cheolmuwoong felt a pang. Things were going interestingly. The big guy was looking at the Jincheonroe with frightened eyes when the chief lit it. The guy was startled when he saw the wick lit, then quickly grabbed it, spun around, and threw it with all his might. The Jincheonroe flew a dozen or so chapters and landed on the heads of the gathered men.

“It’s a thunderbolt! Bow down!”

The soldiers followed Cheolmuung’s shout. While the Yeojin army, who still did not know what Jincheonroe was, was dumbfounded, the Joseon army lowered their posture.

Wow, wow, wow!

The thunderbolt exploded. The iron objects placed inside exploded in all directions, piercing through the soldiers’ bodies. Armor was useless, and shields could not stop it. The area within a dozen or so jang radius collapsed. The crowd was shocked by the loud noise and sudden death.

“Advance! Advance to the exit where they come out!”

Cheolmuwoong advanced his army. They pushed through the collapsed space, closing the distance to the exit where they were coming from.

“Block the front!”

“Shoot one more pig!”

“Chief, light it, quickly!”

The fire was lit again, and the pig-like mass grabbed it with both hands, spun around, and threw it into the air. The first time was hard, but the second time was a little better. It landed right in the middle of the exit where the bastards were crawling out.

“It’s a thunderbolt! Bow down!”

Again, all the Joseon soldiers lowered their bodies, and a moment later, the Jincheon-roe exploded. After the explosion, everyone paused for a moment. It seemed as if time had stopped. Could it be forever?

Was the distance close? This time, there was damage to the allies. Cheolmuwoong glared at the pig fiercely. He didn’t say anything, but the meaning was scary. It was a reprimand that you threw it wrong and injured the allies.

The pig lowered its head, glaring at him with reproach. No, it is wrong to throw a cannon shot at a person, so why is it my fault? That is your and my business, but it is not something to say to an injured comrade. Because he is the direct victim.

But thanks to that, the enemy’s marching troops stopped. The debris scattered in all directions, and even the house standing in front of the rock collapsed beyond the land. The entrance to the cave was gaping black and covered with corpses.

“Advance all forces! Put the Jincheon-roe inside! Do it!”

Cheolmuwoong hit the soldiers on the shoulder with his baton.

Hot!

It doesn’t hurt, but the sound is loud. The soldiers who were startled by the loud noise started to move again. Around the same time, the enemy also moved again. They shot arrows and stabbed spears from all directions, and the swordsmen and swordsmen rushed to finish them off. Since the four types of troops were tied together in a single line, they moved according to that order. They shot, stabbed, and slashed. The line that was lined up in a diagonal line passed through in succession, so the guys who had just come out of the cave couldn’t respond well. They swung their machetes fiercely, but they got stuck in the shields and caught in the spears.

The pig’s eyes lit up and he held out his torch. The one holding the torch lit it for him.

“Aright! Eeeeeeeet!”

The pig threw the Jincheon-roe with all his might. However, it was a little short. He tried his best, but it was not easy to send a Jincheon-roe the size of a watermelon more than twenty yards away. Moreover, it was extremely difficult to put it accurately in the hole. And at the moment when he thought that he would not be able to raise his head if his allies got hurt, Dal-cheon ran towards the Jincheon-roe the size of a watermelon floating in the air.

In a moment when time seemed to have stopped, Dalcheon thrust his sword forward. Although it was not visible, the wind rose. The enormous force of the sword pushed Jincheon-roe into the cave. The one who was running out was hit in the chest and fell, rolling down the dark slope of the cave.

“Jinchonryeo!”

Dalcheon shouted, and the Joseon army repeated the same Jincheonroe and crouched. One, two, three, four? A loud noise that shook the heavens and earth rang out again. Screams burst out of the cave, and even people burst out. In the midst of the whirlwind of chaos, Dalcheon demanded another Jincheonroe.

The pig came running with both arms wrapped around me. It was Dalcheon who helped me with the work. I was grateful and thankful, and I was willing to do anything.

“Here it is.”

“Please light it.”

“Yes, I will light it.”

Chichichik He threw the blazing Jincheon-roe into the cave. Another explosion was heard. The axis shook and the building that had been leaning against the cave collapsed. The enemy’s vanguard that had rushed out of the cave was annihilated, and the fate of those who were unable to come out of the cave was unknown.

Dalcheon ordered An Ga to clean up and smiled sinisterly, and the women who had given orders came running. If you do as he says, anything will work out. I saw it work out.

“Gather in front of Heunginjimun Gate, except for one woman. Don’t forget to bring your horses.”

“Loyalty!”

“Loyalty!”

“Loyalty!”

“Loyalty!”

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Meanwhile, Heunginjimun was being fought as a firefight. The Yeojin army did not charge, but ran to about a hundred jang, shot, and ran away repeatedly. They ran as if they were going to charge, but they turned their horses’ heads at a distance of about a hundred jang, and strangely enough, they came exactly to the same distance as the marker that the Joseon army had marked as a hundred jang. It is not that arrows do not fly beyond a hundred jang, but since their accuracy and penetration power decrease, they tacitly acknowledged the distance of a hundred jang.

The one commanding the battle of Heunginjimun was the commander-in-chief. Seven giants were standing on the gate tower, their beards flying, glaring at the enemy. Dalcheon shook his hands as he climbed up the gate tower. It was a show-off gesture. It must have been a sign to look at him, but the commander-in-chief didn’t even blink. His gaze was directed to the enemy’s main camp, the tent where Nohoraha Teuk-a was.

A large barracks was set up, and dozens of armored soldiers surrounded it. Several military tents surrounded it like a castle wall. A tall watchtower was built next to it, and it was taller than the castle wall. It was made of wood that had been peeled and dried for a long time, and it seems that even that was prepared near Heunginjimun.

They say that if you cut down a tree in early winter and dry it for more than a year, it becomes the best lumber. They built a sturdy watchtower with enough lumber to build a house. When I squint my eyes, I see guys with their shirts off behind them making siege weapons. However, I can’t see them cutting down the trees and dragging them. They’re assembling things that were cut down a long time ago without even cutting them. Some have become rams, some have become catapults, and some have become siege guns. These guys have made the parts for siege weapons.

* Rampart: A weapon used to destroy gates or walls using a log hung on a cart.

* Jeongran: A tall siege tower with archers or crossbowmen on top who rain down arrows on the enemy.

Several transport ships* were also being built. What was unusual was that they were assembled from prefabricated parts without cutting down any trees.

* Unje: A wheeled, foldable siege ladder.

Weapons that could shorten the time required for a siege were being manufactured and put into production in no time. They were just assembling what the traitors had already made outside the gate. Korean technicians were also attached to it.

Dalcheon’s gaze narrowed. The Jurchen army was not capable of this kind of siege. They did not have the ability to properly produce siege weapons, that is, they did not have the technology. They were good at fighting on flat ground, and if there was a castle, they would just pass by. They would rather isolate the castle and starve to death than go to the trouble of climbing the castle walls. The best they could do for siege was to hang a rope on the castle walls and climb up. The traitors of Joseon helped them.

It is a world where traitors are running around with a clean face. In a world where the son of a traitor becomes another traitor and pretends to be a clean person, it may be an outdated distinction to discuss treason. Dalcheon’s face changed. What they are trying to gain by doing so is their own glory. They believe that they only need to live well, regardless of what happens to the country or the people. No, the people who say that they are better off even if they sell out the country may be the problem.

“It’s being built so quickly. I think the siege engine will be completed before the day is out.”

The commander-in-chief nodded at Dalcheon’s concerns. His brow furrowed as he nodded. He also noticed. A group of Il-dae-gye were helping them. A capable technician was fitting together pre-fabricated parts. If they had cut down a tree, cut it, and fitted it together, it would never have been made this quickly.

The man who climbed up the high observation tower began to look at the Joseon army camp. It was exactly one hundred and fifty feet away. It was very uncomfortable to see them looking at our camp from a position higher than the castle walls. Knowing the enemy is the most important thing in battle. No matter how strong you are, if you know the enemy’s defenses, you can respond.

“That’s really uncomfortable.”

The commander pointed to the observation tower. The tall tower slowly approached. From below, horses pulled it like a cart and soldiers pushed it.

“Shall I clean it up for you?”

Dalcheon’s words sounded like a joke. The commander nodded. Then, he might be able to do it.

“Yes, please.”

Dalcheon twirled his belt. The sword was tied behind him, and the bow and quiver were placed on his knees. About one hundred and fifty jang. It was a difficult distance for an ordinary person to shoot. Dalcheon pulled back one of his bowstrings and aimed at the guy at the top. He was wearing cowhide around his front. He held his breath and unconsciously released the string. Before the frontal defense was complete. An arrow that had flown a long distance hit the guy in the neck. The guy grabbed his neck, staggered, and fell down the watchtower.

“peace and war!”

At Dalcheon’s words, the officer at the gate lit a hwajeon and handed it over. Dalcheon absentmindedly released the bow again. This time, the arrow that flew out was blocked by the pillar. He hoped that the fire from the hwajeon would burn the wood.

“peace and war!”

Dalcheon fired another arrow nearby. He knocked down a common arrow toward the one who was leaning out from above and trying to use fire, and then accurately fired several fireballs into the pillar. One side of the good, well-dried tree caught fire. When the soldiers came down to put out the fire below, Dalcheon’s arrows struck and knocked down the men.