Episode 873 How do you want to die? (2)
‘That’s fascinating.’
Galcheonrip narrowed his eyes and thought.
Normal people think that a battle means fighting until one side dies, but in reality, that is not the case. Even if one side dies, the camp collapses, and what follows is a one-sided massacre and chase.
Therefore, in the art of war, a major defeat is when one side loses more than 30% of its troops. This is because the side that lost 30% of its troops can no longer maintain morale.
But…
“Don’t be funny. “You Sapa bastards!”
“I’m still alive!”
What on earth are these guys?
Even though these people have already become miserable corpses and are lying around, the fighting spirit does not disappear from their eyes. They are determined to fight to the death until the last person dies.
A person with a cut leg and a knife stuck in his stomach swings his sword even as he falls to the ground, and a person with his neck half-cut desperately grabs the enemy with both arms, struggling even as blood spurts out.
‘Are all political factions like this?’
Could that be possible?
If all the political factions fought like this, the name Safa would not even exist in the world. No, there is no need to go that deep. Perhaps there would not have been a situation in which the Sapaeryun was launched on the Yangtze River.
Even the famous big factions feared for their lives and negotiated with the Sa faction. Why on earth would they risk their lives to fight here?
“It’s strange.”
But that doesn’t change anything. Because they are not causing any damage here. At best, it will just take a little more time.
“If they had run away while wasting time in front of them, there would have been quite a few people who would have survived. “You’re so stupid.”
Galcheonrip looked at the battlefield becoming increasingly worse with a blatant sneer.
Kagak!
Cheolgwi’s face distorted.
The moment he was about to crush the head of the guy standing in front of him, five swords flew towards him at the same time.
“Tsk!”
Cheolgwi took a step back and struck down all the flying swords. Since I have learned external skills, I can use most swords without being fatally injured, but there is no need to get hurt.
‘You’re persistent.’
The reason the momentum changed was when that beggar jumped in a little while ago.
No, to be precise, it was after the name ‘volcano’ came out of that beggar’s mouth.
From then on, these guys have been relentlessly biting and running at you without even blinking an eye, even when someone is screaming and dying right next to you.
The battle is truly strange. If one side ignores life and rushes in, it may seem like a resolution will come quickly, but it doesn’t actually happen that way. Because no one would want to give up one of their arms in exchange for blowing off the head of a guy who is less skilled than me.
“I’m dying!”
At that moment, a sword strike from a sect called the damn Hwayoungmun or something flew towards his face. Among these crazy people, the ones wearing military uniforms are especially going crazy.
“Crazy…”
Muttering between his teeth, Cheolgwi swatted away the sword flying at him with the back of his hand and stabbed a hawk’s claw-like finger into Hwayeongmundo’s now empty chest.
Quack!
“Ugh…”
The moment he grabbed his hand and tried to tear off the flesh, something sharp flew towards his neck.
Cheolgwi pulled out his hand like a flash and struck the flying sword.
Quang!
Red blood spurted out like a fountain. However, even though it was clear that the inside was shaken, he did not back down and swung his sword again.
Kagak!
Cheolgwi’s shoulders were slightly cracked, revealing his red flesh.
“….”
Cheolgwi took a step back and looked down at his shoulder, his eyes slightly distorted.
Hwayeongmunju Wiripsan, who was staggering, was aiming his sword while forcibly calming his trembling legs.
A laugh escaped from Cheolgwi’s mouth. When I saw Wiripsan’s face with cuts all over his body and bleeding, I wasn’t even angry.
“…everyone is dying.”
“But he’s still alive.”
“Lord Moon!”
“Lord Moon! Step back! “We will take care of that evil enemy!”
The Hwayeong disciples screamed, but Wiripsan did not move, as if he could not hear.
“…If you want to kill my disciples, you must kill me first. “That’s the law of volcanoes.”
“You are very handsome. “It would be better if the sword had as much power as the snout.”
“You have the strength to bite just one person.”
“…It seems like the volcano teaches you how to play with your snout first.”
Wiripsan smiled strangely at those sarcastic words.
“Well, it’s not that wrong.”
“what?”
“Come, you evil enemy. “If you are caught by my sword, you will not be able to handle even one of Hwasan’s three great disciples.”
“Oh really?”
Cheolgwi rushes in at once and hits Wirip Mountain. At that moment, Wei Lipsan sharply swung his sword and struck him on the shoulder, but the sword could not penetrate even half an inch.
instead.
Couuuuuuuuck!
The moment the iron ghost’s shoulder, like an angry bull, hit Wiripsan’s chest, his heart sank. Wiripsan fell, spewing blood.
thud!
“Munjuniyim!”
“This bastard is Lord Moon!”
“Stay back!”
Harsh words poured out towards the Hwayoung students who could not hold back their anger and tried to rush in. The Hwayeong disciples looked at the fallen Wiripsan with trembling eyes.
Wiripsan somehow pushed off the ground with his trembling arms and struggled to get up. Black blood flowed from his mouth.
“…I’m still alive…”
He raised his sword and aimed the iron fist again.
“I’ll have to get over it first… “You evil bastard.”
“Hahaha! Good! very good!”
Cheolgwi burst into laughter and rushed towards Wirip Mountain.
Hehehe!
The sound of a spear tip cutting through the air is like a ghostly sound.
With the chilling sound of the wind, the sharp tip of the spear strikes the end of the batting stick and digs into Hong Dae-gwang’s chest.
Phew!
The blade of the spear penetrated more than halfway through my chest. And the quickly recovered spear this time dug into Hong Dae-gwang’s side.
Suddenly!
The side was cracked deep enough to expose the bone.
“Khaat!”
However, despite being so deeply hurt, Hong Dae-gwang showed no signs of backing down.
He cut his side, grabbed the retrieved spear pole with one hand, and swung the baton towards Hoeseon Changgui’s chin.
“her?”
Hoeseon Changgui pulled the spear hard with a surprised look on his face. The blade of the spear cut through Hong Dae-gwang’s hand and was recovered, causing the batting baton to bounce off.
Ta-tat.
Although he inflicted injuries unilaterally, it was actually a hoesunchang-gwi that retreated. Hoeseon Changgui glared at Hong Dae-gwang with a very disapproving expression.
‘Did you say let’s see if I can talk like that even though I have holes all over my body?’
The results are out. Because Hong Dae-kwang is now proving that he can say the same thing no matter how many holes are in his body.
Shoulders, chest, stomach and legs.
Despite having nearly ten holes the size of a child’s fist in his body, Hong Dae-gwang instead of falling down continued to laugh at him.
Even though the rags he was wearing were stained from red to black.
“Running away… were you at all scared?”
“…Crazy guy.”
“Huh… It looks like you don’t know much about beggars. “A person who has nothing has nothing to fear from dying.”
Hong Dae-gwang’s eyes glowed bright blue.
Looking at that scene, Hoeseon Changgui briefly clicked his tongue.
It’s hard to finish it off properly when a weak guy rushes at you and asks you to die together. And as the guy in the lead grabbed his ankle and stretched out, the other guys started to get motivated too.
Of course, that motivation could not turn the situation around. But compared to before, something was definitely more awkward.
“In other words…”
Hoeseon Changgui had a bizarre smile on his lips.
“If they kill you horribly, their morale will drop. Okay, just hold on for a while. It will hold ten holes. But what about twenty? “What about thirty?”
“….”
“Let’s see if their expressions will be the same when you die horribly without even a drop of blood left on your body.”
His spear flew towards Hong Dae-gwang with a bright blue glow.
Kaang!
The swinging sword bounces off the heavy sword. The sword that bounced off his sword flew back and scratched his neck without losing any of its momentum.
I felt an excruciating pain in my neck, but I didn’t have time to check how far I had been cut. It’s clear that the moment you lose your mind even a little, there will be no need to check how much your throat has been cut.
‘I’m helpless.’
A trickle of blood flowed from his tightly bitten lip.
‘If only I had been stronger…’
Even as he is being pushed back by the sword of an unknown Sapa bastard, another life is lost.
If he had been stronger, wouldn’t he have been able to stop it? Couldn’t they have been saved? Why couldn’t I focus more on training? Why isn’t he strong like them?
Even if it meant joining the volcano, I had to become strong like them. Wei Xiaoheng understood at this moment. A person without power cannot protect anything.
“Aaaahhh!”
‘I’m helpless….’
Another life as if it were fresh is lost. The ground they stepped on is already stained dark red with someone’s spilled blood.
Who is the owner of that blood?
It belongs to those who risked their lives to protect this place. Even his dazzling courage and bravery are completely helpless in front of the swords of those evil enemies.
Would it have been different if he had officially entered the volcano and learned the sword?
visor!
His sword, which blocked the flying sword, bounced upward. Then, he was kicked squarely in the chest by a flying foot.
Coo!
With a shock that felt as if the world was turning upside down, Wei Shaoheng was thrown out, spraying blood.
“Somunju!”
“Damn it! Lord Somun!”
He fell headfirst into the ground and grabbed the dirt. The smell of blood-soaked dirt entering my nose was more painful than the terrible pain I felt in my chest and head.
Wi Shaoheng, who had been squirming, turned over again and raised his upper body with difficulty.
“Aaaahhh!”
Die.
“Axo! Akso! Argh! “You fucking bastards!”
Those who struggled to survive are bleeding to death. The sorrow that remained in the wide open eyes of the fallen person, which he could not close even after death, seemed to pierce Wei Shao-haeng’s heart.
“Ah…”
Hot tears began to flow from Wei Shaoheng’s eyes.
“Somunju.”
Before he knew it, Hwang Jong-ui ran up to him, grabbed Wei Shao-haeng’s shoulder and supported him.
“Are you okay Somoonju?”
However, nothing of Hwang Jong-ui’s words reached Wei Shao-haeng’s ears.
“Ah….”
Everyone will die. every.
Those who laughed together, those who fought and got angry. And even those who competed with each other. People who were like family and sometimes enemies will all die here today.
Suppressing the anger and sadness welling up in his heart, Wei Xiaoheng gritted his teeth and stood up.
know.
He dies anyway.
But…
‘If it were Cheongmyeong Dojang, he wouldn’t have cried until the moment he died.’
Wi Shaoheng, covered in tears, grabbed his sword. I think I understand now. How much he carried. How much fear I fought.
Wi Shao-haeng, who was holding the sword, saw someone’s blood splattering into the sky. The red blood seen through blurred vision was like a blooming red plum blossom.
He stumbled as if he was about to collapse at any moment, but then struggled to get up again. I grabbed the sword with trembling hands and bit my lip until it bled.
‘I…’
Wiripsan was seen being stabbed by an enemy. Wiripsan’s distorted face and blood gushing from his chest.
Crack.
With an eerie sound, the blade of a spear stuck out of Hong Dae-gwang’s shoulder. The sight of Hong Dae-gwang holding the spear and staggering around caught Wei Shao-haeng’s blurry eyes.
‘I ….
‘
Someone screams again.
Even if you can’t stop it, at least you shouldn’t watch it from behind.
“I am the head of Hwayeongmun! “You bastards!”
Wei Xiaoheng once again raised his sword and rushed forward.
“So Somoonju!”
“Lord Somun!”
He heard someone spotting him and trying to dissuade him, but Wei Shao-haeng’s eyes were only focused on the evil enemy who was sinking a knife into Hwayoungmundo’s stomach right in front of him.
“Aaaah!”
He rushed forward with anger that seemed to set his heart on fire and deployed his sword with all his might.
A quick and colorful swordfish.
The sword that had been deployed most powerfully in Wei Shao-haeng’s entire life… collided with the opponent’s indifferent sword swing and was instantly deformed.
visor!
The sword that tore through my grasp spun and soared into the sky.
‘Ah…’
The world suddenly slowed down.
The sword, which must have been spinning quickly, seemed very slow to Wei Shaoheng’s eyes.
and.
Thanks to the extended arm, it was clearly visible that the rough ceramic knife was flying towards the completely open chest.
The sound of someone yelling.
Thick sweat running down your face.
A tremor felt in the torn grip.
And even more evident was the smell of death.
‘I… wasn’t a coward.’
Wi Sohaeng slowly closed his eyes, accepting the pain in his chest and the death that would follow.
‘Dojo…’
Is it because his grinning face comes to mind at the last moment because he wants revenge? Or is it just because I miss him?
When I meet him in the afterlife later, will I be able to say that I was not a coward until the end?
The road to death is long.
I couldn’t tell if the evil enemy’s sword had not yet cut through my heart or if his thoughts were continuing as he was already dead.
It was then.
chin.
The feeling of something lightly touching my head instantly brought me back to reality.
Slightly large and warm hands.
“Good job, kid.”
Wei Xiaoheng opened his eyes.
What was in front of him was neither the sword that pierced his chest nor the person holding the sword.
It was the large back of someone wearing a black military uniform.
“Uh…”
Wi Shao-haeng’s eyes grew bigger and his mouth widened.
“Che… Cheong….”
How can you not know?
That back. That person.
Wei Xiaoheng bit his lip tightly because he felt like he would burst into tears if he said one more word.
Nevertheless, one word that he could not hold back finally escaped his lips.
“…stamp.”
The back of the person I wanted to see so much was there.
