The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman] - Chapter 479

Episode 479

The place where everyone left after the battle.

After receiving a message that the uninhabited army led by Muhyang of Eungjo was attacked, it was Muhyang of Mangung (瞞弓), who was the closest to them, who hurriedly ran to lead the support.

“This is what it is…”

The battlefield unfolding before his eyes was devastating.

cack cack.

Countless flocks of crows descended to prey on the shells left by the dead, and wolves crowded in at the smell of blood.

“Single life!”

“yes.”

“Dividing Mangungdae in two. One is to look around to prepare for an enemy attack, and the other is to look at the battlefield!”

“yes.”

At the Mangung’s command, Dansaeng, an aide-de-camp, divided his subordinates to deliver missions and ran among the corpses.

Aww!

A flock of crows, disturbed from their meal, howled and flapped their wings, and a flock of wolves roared back, but that was all.

Mangung, who had been staring coldly at the predators that continued to hover around the battlefield, raised his bow and drew a protest.

“Insignificant things…”

Jjiik.

The moment the bow rod, bent in an arc like a fan, reaches its limit…

.

The protests that were placed trembled finely as they found their place.

It was a bow that obviously had no weight.

However, hundreds of crows and wolves were pierced by something and all died.

formless vision.

A shapeless arrow made only of energy.

The arrow of the full palace was an assassination weapon without shape or force, so it was impossible to avoid it even with the sensitive instinct of a beast.

It’s been a while since the carcasses of beasts were added to the scene of the brutal massacre.

Adjutant Dansaeng, who looked at the battlefield, returned and knelt down to report.

“Mr. Mangung.”

“Speak.”

“Judging by the degree of blood clotting, the attack was about half a day ago, and the total number of dead bodies is eight hundred.”

“eight hundred? What about the corpses of our enemies?”

“I can’t see it.”

“…”

While Mangung’s face was distorted, reports from his single life continued.

“Looking at the traces left on the battlefield, those who survived moved to two places.”

“…”

“About 1,000 of them headed for Hebei, and about three hundred moved north.”

It’s a sign that goes to two places.

“All of the three hundred seem to be masters above the peak, and it seems that there are those among them whose level is difficult to predict from the eyes of subordinates.”

Mangoong frowned deeply and fell into thought.

If you were single, you couldn’t make a mistake.

As he said, if the trail were divided into two parts, one would be the enemy and the other would be the survivors.

There are eight hundred corpses left at the scene, so one thousand must be the survivors of the palace.

If you went to Hebei, does that mean you abandoned the palace and surrendered?

What was even more puzzling was the number of 300 presumed enemies.

“How ….”

Even if you look at the battlefield with your eyes closed, you can’t understand the same number.

Under the circumstances, it was clear that Eungjo had been defeated.

However, the scope of the battle was too narrow.

The number of warriors led by Eungjo was about 2,000.

If you responded to the enemy’s attack, the battlefield should have been spread widely.

But isn’t this like being massacred unilaterally while being surrounded at the bottom of a cliff?

By any chance, those who were maintaining the defense line started a counterattack…?

Not good.

The core of the strategy that the Grand Palace Master set up was deception and the confusion itself that it would cause to the strategists on the other side.

It was not intended to empty the troops of Hebei like Seongdonggyukseo or Johoisan.

I didn’t need the rest anyway.

King Sapaeo, who was said to have formed a defensive line in Hebei? It wasn’t even considered.

All of this was a strategy that targeted only the shaman.

Daegungju focused on his ever-growing powers all the way to the midfield.

From Daerang Ocheoksan, Sogungju Hanseung, and Daegungju’s greatest enemy, Bukri Docheon, were all defeated by him.

That’s what I was trying to get him out of.

To make the battle a little easier.

Therefore, all strategies were established based on his personality revealed so far.

The soldiers of the Red Turbans were originally raised as consumables.

Because of this, he gave Amhyang the poison of the black killer without hesitation, targeting refugees and the people of the central plains, not the soldiers of the central plains, and poisoning the elderly and women and children with explosives.

A shaman with a strong tendency to love the people would never stand by and stand by the damage that occurred in Shanxi and Shaanxi.

Even if the enemy’s soldiers felt confused trying to figure out the palace’s intentions and couldn’t withdraw their troops, they thought that the shaman’s sword would leave Hebei to save Shaanxi and Shanxi.

So five were organized.

As those who have the power to overwhelm King Sapao of Hebei.

“…Could it be that they figured out the Grand Palace Master’s strategy?”

Mangung, who had been biting his lip at the ominous family, asked Dansaeng.

“What about the response? What happened to Nzao’s body?”

“I can’t see it.”

“….”

Eungjo is alive?

However, there was no way he would be among the number of thousands who went down to Hebei.

Mangung knew Eungjo well.

Even when he became scentless, he was the one who was next to him.

He had a timid and savage personality, so if he was attacked by enemies and fell into trouble, there was a high possibility that he would choose to flee rather than surrender.

It’s a good thing if you manage to escape… but what if you’re captured by the enemy?

Mangung’s eyes narrowed.

If the enemy’s attack has begun, you must confirm who they are and let them know, and you must shut the mouth of Eungjo, who knows the palace’s power in detail.

“Single life.”

“yes.”

“You must immediately report this situation to the Grand Palace Princess, and then go back and have the Hong Guns waiting with us join the heavenly powers.”

“All right.”

“The rest of Mangungdae follows me and pursues the enemy.”

“All right.”

With what he had to do engraved in his head, he immediately lowered his head.

Mangung and five hundred archers led by him.

In order to use the weapon of the palace as their main weapon, they have learned more than anyone else’s light air skills, stealth skills, and supersensory skills.

It’s not inferior to the Silver Widan, which Sapaecheon boasts, or the Salmak led by Soyakbyeok.

“Move quickly and chase after the enemy!”

“yes!”

When Mangung threw himself off, Mangungdae followed him and disappeared from the battlefield.

Kyaaak. Caw.

The battlefield where even Mangungdae left.

Dan-saeng, who was the only one left there to watch the flock of crows land on their prey, took out a simple paper, pencil, and ink from his bosom and wrote a complete book.

Fudduk.

It was at the moment when he was about to take out the bill of lading.

Suddenly, as if frightened by something, the crows that had landed near him soared high, and something rose from under the corpse.

what? Are you sure you didn’t feel anything?

Something was caught in the feeling of a single life that was urgently unfolded due to unknown anxiety.

“Oh no!”

Too close to use a bow.

Shuuk!

Dansaeng moved his hand away from the bow and pulled out the dagger in his bosom.

Few! self!

Two sounds almost simultaneously and blood sprayed in the air.

“It’s damn fast. Didn’t you almost die?”

“…!”

Shallow?

There was definitely a feeling of being touched…

The boy who appeared in front of the young man, who was blushing in disbelief, laughed as he wiped the blood from the long cut on his cheek.

“You bastards dumber than rat fleas. Just looking at it, a guy who trained for assassination is saying that he uses a bow for what? In the underworld, stick to the dagger and live, unless you want to lose after hesitating like today.”

“…”

Dansaeng licked his lips to reply to the vulgar words he spat out without hesitation.

“Krukreuk…”

However, there was no way the proper words would come out of his already pierced throat.

In the end, Dansaeng shed blood from his neck and ended his short life befitting his name.

“What crimes are these young beasts without mercy… Let’s see anyway…”

Hwangshin took out the written document that the fallen Dansaeng was holding and read it.

“You have a lot of money. How good is the paper quality? It’s not even a secret, this.”

No matter how urgent the situation is. Bastards, their confidence is so sky-high.

The hwangsin, who was grumbling, used the corpse of a single life as a table and wrote two copies of the document and sent them in different directions.

One was for a single life, and the other was for a Jeok-saeng in Hebei…

It was not difficult for him, a former member of the Eunweidan, to imitate the sentences and handwriting of a single life in such a short time.

“Cheuk God will surely praise you, right?”

Hwangshin smiled proudly, proud of himself for doing more than he was told to do.

“Then the Lord will be waiting for you, so shall we hurry up and go?”

Go see it and get compliments.

“Awesome!”

Hwangsin got up energetically, shook his awl and put it in his bosom, glanced at the battlefield with impassive eyes, and disappeared silently after Mangungdae.

* * *

“An archer?”

“yes. About five hundred people. They were pretty cool guys. I almost got caught.”

“Heh, did you even disturb me in the midst of that?”

“yes.”

“…”

Hwangsin, who arrived at the assembly point first through a shortcut, joined Jinmu and his party only after sunset.

I just told them to monitor the movements of the reinforcements, but they didn’t know enough about the enemy and even disturbed them.

Like this quirky guy. How can you be so pretty?

You did a good job calling them the emperor and the children.

When a satisfied expression appeared on Jinmu’s face, Hwangshin’s eyes brightened.

Uh-huh, if this guy shakes his tail like that, can’t he get over it without praising me?

“Good job, God.”

“Hehe what? Since there is a letter from the enemy in front of you, isn’t it natural that you are disturbing the enemies as a member of the Silver Guard and as the personal escort of the Heavenly Lord?”

“It’s normal, hot ha ha ha!”

“Yes hahaha!”

Jinmu and Hwangshin looked at each other back and forth and laughed at each other.

In any case, the information Hwangsin knew was very valuable.

Didn’t the enemy say that they were chasing them with about 500 courageous people?

Then you have to strategize accordingly.

“Where are they located?”

“Hmm, he’s coming looking for traces, so I think he’ll arrive in about two o’clock.”

To Jinmu’s question, Mo Won-ryeo calculated the approximate time and answered.

“Two sighs…”

Since the light air of the chasing guys was excellent, it could be less than that.

Jinmu rubbed his chin with grim eyes and shook his head as meanly as possible.

“Woomyung!”

“yes!”

“The next tactic… is to get rid of fire moths.”

“A fire moth?”

Not only Chun Woo-myeong, but everyone was confused by the unfamiliar strategy.

I bet it is.

because I just thought

According to Hwangsin’s understanding, the pursuers are experts in using the palace.

These guys usually depend on what seems to be good eyesight.

Then you should use it appropriately.

The sun was setting just in time.

The best time to fool their eyes. Moreover, don’t you have a prey so delicious that they drool?

Jinmu glanced down at the captive Eungjo.

The fact that this guy is the core master of the palace means that there is a serious anxiety factor on the other side.

They know that the attack has started, so they will do whatever it takes to stop the information from leaking out.

The choice is one of two. save or kill.

No matter what you choose, the fact remains that they will step into a trap.

aim for that time

Come on, come on, you guys.

Improvised strategy Extermination of fire moths.

Those who harm the bees and disturb the ecosystem… I

will become a beekeeper myself to catch you.