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#Episode 95. Guerrilla Warfare (1)
Tuntun ran on the asphalt.
The school playground is still covered in snow and grass leaves.
This is Anyang Buheung High School’s playground, which was the forward base for a while.
Park Ji-su, who was grilling meat with his warriors at one end of the playground, smiled brightly when he found her.
“Ah, Sophie-!”
“… … .”
Sophia quickly drove Tuntun to where she was.
The player who was wearing the goblin mask got off the toon and bowed his head to Park Ji-soo.
Park Ji-soo gave the tumbler she was holding to Sophia.
It was hot cocoa.
The two spoke in English.
“How was it? Those guys.”
“The defenses weren’t very strong. To a degree that was a bit strange.”
“… … Really? How is it? Am I right?”
“Yeah. They were trying to pull us further inside.”
“Puhahaha. Oh, yeah. Okay.”
Park Ji-soo laughed heartily and sat down with his staff, dragging Sophia along.
Park Ji-soo brought Sophia some snacks and drinks.
She muttered quietly as she picked up a chocolate cookie.
“But… … there was something that was strange.”
“What is it, what is it.”
“The enemy lord must also know the importance of Bisan, but I can barely see his fighting force. I think he might have another plan. We must be careful.”
Agh, ugh.
Sophia chewed the chocolate cookie carefully.
Park Ji-soo and his staff were paying attention to Sophia, seemingly hoping she would say something more.
Sophia looked around at her staff while eating a chocolate cookie.
“end.”
But the reply was short.
Park Ji-soo looked around at the surrounding staff, then smiled brightly and patted Sophia’s back.
“Uh… … Yeah. Okay. Got it. Right? That’ll be fine. … … Hey-. What are those eyes on Sophia who came back from a hard time?”
“……sorry.”
Park Ji-soo also had a commander who was a former soldier.
And they were the core staff during that time.
Sophia’s orders were simply to check the enemy’s defenses.
Anyway, the more important bases for Park Ji-soo were Anyang Station and Anyang 1st Street.
Anyang Station, Anyang 1st Street.
Anyang City was a place filled with some of the best resources in the city.
To be honest, Park Ji-soo judged that even if she could just take over Anyang Station and end the war, Man-gyeong would self-destruct.
And that thought was right.
Anyang Station was an area that provided them with a steady supply of resources even while the police took over.
Most of the economic power that currently makes up Man-gyeong comes from Anyang Ilbeon-ga.
During that time, the troops were gathering at Anyang Station.
Sophia was now scheduled to be deployed there.
thud-!
At that moment, a man of sturdy build approached Park Ji-su while holding a huge logging knife.
“Your Majesty, please send me to Bisan.”
“… … .”
Park Ji-soo glanced at Sophia and then glanced at the man.
Kim Jung.
He was a commander under Park Ji-su.
“Five thousand will do. If you give me fifty million, I will offer Bisan to your Majesty.”
The first to react to his words were his staff.
“Five thousand… …?”
“Five thousand would be nothing.”
“Yes. Five thousand… … .”
Despite his aides’ concerns, Kim Jong-un laughed heartily.
“Poohahahaha-! Fifty million will do. I’ll destroy everything I come across and capture thousands of people as slaves. I promise.”
Kim Jong-un’s voice seems full of confidence.
Certainly, Kim Jong-un displayed tremendous fighting power and played an active role at the forefront in the all-out war with Uiwang.
His fighting power would be enough to easily break down Bisan’s defense forces.
In fact, Park Ji-soo herself had to focus all her energy on conquering Anyang Station, so she didn’t have time to worry about Bisan.
Park Ji-soo was pouting, but I decided to trust him.
“Okay, fine. I’ll give you six thousand. Go and take care of them all. Even if you kill them all.”
“Oh, yes! Your Majesty. Please believe me!”
In this way, Bisan’s main force consisted of 6,000 warriors led by Kim Jong.
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Now, all remaining troops will be deployed to Anyang Station.
The main force of Man-gyeong led by Jin Jae-hee was stationed there. If they clashed, it would become the biggest battleground.
Park Ji-soo gave an order to the sergeant next to her.
“Bisan, Yukcheon, the commander is Kim Jong. Get ready.”
“Yes, I understand.”
The warrior who received the monarch’s order quickly entered the school.
Soon a swarm of armed warriors emerged from the school.
They were all wearing tattered clothes of different colors.
Their appearance was not that of an army, but rather that of a group of vagabonds who had been driven out of their old homeland. Their cheeks were sunken and they looked like corpses.
But the look in his eyes was different.
They were the eyes of a murderer, ready to kill someone without hesitation at any time.
What King Park Ji-su promised them during this Man-gyeong expedition was the introduction of slavery.
Slave, slave, slave.
It may be the most thrilling and yet sweetest word for mankind.
In the United States, slavery was abolished through the Civil War, and in Joseon, the slave system was abolished through the Gabo Reform.
But now Park Ji-soo has revived that slavery here.
Aren’t slaves, who do the work that should be done by others, the most precious luxury in the post-apocalyptic world?
For them, this war is an expedition to acquire slaves.
Six thousand warriors who had escaped from the school building lined up and waited in front of Kim Jong.
Now, Park Ji-soo had a total of 20,000 troops on standby inside Buheung High School. In a word, this place was a ‘warrior’s warehouse.’
I have been living and eating inside the school for the past month.
The reason they could endure it was because of slaves.
Their driving force was the expectation that they would be able to obtain slaves who would serve them for their pleasure.
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Meanwhile, in Bisan, preparations for defense were in full swing.
Zion opened the curtains slightly and looked at the enemy base across Anyangcheon.
They had raised their shields, preparing for ranged attacks, and the bridge was littered with corpses.
Most ranged weapons were bows, and things like catapults and crossbows were not seen.
Besides, they were using things like slingshots.
He was using a slingshot by attaching a rubber band to a small branch that could be held in one hand.
Although it differed in destructive power and range from classic ranged weapons such as bows or crossbows, the slingshot had its own advantages.
Fast firing rate and portability.
In close combat, you can gain a strategic advantage over soldiers wielding swords.
But a mere slingshot cannot compare to the weapons of Man-gyeong.
“Tell the soldiers: Do not neglect to build defensive positions and install firewalls.”
“Yes, I understand.”
After hearing those words, Zion left the bedroom and headed toward the front door.
This place was originally a family home, but is now being used as a defensive position.
Many soldiers were already preparing for battle.
It wasn’t just this house.
Apartment stairs, floors, rooftops.
Each apartment complex had well-established countermeasures in place to defend against enemy attack.
Building 103, key defense area.
The 1st and 5th floors are guerrilla warfare zones.
The 6th and 7th floors are barricades, trap areas, and fire prevention facilities.
The 8th floor is the first defense area of building 103.
The 9th to 20th floors are a battlefield area equipped with all kinds of traps and prepared for guerrilla warfare.
The 20th to 22nd floors are a food supply warehouse and weapons storage facility in preparation for a prolonged battle against Mercury.
A bridge was installed on the 23rd floor rooftop to allow access to the rooftops of other apartments.
It was the work of Man-Gyeong workers who had been accumulating knowledge about bridges for the past two years.
The apartment complex, consisting of 36 buildings, was built as a castle.
“How about maintaining the fire prevention facilities?”
“Bring me some more vines!”
“Put the rebar in so there is no space left.”
“Twist the power lines like a rope, so they are stronger.”
Zion continued to watch the battlefield.
Workers, or now soldiers, were hastily setting up barricades on each floor.
They gathered their own people and made barricades to block off entire flight of stairs, and between them they pulled in the city’s power lines and twisted them into ropes.
When the battle starts, the warriors will have no choice but to climb the apartment, and Zion has prepared countermeasures for that.
There are only two ways to climb the floors here.
Take the elevator or climb the stairs.
However, the stairs were completely blocked by workers who placed barricades, power lines, traps, and weapons.
They’ll have to deal with new attacks from new allies every time they climb a floor.
Upon arriving at the 20th floor, Zion encountered a doctor checking the medical beds in the living room and hallway.
The doctor came straight to Zion.
“Your Majesty, when will additional supplies of medicine and bandages be available?”
“It will be done soon. Please wait a moment.”
In addition, each ward was assigned a doctor.
Most of the supplies, medical, food and maintenance were located on the 20th to 22nd floors.
Additionally, food and water were fully prepared for a month-long battle.
There was no proper place to store water, so most people stored it in bathtubs or sinks.
The apartment is a solid fortress.
Once the battle begins, it will be a living hell for the warriors.
100 soldiers per unit.
A total of 3,600 soldiers were deployed to defend the Pamian apartment complex.
Zion went up to the 23rd floor again.
There was a bridge there.
A bridge connecting the rooftops of apartment buildings.
“Welcome, Your Majesty.”
“You have come, Your Majesty!”
The captain of the 103rd platoon greeted Zion.
He was the leader of the hundred soldiers guarding this place.
She bowed her head to Zion and guided him to the bridge.
Frankly, from a modern perspective, it was an incredibly flimsy bridge.
But after the destruction, this was Zion’s masterpiece.
Because the distance between the east and west was so great, it could not have been built without modern construction equipment.
However, the ‘construction player’ hired by Madame Bisan solved this problem in one go.
It was thanks to this architectural player that it was possible to build an apartment complex into a castle.
The construction player next to the 103rd building captain explained the bridge.
“We used steel bars to secure them to the roofs of both buildings and then connected them. The 50cm thick steel bars were taken from nearby construction sites or buildings. Fortunately, Anyang is a large city, so we were able to mobilize a lot of construction equipment. About five people can cross at a time.”
Architectural player.
He had the ability to make any object smaller.
And you can revert it back to its original size whenever you want.
His skills were of great help in building the bridge over the rooftop.
“Thank you for your hard work. It was a great help.”
“Never mind. Victory, Your Majesty.”
It was said that the width was about 50cm and that it was connected with steel bars, but underneath it was a cliff that was as high as 23 stories.
Zion strode across the bridge.
Rattling, rattling!
Every time he took a step onto the bridge, it shook steadily.
He moved from Building 103 to Building 113, and comforted the soldiers there.
Zion comforted everyone here from his position as monarch, and returned to his core defense complex.
Commander-in-Chief of the 2nd Army here.
He approached Zion and reported.
“Defense preparations are complete.”
Construction has been ongoing for the past six months, and all manpower has been invested here during the one-year non-aggression pact.
This was a defense base so dense and sophisticated that it could be compared to France’s Maginot defense line during World War II.
Everything had been prepared according to Zion’s plan, and now the prelude to that war was about to begin.
Now everything is ready.
Zion spoke to each of the corps commanders and the commanders of the 2nd Army Corps.
“Let us welcome you, guest.”
Zion looked across the rooftops to the garrison.
Their movements were unusual.
It seemed like they were preparing for an all-out assault.
Zion frowned.
‘Will you come at dawn? Or early evening? When? What are your thoughts? How, in what manner, who will you send? Come, all of you. Every single one of you.’
This place will be hell for them.
(Continued in the next episode)