Chapter 170

I just learned about the hidden feature of the carriage today, but it’s been quite a while since I saw this carriage. The Hwabu must have prepared such a monstrous carriage in case of emergencies.

“How did they create such a monstrous carriage? If I have ambitions like Lord Eosa, I could even rule the country!” Eulji alternated between looking at the carriage and the Hwabu, observing the cavalrymen who were being decimated as they turned their heads.

It hadn’t been even half a breath since the arrows started raining down, but more than half of the two hundred cavalrymen were either dead or fallen. Although the arrow rain had ceased, there were only about twenty remaining cavalrymen. Even those twenty couldn’t be called cavalrymen as their horses were already down.

At that moment, a figure who seemed to be the enemy leader took something out of his bosom and immediately began feeding it to his subordinates. “What are they feeding them? Rather than that, if we attack now, we can kill them all... But I can’t issue an attack order because I don’t know when the arrows will rain down from the carriage.”

Eulji approached the carriage and asked the Hwabu, “Lord Eosa, there are some who survived the arrow rain. What should we do? Should we let them escape?”

The expression on Hwabu’s face was quite complex upon hearing the question. “If they try to escape, don’t pursue them. Instead, kill them if they attack.”

“Yes! So, if they run away, we should spare their lives?” Eulji asked, his expression showing confusion.

Hwabu sighed briefly and nodded. “Yes, don’t chase them if they run away.”

“I understand,” Eulji immediately composed himself and accepted it.

While Eulji conveyed the Hwabu’s intentions to his subordinates, the enemy leader and his subordinates started charging with weapons in hand.

“They choose to die on their own. Shoot them with arrows,” Eulji ordered. However, none of the remaining individuals seemed to be hit by the arrows, as they were quite skilled.

“Enemy soldiers.”

“Yes, Lord Eulji.”

“Kill them all.”

“Yes.”

The executioners led by Eulji rushed out to confront the enemy, and he followed them.

Swoosh!

Jangyang, while sharpening his blade, distributed healing medicine to the surviving subordinates. The healing medicine was a secret technique that Jangyang learned from Sinseon, and it saved lives at least once.

“It’s hard to survive if they run away... They must be killed.”

The fortunate thing was that there were no insanely strong warriors like the ones they encountered in Hwangdo last time. The only danger was the carriage that unleashed arrows. As long as they stayed within its range, they didn’t need to worry about the arrows.

As the effects of the healing medicine circulated, their minds became slightly foggy, but their strength surged. “Hehehe, this power is bursting out like crazy.”

When Jangyang personally experienced the effects of the healing medicine, the group with Hwabu suddenly seemed pitifully weak. They were exhibiting what people commonly referred to as madness.

“Kill them all and leave only Hwabu. I will personally kill that man.”

Thud.

As Jangyang finished speaking, several subordinates armed themselves and rushed forward.

Phew!

A long sigh escaped from Hwabu’s mouth. Over 150 people died in an instant. The number of deaths on the battlefield was incomparable, but this time it was all due to their own decisions. His heart felt heavy.

Thud.

Jangyang’s body fell backward, and Hwabu staggered and sank to the ground.

“Ugh... It feels like my liver has been pierced... Luckily, the sword only went halfway through due to piercing my heart.”

If his liver had been completely pierced, even with his disciples performing surgery, it would be difficult for him to survive.

“Me... Medical officer.”

At that moment, Eulji arrived and swiftly beheaded the already dead Jangyang before rushing to support Hwabu. Almost simultaneously, three disciples emerged from the carriage and examined Hwabu’s condition.

“Master!”

“B-Boyah, where do you think I’ve been injured?”

“What?”

Obo examined the part where the sword was lodged, then opened his mouth.

“I... I think the liver has been pierced.”

“Good observation. So, how should we treat the liver pierced by the sword?”

“Well! We... We need to make an incision.”

“Why should we make an incision? Can’t we just connect and suture the severed blood vessels caused by the sword?”

Upon Hwabu’s question, Obo couldn’t respond immediately and thought for a while, alternating his gaze between the priests, disciples, and Hwabu’s face.

“Is Master testing me even in such a desperate situation? How should I answer? Clearly, making an incision is the best option... But can I do as Master suggests?”

The priests and disciples were also perplexed, hesitating and shaking their heads. Hwabu, despite the pain, wore various expressions and waited without urging for an answer.

After much internal struggle, Obo decided that speaking according to his own conviction would be better.

“Considering that Jangyang’s sword is unlikely to be sterilized, making an incision in the liver is the best option. Moreover, the liver has better regenerative abilities compared to other organs.”

“Ugh, fine. Perform the surgery according to your conviction. You perform my liver incision surgery.”

“Understood.”

Obo nodded immediately, realizing that he would be the one chosen since Hwabu started asking the confusing question.

While the three disciples prepared for the surgery, Hwabu clenched his teeth and opened his eyes to stay conscious despite the pain.

After a while, when Obo offered him anesthesia, Hwabu chuckled.

“I never thought I would be the one to drink this!”

In that brief moment, various thoughts crossed his mind.

Would the mind of a patient receiving treatment for injuries be as desperate as his own?

Can Obo perform the liver incision surgery successfully?