Chapter 146

Episode 146. Craniotomy (1)

Janggoe’s long knife jumped up into the air and caught Cheol-woong’s knife, then cut him five more times while falling to the floor.

Cheol-woong received Janggoe’s knife with disbelief.

‘I’m as good as I am!’

While Cheol-woong received Janggoe’s attack, the daggers that had left Ok-ju’s arms got stuck in the words of Cheol-woong’s men.

The horses hit by the dagger ran amok, and the men fell or jumped off their horses.

They were attacked by Ok-ju and several warriors and died without being able to withstand the half-cut, and only one survived with an arm cut off thanks to Ok-ju’s consideration.

Cheolwoong endured Janggoe’s attack for quite some time, but when another warrior joined in, his limbs became dizzy and his heart was pierced by Janggoe’s sword, and he died.

After a while, Ok-joo brought the man he saved to the painter.

The painter took out the sword, but put it back into the scabbard without swinging it once. Then he asked the man Ok-ju had brought with him.

“Who came to pick me up because he was injured?”

“The Cheo Cheung factory suddenly collapsed. That’s why I came to see Hwata.”

“A drilling factory? Are you talking about Janggak?”

“yes yes. Please save me.”

“He tried to trick me into killing me a little while ago, but he’s so shameless.”

When the fireman nodded, Zhang Goe cut the lifeline of the last Janghan.

The painter pondered over the words that the chief of the Yellow Turbans had fallen while the warriors who had followed him from the medical room were disposing of the corpses.

‘I thought he would die within this year... Did Zhang Jia die of an illness? Well, I guess I don’t have to worry about it anyway.’

The painter raised his head and looked at the western sky, which was already dyed red. Under that red sky, countless people are still dying.

‘My job is to save the people who are dying over there, right?’

The fireman secretly sighed.

There was still a thought in the back of my mind that I didn’t want to go anywhere near the battlefield. However, when I think of the countless people who will die there, a corner of my heart hurts terribly.

The fireman lowered his head and looked at the executioners who had followed him.

Each and every one of them is a great master.

Although they are a little less than Janggoe or Okju, they are people who can lead a thousand men if they join the army.

All of them were attached by Eulji for the safety of the fireman.

‘If they protect me... the risk won’t be too great.’

mentally strong enough. Even so, the fireman somehow felt an emptiness.

I feel like I’m missing something by 2%.

What is it?

Suddenly.

In an instant, the painter remembered that Eulji was not here. If he were there, it would make security more secure than it is now.

“Do lion.”

When the fireman called, one of the executioners bowed his head.

“Yes, Mr. Hwa.”

“Please go and tell Bishop Eul that I will come.”

“All right.”

It was only after the messenger Do left to pick up Eulji that I felt that the 2 percent lacking had been filled.

* * *

“Brother! Tongue ah ah ah ah.”

A chorus full of sorrow rang out from Zhang Liang’s mouth.

Cheol-woong, who went to pick up Hwa-ta, did not come back for 15 days, and Jang-gak, who was suffering from anxiety, eventually died.

Of course, each history book is slightly different, and there are records of 60% and 50%, but at least half of the former population will die.

* * *

Fortnight has passed.

Hwabu heard the news that Liu Bi, who had joined the righteous army again through Eulji, made a trick to kill Jangbo and captured the capital city of Yangseong.

“I heard that heroes come out in troubled times, but it seems that another outstanding hero named Liu Bei has emerged.”

Eulji greatly praised Liu Bei’s excellence for having Jang Bo assassinated by his subordinates only through a ruse without fighting.

“Iknow, right. Liu Bei is also a great hero.”

The fireman nodded, but smiled a little bitterly inside.

Liu Bei has made a great contribution, but his credit is not recognized due to the tricks of the eunuchs, and he is only able to get a position on the throne of Anhui County, Zhongshan District, Jizhou.

Even so, it was only possible because Judo, the godfather of liver, personally went to the emperor and told him about Liu Bei’s achievements.

‘Liu Bei started to make a name for himself after he got Zhuge Liang... It’s still a long way off.’

The painter thought of Zhuge Liang, who was still studying for a long time at the mouth of the Waryong River.

‘Come to think of it, that guy must’ve grown considerably too?’

* * *

“What, there is someone who heals the remnants of the Yellow Turbans?”

Upon receiving the report from his subordinate, Cao Cao’s face was furious.

After Cao Cao cut off Zhang Liang’s head, even Dong Zhuo became the real power that was difficult to ignore.

Dong Zhuo, following Hwang Bo Song, lost face in front of Cao Cao, so he hardly came out of his tent and was only waiting for the day to return to the imperial palace.

“They are in the slash-and-burn village at the mouth of Mt. Odeok to your rear, and dozens of injured people are taken there every day for treatment.”

“If there is such a person, we will arrest them, so why did you just come?”

“It was judged that it would be difficult with only the troops of the search party as there are unusual people camped in that village. That’s why I’m hurrying back and reporting.”

“Unusual ones? The remnants of the Yellow Turbans seem to be protecting them.”

“It didn’t seem like it. In fact, since they saw us too, if it were the remnants of the Yellow Turbans, they wouldn’t have stood still.”

“Hmm~. To say that I connived at seeing you is not an enemy... Why are you treating the remnants of the Yellow Turbans? I don’t understand at all.”

Jojo was suddenly curious.

Normally, upon receiving such a report, he would have ordered another subordinate or sent troops to arrest the congressman and his party. But not this time.

‘Speaking of a member of the council, it somehow reminds me of the fireman.’

Since Jojo made a brother-in-law with the painter, he had a good feeling when it came to a doctor. Because of this, he moved himself.

After a while, Jojo led a few generals and 100 cavalrymen and headed for the slash-and-burn village of Mount Odeok.

* * *

“Boo bu ya!”

“Brother Joe. Long time no see.”

Jojo nodded with a bewildered expression when the painter greeted him.

“Why are you, who should be in Chohyeon, here treating the Yellow Turban... kuhum wounded?”

Cao Cao was about to say that they were the remnants of the Yellow Turban Red Army, but after a brief pause, he refined his expression.

“Didn’t Cho go to the positive side?”

“Since Zhujun Zhonglang’s soldiers had already captured Yangseong and beheaded Zhang Bo, I was in the process of subduing the remnants of the Yellow Turbans by unleashing my soldiers.”

“Oh, I see.”

“But how are you really not in Chohyeon and are in this rugged battlefield?”

When Cao Cao glanced over at the janitors near the medical room, the janghans shrank their necks like a turtle and looked at them.

The spirit of not only Jojo but also the generals and cavalrymen he brought was enough to make even the executioners daunted.

“The war broke out and many people were dying, so I couldn’t sleep with my legs stretched out. So I came here with a few warriors who were close to my disciples.”

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