Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 603

#603

Taejonbirok Volume 25, Episode 3

Chapter 133: The Lazy Man, Solved (3)

“Tsk.”

Wi Yeon-ho wiped the blood streaming down his forehead with his sleeve. But the gesture didn't improve his situation. Blood soaked his sleeve and seeped out, running down his face.

"no way."

Wi Yeon-ho was annoyed.

I can't get used to this blood at all.

Even though I had heard my master say several times that a man who lives off of rice should treat blood like water.

Wi Yeon-ho turned his head and looked ahead.

'Does it have no meaning anymore?'

The tracking was pretty good. And the criminal record was pretty good. Thanks to Baek Hoe-myeong's stupidity, it was pretty easy.

Still, I feel regret.

Despite the ridiculous record, the gap in power was still large.

I feel someone approaching quickly from behind.

Wi Yeon-ho turned his head slightly.

“Were you here?”

Jang Il and Wi Jeong-han descended to the floor. As soon as they landed, Wi Jeong-han inspected Wi Yeon-ho's appearance and clicked his tongue.

“Wipe your face, you punk.”

“Even if I wipe it, it doesn’t come off.”

“Tsk.”

Wi Jeong-han approached Wi Yeon-ho and wiped his face with his sleeve. Wi Jeong-han's face darkened at the sight of blood on his sleeve.

'Is this repeating?'

Wi Jeong-han was also around the same age as Wi Yeon-ho and looked like this.

The ensuing battle and the resulting eyes full of life.

We fought and fought again, soaking our bodies with blood. It was a time when we were human, yet not human.

Those terrible times are being repeated for Wi Yeon-ho as well.

Although I fought with my life on the line to prevent this situation, it was difficult to avoid the despair of history repeating itself.

“Ah!”

It seems like strength has been put into his hands. Wei Yanho opened his eyes wide.

“If you have any complaints, just say so!”

“…….”

No, no.

This guy can never be like me. He's a different kind of guy.

Jang-il stuck out his tongue.

“That ghostly bastard. He didn’t kill a single one of them.”

I saw countless people lying on the ground as I chased after Wei Yanho. But none of them had lost their breath.

'I don't know if it's merciful or cruel.'

Cut the tendons and sever the muscles.

So exquisitely that I will never be able to hold a sword again.

He didn't take his life, but only his life as a warrior. This was a task several times more difficult and arduous than simply swinging a sword and decapitating him.

'I'd rather die.'

Yet, it's difficult to argue with Wei Yanhu's mercy because we know how miserable the swordsman must be, unable to wield a sword. Considering the profound sense of loss felt by those who have been reduced to inferiority to ordinary people due to the closure of their martial arts, it's clear that killing is more cruel than beating them.

"Is it really necessary to keep them all alive? Since when has this been the case?"

The Wi Yeon-ho that Jang Il knows does not hesitate to use his sword.

When he swung his sword with determination, he never spared his opponent. Unless there were unavoidable circumstances or someone intervened to stop him, he always did.

I don't think that Wi Yeon-ho has ever shown such kindness.

“There should be one or two.”

Wi Yeon-ho was annoyed.

“If we kill this many people, some of them will turn into ghosts.”

“…….”

“I can deal with people, but I’m afraid of ghosts. My sword won’t stick.”

Jang-il smiled happily.

'I was stupid.'

Trying to understand Wei Yanho was a mistake. How could I possibly understand this guy?

“Do you intend to pursue it further?”

"no."

Wi Yeon-ho shook his head at Wi Jeong-han's words.

“It’s too much.”

“I think so too.”

Pursuit is possible. But pursuing further is risky. Now, it's time for the main force, which has been pursuing, to join the vanguard that has fled.

If you chase them further, you will end up taking on many at once.

That wasn't what Wei Yanhu wanted.

Moreover, they came here to bring salvation, not to vanquish the enemy. Once they've achieved their intended goal, they should be content with that.

“Let’s go back now.”

“No, I still have work to do.”

“Greed breeds anger.”

Maybe that's not all.

Wi Jeong-han didn't want to see Wi Yeon-ho, at least, frantically trying to take down or kill someone. Perhaps it was a luxury, given the war had already begun.

It's a little different from the feeling of caring for one's children.

Even if he weren't his son, I wish Wei Yanhu could simply remain Wei Yanhu. If even Wei Yanhu were to become consumed by the madness of war, who in the world could possibly maintain themselves?

"They've already suffered enough damage. They need time to recover and regroup. You could say they've bought themselves enough time."

“Do you need to reorganize?”

“There is something called organization in war.”

It's not simply a matter of reducing one hundred men to seventy. To fight effectively in war, command and organization are necessary. If you have one hundred, divide them into groups of ten and appoint a commander.

This way, you can make the desired force go where you want it by simply giving orders to the commander.

But when the battle ends and the formations become disorganized, problems arise. Some groups have ten men remaining, while others have only one. Then, the two groups are no longer the same.

If the group consisted of only ten people, it would be possible to respond by memorizing the number of team members. However, if thousands of people were to face off, that would be impossible. Naturally, the formation would need to be reorganized.

"Recovering the wounded, reorganizing the troops, and holding those responsible accountable. These may seem like simple tasks, but they're actually quite daunting. That's why wars can drag on for years."

“Oh, really?”

Wi Yeon-ho chuckled.

“That’s great. Hey, beggar!”

"huh?"

“Go to those Baekgeomseong kids and….”

"uh?"

“I won’t catch you, so tell everyone to go home. Catch the kids who don’t go and bring them to Baekgeomseong.”

“…….”

Jang Il looked at Wi Yeon-ho with a trembling face.

'Well, that makes sense.'

Captives have meaning only when they have exchange value. Those without exchange value have no meaning as captives.

It seems unlikely that Baekgeomseong would give up anything to save them.

'There's no reason to surrender to save those who are powerless.'

If there was a power, they would have tried to use them to somehow bring about an armistice agreement, but Baekgeomseong would not listen.

In that case, it would be better to hand over the prisoners and increase their burden.

“So, these guys are like that, so what are we supposed to do?”

“They’re not all of them.”

Wi Yeon-ho shrugged.

“We must save those who can be saved.”

“…….”

Wi Jeong-han sighed softly.

It's a given.

Now, Wei Yanhu was putting the agreement into practice. This was the attitude that Wei Zhenghan had always longed for from Wei Yanhu.

But why do I feel so bitter?

It's like seeing a kid who never reads a word no matter how much I nag him, one day pouring out his nose and devoting himself to his studies.

But concern outweighed joy.

“Are you okay?”

“You’ve been talking nonsense since earlier. I’m not even hurt.”

“……Yeah, that’s right.”

Wi Jeong-han knew his worries were excessive. But knowing in your head and feeling in your heart are two different things.

“Don’t worry. It’s nothing special. Not yet…”

Wei Yanhu looked at the distant sky.

“Because the war hasn’t even started yet.”

* * *

“I am reporting!”

The new detective, who had been nervously snapping his fingers, suddenly raised his head. The face of the person who had burst through the door flashed before his eyes.

"hurry!"

"Yes! Wei Yanho and his party, headed to Hefei for rescue, have safely encountered those fleeing! Word has arrived that they have successfully repelled Baekgeomseong and safely evacuated the remaining men!"

“Hey, these guys!”

The new detective shuddered.

I did it.

I just did it.

I thought, "If it were Wei Yanho, if it were them, they might be able to do it," but somewhere in my heart, I worried that perhaps I'd wasted my life. That worry vanished in this moment.

"and?"

"Yes! Wi Yeon-ho and his party defeated the pursuers at the forefront of Baekgeomseong and encountered Baek Hoe-myeong and others. They defeated them. As a result, Baekgeomseong is now retreating."

“These crazy guys!”

A double whammy burst out of the detective's mouth.

But that curse was a curse that burst out because he couldn't contain his joy.

"You've got the idea right! That's right! That's how it should be!"

I keep bursting out laughing.

A smile returned to the face of the mysterious detective, who had never been able to relax since hearing the news of Kwon Geuk's death.

“Wei Yanho and his party are currently pursuing the retreating Baekgeomseong.”

“……You’re chasing after me?”

The face of the new detective, which had brightened, hardened again.

'Isn't that too much?'

The Baekgeomseong army numbers in the thousands. Yet, only six members of Wei Yanhu's party are pursuing them?

This is something that cannot happen according to common sense.

'No, no.'

Where in the world is there anything that makes sense with common sense?

It makes no sense that Wei Yanho clashed with them and forced them to retreat.

Of course, we can see how that happened.

Even a tiger can't fight thousands of rabbits without suffering. Even if the tiger sinks its fangs into the dying rabbits just once, it will bleed to death.

But that doesn't happen.

Because rabbits that encounter a tiger, whether a thousand or ten thousand, will run away. Power versus power is a concept that exists only in the mind. In reality, no one wants to trade their own death for the life of their opponent.

So I had no choice but to run away.

Wi Yeon-ho isn't stupid. He's actually incredibly clever. If he decided to pursue, the situation is certainly favorable.

“Damage! You said there were no injuries?”

“There was no damage. There were no injuries.”

"oh!"

“Wei Yanho and his party contacted us and said that they would go to rescue Hap-bi as soon as they finished tracking her.”

“Yes, that’s right. If that’s possible, then that’s right.”

The new investigator sighed deeply.

“Hero, hero… I never thought I’d be calling him that.”

The new investigators were spreading all sorts of rumors to make Wei Yanho a hero. It was absolutely necessary. As the world becomes more difficult, people naturally seek places to rely on.

But as things unfolded, I began to wonder if such a task was truly necessary. Wi Yeon-ho, without any guidance or assistance, was on his way to becoming a hero.

And it does so with unprecedented and unprecedented innovations in history.

“Ignorant bastard.”

The new detective smiled pleasantly.

"This isn't the time. We need to help him now. First, the situation…"

“I am reporting!”

Another person rushed through the door.

"The Shaolin monks and shamans have arrived at the main gate. They say the other sects will arrive soon."

“I, I’m going out now!”

The new detective jumped up from his seat and ran outside.

A hope that had never been seen before was blooming on his face.