Chapter - 371 Episode 371. I agree with that. (1)

"So basically, the Sapa is not stronger than the political faction. But even the most powerful of the political factions, Shaolin, can't keep up."

"……."

"Of course, our opening is full of more beggars than all those Sapa put together, but you know, only a handful of the beggars are properly energized."

"……."

"The five most powerful of the many and many Sapa are called Sinjuopae, which is called Janggangsuro 108chae, Noklim 70chae, Haomun, Manin…….Hey! Are you sleeping?"

Chung-Myung, who was dozing off, flinched and opened his eyes as Hong Dae Kwang shouted.

"Breathing.

"No, you son of a b*tc*! He told me to explain, but he's dozing off!"

"Oh, that's because it's obvious."

"What do you mean, obvious? When it's all in there, it becomes blood and flesh.…!"

"There's plenty of blood and plenty of flesh. So how strong is that bay room?"

"Well."

Hong Dae Kwang swept his chin a couple of times and shrugged.

"I don't know."

"……."

"……."

Disgrace flashed through Chung-Myung's eyes as he looked at Hong Dae Kwang.

"…That's not the way people look at people."

"You don't even know how strong an open buntaju is?"

"You'll have to stick around to find out there.

Hong Dae Kwang said as if he was genuinely wronged.

"In the past hundred years, there has not been a proper fight between political factions and the Sapa. The factions could not keep the Sapa in check to recover the damage they suffered from the Mahists, and the Sapa quickly called out their forces in the wake of the postwar chaos."

"His demon pups are of no help anyway!"

Whatever you do, it's magic! Magic school!

You're going to get a scab on your ear!

"It can't be helped. The scars left by the war were that deep. It's……."

Hong Dae Kwang stopped talking and shut up. Then he quickly changed the subject before the awkwardness came to the surface.

"It's something a strong man has to accept."

You're trying.

What I was going to say was...

Don't you guys know best?'

It would have been.

Anyway, in thinking about the feelings of the other person listening, I wouldn't break the ice.

"So it's hard to figure out the exact power. In a rough estimate, it is a little short of the old school, and it is expected to be comparable to Oh Dae-gawa."

"Well."

"Among them, the Red Squad is one of the most famous armed forces in the world. The strength of the enemy squad itself is not unusual compared to other armed forces, but the enemy squad leader Yuppyeong is different among the major opposition parties."

"Well."

"He's one of the most powerful people in the world. With such a man leading, enemy lines have always been the subject of caution."

"I've never seen a Sapa hear a man of caution. Whew."

"How long have you lived, man?"

Hong Dae Kwang murmured, "A young man acts like an old man." But Chung-Myung neatly ignored the remark.

'The world is better.'

It's really good for those Sapa guys. A hundred years ago, when Plum Blossom Inspection was in Hwasan, the dead would not have even thought of coming within a thousand miles of Hwasan.

In fact, Chung-Myung would not have had to step up. Hawasan's celadon ships, hungry for spines, would have foamed at his mouth and rushed like beasts.

At that time, not only Hwasan, but also the old file room and Oh Dae-se were so powerful that they couldn't use any power."It was a time when there was so little to collaborate on, and the old men who opened their eyes blue-eyed searched the mountains for bandits.'

It was a time when evil political factions were tormenting vulnerable Sapa to death. From the perspective of the fallen Sapa, isn't it just hell?

Come to think of it that way, they're very persistent. I'm proud to see that you've endured those hard times and have grown your power again...….

Oh, this isn't it.

"Anyway!"

Chung-Myung sprang up from his seat. Hong Dae Kwang's eyes widened.

"What are you going to do?"

"I know what kind of people they are, so that's enough. Just take care of it."

"Hwasan the Dragon! Don't look down on the crowd!"

Hong Dae Kwang screamed in fright.

"Of course I know you're strong. But the enemy of all men is on a different level than the ones you've faced so far! Don't forget that the people you've been fighting for are the latecomers! The review index is supposed to evaluate its promise, not its strength!"

But even against it, Chung-Myung's face was heartbreaking. Hong Dae Kwang thumped his heart as if he was frustrated.

"Jokssado Yoppyyong is a strong man you've never experienced before. If you try to deal with it poorly, you can get in big trouble."

"Oh, I've never heard of a Sapa in my life. This is why you have to live long."

"Oh, so how long have you lived?"

Tsk.

There's no need to say it.

"Anyway, I got it."

As Chung-Myung left waving his hands, Hong Dae Kwang distorted his face.

What the hell is he doing?'

As soon as he heard the news, he asked for more support from the public and neighboring door-to-door factions. But unless they have wings on their legs, it will take at least seven days and nights.

And in fact, seven nights is enough time for the Red Army to leave the West Bank frugally.

"There shouldn't be a big deal."

If I knew this would happen, I'd have at least a series of beggars.

He sighed deeply at the belated regret.

* * *

"…the words of the coffin are still the same. I don't want to get involved."

God d*mn it.

Nam Jamyong bit his lips.

"Seongju still doesn't meet us either."

"I've asked for help from the surrounding gatekeepers, but it's going to take less time to get here. And…… actually, there's a big gate around the West Bank……."

I don't think so.

The biggest gatekeepers on the island are Jongnam and Hwasan. In particular, Jongnam's power was so strong that most of the gatekeepers could not be established on the island.

"If we can communicate with the Isle's inner family, we will send our disciples away. But when will it arrive...…."

"Ugh."

Nam Jamyong scratched his head in frustration.

He had always been neat, but he had already scratched his hair in a short period of time. His eyes were red and bloodshot because he couldn't sleep.

I couldn't find the orphaned image of just one day ago.

Then Danbyong Nip said with a stiff face.

"Munju, I'd rather...…."

"Rather?"

"Why don't we look forward to a later date?"

"Later?"

"In fact, it's like a ditch to block enemy lines with our power alone. Now that this is the case, I'd rather stay out of the way today, and if they walk away...…."

"Nonsense!"

Nam Jamyong broke his tongue and screamed."You don't know what's going to happen to the West Bank as soon as we get up?" They say they don't touch the people now, but their purpose is clear. How long do you think they'll hold back?"

"Isn't it up to the Crown to take care of it?"

"You stupid fool! Why don't we know that we can't restore lost trust if we get to the point where the coffin comes out?"

"Trust is likely to be rebuilt, but lost lives will never be saved again."

"……."

Nam Jamyong became a honeyed mute and looked at Danbyong Nip.

"It's meaningful to have face alive. How long do you think they'll be patient as Master Moon said? They say they are refraining from killing to prevent intervention in the coffin because the work is not over yet, but they will always use the water if the number is wrong. How can I assure you that you're not falling down with that knife?…."

"Noisy!"

Nam Jamyong shouted out loud.

"And you're the gatekeeper of Jongnam's inner family? How is it so easy to say that a man in the name of his servant runs away from the enemy? I can never accept it!"

"Master Moon!"

"I'd rather die than do that! There's no need to say! As soon as the sun sets, bring your disciples to the West Gate. There is nothing they cannot defeat if they fight with the determination to die."

There was blood in Nam Jamyong's trembling eyes.

That tough attitude left other doorkeepers unable to speak.

"Do you understand?"

"……Yes."

"I will."

The lukewarm and lukewarm response returned, but Nam Jamyong did not push any further. Why would those who might have to risk their lives tonight be so motivated?

"The trick is the trick anyway.'

If they had truly intended to fight injustice by becoming unmanned, they would have remained in their home country. Of course, those who created their own clans came down the mountain on their own, and those who inherited the clans could have become disciples of their own if they had made up their minds.

In the end, however, they chose the shorthand because they were more interested in wealth than in ignorance.

Therefore, this reaction was also a natural result. Would you have expected to risk your life to fight someone while leading the family?

"If you are truly disciples of Jongnam, and you are a warrior, show your pride! I'll trust you!"

"Of course!"

"I'm also a proud servant's song! Would you be scared of those Sapa people?"

"Then I'll bring my disciples together!"

The doorkeepers rose from their seats. And he started going out with a determined face.

Watching the scene, Nam Jamyong clenched his teeth.

I will never give this West Bank to the Sapa.'

And he stood up with a firm face.

"Gather your disciples! Right now!"

What time is it?

Nam Jamyong looked around with a stunned look.

"……."

His eyes, left with distrust and despondency, seemed almost empty.

"Mu, Lord Moon."

"……."

"I think the problem is new and new. The disciples who just went to check on the other gatekeepers came back, and they were already empty.…."

"Empty?"

"……Yes."

Nam Jamyong muttered incredibly.

"You're saying that there's not a single feverish gatekeeper left and all of them ran away?"

"……That's right."

"Huh."

My mouth opened automatically. I couldn't stop laughing as if I was lost."Hu... ha ha ha."

Then suddenly he couldn't resist his anger and shouted.

"People who don't know this figure! You abandoned your home to save your own life? Come back and be humiliated!"

"Do, if you don't come back, that's all."

"…what?"

But one of the masters, who was staying in his seat, said with a red face.

"Ee, when you're here, all your wealth is taken away and beaten to death. But if you run away with your wealth, you can settle down somewhere else and live in abundance!"

Nam Jamyong's eyes shook greatly.

"Well, you don't have to keep the door open.…."

"Shut up, man! That's not what you're talking about as a servant's song!"

"……."

Now Nam Jamyong's face was contorted to the point of desperation.

I'm not angry at what the master said. While hearing that, he was angry because he was shaken and only knew himself.

"Moonjoo! We have to run away now. I'm not sure if we can stop all the other shippers, but isn't it suicide to deal with enemy forces only with our West Wolmun Gate?"

Nam Jamyong couldn't bear to reply and just chewed on his lips. His eyes kept shaking, not knowing what to do.

But then.

"Mu, Master Moon! Hey!"

Nam Jamyong turned his head to the sudden sound.

The enemy band was seen walking slowly along the pipeline.

"Yes, it's late!"

"Oh, no. I... I can't fight!"

The disciples of Seowolmun were frightened and began to run away.

"Hey, you guys! Can't you stop right now?"

"For Christ's sake, if you want to die, Lord Moon, die alone!"

I tried to control it, but Nam Jamyong's words didn't work at all. Stomping into the West Gate, they screamed at each other and used a crocodile.

"I can't let this go!"

"You son of a b*tc*!"

Since they couldn't run away naked, they seemed to be pitching to take over the valuable things within the gate.

Nam Jamyong couldn't hide his despondency.

Is this Seowolmun?'

I've been emphasizing the agreement so much, but is a little crisis enough to break it down?

So…… what was his whole life dedicated to Seowolmun?

Nam Jamyong stood there in silence, not even thinking of running away.

Shake shake. Shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake.

Not so fast, the heavy enemy stopped in front of Nam Jamyong.

Soon after, the Yuppyeong behind them walked forward.

"Is that it?"

"……."

"Ha ha. That's a bunch of politicians."

He smiled in vain as if he were dumbfounded.

"I thought there would be half left, but there's only one left, not one. Hey, Bangseung. What do you think?"

"Isn't that the way the factions are? It's all talk."

"Tsk tsk. I don't think the wallpads in the back alley will do this either."

"Hehe. What do you want from the shorthand? If Jong-nam hadn't visited, they wouldn't have experienced this. Even the Archbishop cannot enter the West Bank when Jong-nam is fully open...….Argh!"

Yeopyeong, who kicked the back of Bangseung's head, shook his eyes.

"Whose side are you on? You son of a b*tc*."

"…Yes, of course, I'm on your side. So what do I do? I don't think the plan to take the property of the deceitful men has gone awry."

"Spit!"

Yeopyeong spits on the floor."Anyway, how many songs do I have to sing to earn money? Let's get started."

Yuppyeong smiled and looked around.

"That's a very good thing. The government officials turn away because it's not their job, and the deceitfuls run away to save their lives."

"It's common."

"Yeah, it's common. It's funny because it's so common."

A couple of times of tongue-tied Yeopyeong shone in his eyes.

"It's faster than I expected, but it's not bad because it's fast. I'm going to rob the West Bank today. Shake off the high officials' houses at the end, and shake off the ones that look decent first. You can kill those who rebel."

"Hhh. It's been a while since you've had fun."

"First of all, set fire to the fore so that those who are clueless or something won't put their feet back in the West Bank!"

"Yes! I'll clean it up!"

The eyes of the Bangseung shone faintly. But there was a voice that interrupted the pleasant conversation.

"Well, why don't you quit? You wicked bastards!"

"Huh?"

As Yuppyeong turned his head, Nam Jamyong, who was shaking, caught my eyes.

"That's not gone yet."

"You must want to die."

"Then I'll do as I wish. What's the big deal?"

Growl.

Yuppyeong pulled out a daedo at his waist and approached Nam Jamyong. As he got closer, Nam Jamyong's complexion grew more and more pale.

Yeop-pyeong said with a smile.

"The first ones to die in the river are the ones who are powerless. If you go to King Yeom, tell him you've learned one thing!"

The map of Yeoppyeong swung horizontally toward Nam Jamyong's neck.

One. At that moment.

Whoops!

Along with a loud metallic sound, the flying map of Yeoppyeong was bent sideways.

"What, what!"

Yuppyeong opened his eyes and turned his head.

"I agree with that."

A group of fighters were seen walking in, filling one side of the coffin.

And a young man with a very grumpy look in their lead was bending his finger.

"The first one to die is the one who has no power. I mean……."

Chung-Myung, a young man, rolled up the corners of his mouth wickedly.

"People like you."

Yeopyeong's face was horribly distorted.