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Taejonbirok Volume 21, Episode 25
Chapter 117: The Lazy Begins (5)
“Trust me?”
“It’s a bit ambiguous…….”
Jang-il glanced at Yeom-mong as if he was very suspicious.
“But you probably haven’t played for twenty years.”
"I don't think there's anything special about twenty years of preparation. I've never really heard anything about it."
“But I said I prepared.”
Jang Il shrugged at Wi Yeon-ho's words.
"Believe it or not, you're free to do so, but I'm a bit skeptical that just because you've prepared for a long time, you're well-prepared. Doesn't that also depend on your ability?"
“But if you’ve prepared for a long time, things will be different.”
“Then will you follow the plan that he has prepared for twenty years, or will you follow the plan that the military man has prepared for three hours?”
“I am a soldier.”
"me too."
“Me too, sir.”
“Amitabha.”
A vein appeared on Yeommong's forehead.
'I can hear you all, you rotten bastards.'
If you're going to have a meeting from afar, you should at least keep your voices down. What kind of secret meeting are you having so far away when you've both practiced martial arts? I can hear everything even if I don't listen carefully.
But I can't show that I'm listening, right?
It was a nightmare where I was wondering if this was blatant bullying.
“Then what should I do? Tell them I won’t do it?”
“……That would be a bit burdensome.”
"why?"
“Don’t you feel a little sorry for me? I made an offer, so it’s a bit much to just outright reject it… It’s polite.”
Jang-il glanced at Yeom-mong again. Yeom-mong was chanting, looking at the distant sky.
'It's a tree, it's a Buddha.'
It's a situation where we should seek Buddha's mercy, but the sad truth is that among those babbling rascals, there's even a Shaolin monk. How did even a Shaolin monk end up like this, hanging out with such rascals?
Are those guys special, or has the atmosphere of the martial arts world changed a lot in the twenty years he's been away from it?
Either way, it was a really sad story.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
At that moment, Wei Yanhu coughed and slowly approached Yanmong.
“Okay, are you all set?”
“I tried talking to her.”
“Speak up.”
“Can’t I hear the plan first?”
"……huh?"
Wi Yeon-ho chuckled.
“I feel a bit awkward following it without warning, but I also feel a bit awkward saying I won’t follow it either… If possible, I’d like to hear what kind of plan you have before making a decision.”
Yeommong weakly turned his head and looked at Wi Jeonghan. Wi Jeonghan nodded, meeting Yeommong's gaze.
“Senior, I want to hear it too.”
“…….”
I wrote it.
These guys are screwed.
It was a nightmare that made me want to scream at them all to get out immediately. But there was a reason I couldn't.
'The enemy came to me.'
If you were going to entrust them with something, you didn't need to send a secret letter to Yeom Mong. Wi Jeong-han was also capable of receiving secret letters. Yeom Mong's role ended with sending the secret letter. So why bother sending it to Yeom Mong?
It's Shin Gi-su's directive to somehow coax, appease, and exploit these rotten bastards. So, even if you're upset, you can't kick them out.
Yeommong nodded with tears in his eyes.
“……Let’s all gather together.”
Chorrrrrr!
The map unfolded briskly.
“Now, can you see it?”
“Well, because I have eyes.”
“…….”
This rotten bastard didn't say a word.
They keep nitpicking and nitpicking over things that could have just been overlooked.
Yeommong took a deep breath.
'You can't get involved.'
I was already aware of Wei Yanho's personality. I also knew that because of this personality, chaos would break out wherever he went.
The only problem is that there is a huge difference between knowing it in your head and experiencing it in your body.
'If you have three people who can endure, you can avoid murder.'
After taking a couple of deep breaths, Yeom Mong began to explain without even looking at Wi Yeon-ho.
“Now, look. This is the map connecting Xinjiang and Qinghai.”
"yes."
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"There are three main ways to enter the Central Plains from Xinjiang. One is to take the official route you came through. Another is to cross the Wei River and enter Sichuan directly. Finally, take a detour through Mongolia."
Wi Yeon-ho raised his hand.
"what?"
"No, I don't understand. Isn't it just a matter of going the distance? There must be tens of thousands of ways to get to the Central Plains."
"yes."
“But why are there only three paths?”
"It's literally true. If you just walk wherever your feet take you, that's the path. But for an army of that size to move, they need a well-maintained path. That way, they can save even a little time."
“What is the basis?”
“They came into the street last time too.”
“It’s perfect.”
Wi Yeon-ho nodded.
Yeommong sighed deeply and opened his mouth.
"But if you look at the direction they're heading, the route they've chosen is through Qinghai to Gansu. What if they head straight down this route?"
The answer was given by Wi Jeong-han.
“It’s Luoyang.”
"That's right. Luoyang is where the Jeongmu Alliance's headquarters are located. In the past, the Demonic Cult fought by gradually pushing through the Central Plains from Sichuan. But this time, it seems they're planning to push in from the core."
“Hmm.”
Wi Jeong-han's face hardened.
There's a difference between the two. It's simply a matter of method. However, the burden of knowing the headquarters of the Jeongmu Alliance was being targeted was extraordinary. The clear, clear line stretching to Luoyang was painfully fixed in Wei Zhenghan's eyes.
“Did you know in advance where the Demonic Cult would go?”
“I didn’t know.”
“But how did you prepare?”
“Twenty years is a long time.”
"……yes?"
“Not only these three most powerful paths, but also five or six other minor paths have all been prepared.”
"omg……."
Wi Yeon-ho looked at Yeom-mong with renewed interest. He'd thought he'd wasted twenty years simply observing the Demonic Cult, but it seemed he was diligently preparing for his own.
“The political alliance must know, right?”
"Of course. No matter how hard I prepare, I can't do anything without funds. It was you, the leader, who provided the funds and manpower."
“Hmm, so you had some faith in me too. Somehow.”
Yeommong smiled bitterly.
'There is a corner of me that believes in it.'
But that couldn't be Yeommong's trap. Kwon Geuk and Shin Gi-su knew the Demonic Cult too well. Even if Yeommong had prepared a trap with all his might, it wouldn't be able to hold the Demonic Cult back for more than a single moment. That wouldn't be enough to influence the overall situation.
At least half a day.
We need to buy more than half a day. The person who needs to do that is Wei Yanho.
I don't think he knows yet, though.
'We have to weave it together here.'
Yeommong continued his explanation with the determination to win.
"Look carefully. They're using this route. Right now, it's just a barren wasteland, but if you go a little further, you'll come across a rocky area. So, they'll inevitably have to pass through here."
Wi Jeong-han's eyes lit up.
“Gwichanggok (Ghost Spear Valley).”
“That’s right.”
Wei Yanho asked Wei Zhenghan.
“What is Guichanggok?”
“Haven’t you seen it? The valley with the sheer cliffs that lead you here.”
"ah!"
Wi Yeon-ho nodded.
"That was pretty impressive. I've never seen anything like it before. But what are you going to do with it?"
“It is a terrain where one person can stop everyone.”
"That's right. But he'll die alone, too. Because he can't escape."
“I have no intention of stopping it.”
"yes?"
Yeommong smiled faintly.
“There’s no need to block people. Just block the road.”
"ah?"
"I've planted explosives on both sides of the cliff. If I detonate them at the right time, I can cut them off and buy them a day. That's enough. How about it? Will you help me?"
Yeommong smiled with a sense of repentance.
'I can't help but help.'
From Wei Yanho's perspective, this is a surefire win-win. It's not particularly dangerous, and there's no need to exert yourself physically. Simply follow Yan Meng's instructions. Then, he can go down in history as the hero who brought the Demonic Cult to heel.
It's an opportunity to gain both wealth and fame. Who would turn down such an opportunity?
But Yeommong didn't know.
What kind of person is Wi Yeon-ho?
“I don’t want to go.”
"huh?"
Yeommong's eyes grew as big as lanterns.
'Did I hear that wrong?'
"what?"
“I’m not going.”
Wi Yeon-ho waved his hand.
"Why? Why aren't you going? Isn't this too easy for you?"
“So there’s no need for me to go.”
"……what?"
Wi Yeon-ho continued speaking, his ears agape.
"It doesn't seem like a particularly difficult task, and I don't think I need to go along with it. It seems like something you, Uncle, can easily handle with your subordinates."
“So, you’re saying you’re going to turn down the opportunity to make a contribution?”
“Hehe, I’m a pretty upright person, so I don’t take credit for other people’s achievements. I hope you get a lot of credit.”
Are you straight?
Are you going to break it right now?
“Then what are you going to do?”
“Well, what is that…….”
Wi Yeon-ho seemed to be thinking about something and then scratched his head.
“Well, I was thinking about it…….”
"huh?"
“Where is the safest place in the world right now?”
“……A safe place?”
What does this mean? A safe place?
“With the Demonic Cult on the loose, where in the world can there be a safe place?”
“I think I know.”
"where?"
“Here.”
"……huh?"
“Here, here.”
Wi Yeon-ho pointed down with his finger.
"here?"
"yes."
Wi Yeon-ho chuckled.
“Since all the demonic cult members are flocking to the Central Plains, wouldn’t this Xinjiang land be the safest?”
uh?
Now that I hear it, is that so?
There would be no martial artist who would invade Xinjiang, where there was no Demonic Cult, and the demons who invaded the Central Plains with such force would not leave their forces here.
Xinjiang is the only land in the world where war has not broken out.
It was a counterintuitive idea that I had never thought of before.
“Well, then?”
"lol."
Wi Yeon-ho smiled faintly.
"I was born a general, so I wouldn't shy away from war, but retreating before the enemy's lines doesn't look good. I'll take this opportunity to pacify Xinjiang, so I sincerely hope you achieve your goal, Uncle."
Subdue Xinjiang.
“Hey, you punk! It’s already a no-man’s land, what else is there to do but pacify it?”
The corners of Wei Yanho's mouth curled up.
Everyone who saw that smile began to tremble with anxiety.
'What are you trying to do?'
'Why is that guy doing that again, after all that success?'
'Every time that guy makes that face, a major accident happens… … .'
“Amitabha, Amitabha, Wooden Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva. Amitabha.”
Musan began to recite the Yeonshin Bulho.
“So, it was Grandfather Military’s order to grab his ankle.”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
"If that's the case, let's do it right. There's a way to cut off its legs. Hehehe."
Even Yan Meng began to tremble with anxiety as he watched Wei Yan Ho laugh as if he couldn't stand it because he was so happy.
What the hell are you trying to do, you punk?
It was the moment when the brilliant and invincible Lord's activities to save the world from ruin truly began.
Of course, it's a little different from history.
vestige.