"Put your head down!"
"I'll cut the man who's doing nonsense!"
Enemies tied to a strong iron rope bowed their heads on their knees. And shaman inspectors surrounded the area and watched with cold eyes.
Heo Do-jin groaned low looking around.
My nose almost ached with blood.
Of course, he also lived as a shaman's disciple, went on several collaborative acts, and fought several battles. But the experience of fighting so many people and taking their lives was unusual for him, too.
'The disciples are not doing as well as I expected.’
Such a small water debt should have been sorted out because it didn't take any time. It is not because of overconfidence in the power of the shaman. The difference between the power of the swirl and the shaman is so obvious when viewed objectively.
However, in reality, it took more than half a hour, not just a few.
I haven't had a real fight for too long.’
I don't think the shaman is weaker than in the past. However, it is another matter to fully demonstrate my skills in real life.
"It's a good thing I hit the little watercolour first.”
Without knowing these problems, there would have been casualties if they had fought with large watercolors.
It is natural that it is inevitable to be sacrificed as long as one chooses to see blood, but it was Jang's natural intention to reduce the number to a minimum.
"You've completed control, Jang Moon-in."
Ho Do-jin nods at Ho Sanja's words.
"Hand over all prisoners to the government offices and distribute the wealth accumulated in the warehouse to the people of both nations. If you can find the owner of the item, give it back to the owner."
While speaking, Heo Do-jin had no choice but to laugh in vain.
It's like we're copying Hwasan.’
Even if it wasn't, the public's thinking would be quite the same as what he just did.
But I can't help it.
It's better to hear that you're copying me than not doing anything.
"Long story……. Well, there's a little problem."
Ho Do-jin frowns at Ho Sanja's words.
"What's the problem?"
"I checked the warehouse of the watercolors……we don't have as much wealth as we thought."
"…Not a lot?”
Ho Sanja swallowed dry saliva and continued.
"According to the infinite people, recently, the men who went on a boat to the Janggang River were looted of large quantities of goods and money."…but they don't have that much wealth in their barns."
"So I've interrogated the men in numbers, but they've never done that."
"I guess so. And they don't know who the latest attackers are."
Heo Do-jin quietly shut up. After so much thought, I said.
"If you think about it simply, it's just another watercollection."
"If that's not the case...….”
Heo Do-jin didn't say the following.
Someone induced this situation.’
It's not an easy idea to put out. It could mean that the world's sham was playing with someone's tricks.
"What do you say, Jang Moon-in?”
"It doesn't matter."
Ho Do-jin shook his head briefly when Ho Sanja asked back.
"It has nothing to do with misunderstanding, finding the wrong enemy, or plotting someone else. What is important is that we did not ignore the suffering of both people and came to the Janggang River to beat up the numbers."“…….”
"Take all your wealth and distribute it to the people of the country."
"I have a lot of stolen wealth, but I'm worried that if there's less to hand out, there will be unnecessary misunderstandings."
"You can say that you will soon beat up other watercolors."
Ho Sanja stepped down with a deep eulogy. Heo Do-jin's mind, who was left alone, subsided.
You conspire against Jang Kang-soo-chae?’
No matter how wide the Janggang River is, how many places in the world are capable of pretending to be in the water and doing things to avoid the eyes of those watercolors?
Heo Do-jin, who had a few names in his head, soon erased the thoughts.
'It doesn't matter.’
Whatever they are after, they only have to get what they want. Now they have to walk in even if the place in front of them is a fireball.
"Anyone who makes fun of us will pay for it."
He turned his body to the cold wind and moved nervously.
* * *
A loud disapproval rang out.
The wager sounded like thousands of bees buzzing around.
The enemy's eyes were filled with fear.
The yellow monk symbolizes absolute power in the river. He is a reliable figure for those on the same side, but he could not have been more afraid from the perspective of those who had to deal with him.
It's a matter of course. It is because Shaolin is the only one who wears yellow seungbok in Gangho.
The sound of a millennium.
Who can ignore that name?
Even if all 18 units of Janggangsu, called Sinjuopae, are gathered, there is no guarantee that they can handle that Shaolin. However, it was literally absurd that a waterchae belonging to him fought with Shaolin.
The numbers were also too well aware of it to even bother to fight back in the first place.
As soon as he saw the middlemen in the yellow robe, he completely lost his war spirit and began to scream and run away.
Some people turned their bodies without looking back and sprinted to power, and those who used their brains threw themselves into the blue long river without hesitation.
Bop Kye's eyes became thin as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.
I understand your intentions, but...….’
In fact, it is a waste for Shaolin to take part in punishing one of these watercolors. Of course, it is very good to keep the agreement. But it must be paid in exchange for time.
Considering that he cannot train during his time to and from the Janggang River, he has suffered quite a lot of damage. There's no way to improve your skills by dealing with some of those little pigs.
"The head of the enemy must have a headache, too.”
Shaolin, shaman, even Cheongseong. Among the old file rooms, three clans are crashing into the Janggang River. And since Anhui's Namgoongse even heard the sword, no matter how Janggangsuchae is called Shinjuopae, there is no way to stop this attack.
"Maybe this will make 18 Janggangsu-ro disappear from history."’
If only one of the clique had come, they might have returned after the punishment at an appropriate level. But now there are four clans here who mislead the world.
If it's Gufaman, he may be able to save face in moderation, but even Namgoongse, one of the five generations, participated in the war. Even because of his face, he cannot return with fewer criminal records than other civil servants.
And most of all...….’The fact that the HWASAN faction was the first to start the earth's water-coloured land-farming is spreading rapidly. It is natural that the name of the first person to start resonates louder than that of the following.
If you don't want to hear that Shaolin, Shudang, and Namgoong Sega chased Hawasan's tail, you must post more than them.
The heart was filled with Do-ho, which came out of Bop Kye's mouth.
If this incident causes the extinction of 18 Janggangsu houses or devastating damage, the balance of power must be broken.
The balance is broken from the intestinal cavity, which is the center of the middle field. That means that in the end, you don't know how far this will goin'.
Head of the room.
There's no way Bop Jeong didn't know about this…Why did you order the beating so quickly?
It is unfair to turn a blind eye to those who suffer in front of their eyes. But isn't it also an injustice to push more people into pain to save some right in front of you?
I don't know.
Bop Kye knows.
Not all of them can affect the situation in the world, though it may be the case. There are only a few people who move the world and lead the way.
Bop Kye, who is not in the list, has no choice but to do his best in his duties.
"Don't miss a thing and subdue it so that the escaped enemies won't harm the people!"
The Shaolin monks, who poured out loud answers, rushed in with an unbecoming spirit.
"…Amyta Buddha. It shouldn't be a big deal."
A small snowball rolled by HWASAN is increasing along a slope called the Janggang River.
Now neither Shaolin nor Shudang has a way to stop this snowball. I just pray and pray that this snowball does not hit the private house below the mountain.
* * *
The fact that Shaolin and Shudang beat up watercolors quickly spread throughout the Janggang River.
Those who lived with the Janggang River as their home were more pleased and cheered than anyone else.
Until now, I've endured it because I thought it was inevitable, but who would like the money taken away by the numbers? Moreover, the viciousness of the numbers has become so severe that everyone was suffering from it.
In the meantime, how can we not be happy that Shaolin, Shudang, and Namgung Sega are giving it to us?
One of those old file rooms, the Blue Demon, is so great that it looks shabby. Of course, residents of Janggang had no choice but to expect things to get better.
"As expected, it's the old file room. As expected, it's the 5th generation. It's getting worse, and this is how it's done!"
"So, you know what? I'll give it to you right away."
"You've been watching to see if things get serious. Aren't these consultation texts?"
The people spoke in a friendly tone. If it were in the past, it would have been just such a compliment for a while.
But now things have changed a little, and there are people who say other things.
"Don't be ridiculous. Do you think those high-profile people really want to help us?”
"Well, of course he's here to help us fight the numbers."
"And so far? So far, you've been outnumbered? Were there any men who lost their lives to their enemies and were sold into slavery?"
A man who spits out nervously kicks his tongue.
"You have to know where to thank. Thanks to Hwasan, this is all thanks to him."
"What does that mean? What do you mean this is all thanks to Hwasan? Of course, Hwasan has started the war, but isn't it all thanks to that?""What nonsense is that? Had it not been for Hwasan, he would not have gone anywhere near the Old File Room or the Great War or the Great Wall. Wasan, the head of Chun Woo-men, wanted to beat up the numbers and win the hearts of the people in the Janggang River, so his stomach was twisted and he rushed to the Janggang River."
"……I think that's too twisted."
"So they didn't know they had numbers in the Janggang River for decades, so they left it alone?"
"I'm telling you not to clap innocent! That's what they're after. Thank you to Hwasan! Hasn't Hwasan come to the Jang River without any strings attached to punish the enemy?"
"That's true. I'm very grateful to Hwasan.”
"You'll see, I think there's not much time left to press the file room where Hwasan belongs.”
"Well, that's another delusional attack.
"It's true, isn't it?"
Someone was in favor of Hwasan, and someone still defended the old file room with deep-rooted history on its back.
What was certain was that, no matter which side they were favoring, the scale of the fighting in the Zhang River was getting bigger.
The consequences of this sporadic battle began to take on a flow that no one in the world expected.
A violent torrent that would completely change the flow and game of the river was spreading down the Janggang River to the world.