Chung-Myung slowly opened his eyes.
What was seen was a strange ceiling with a light lantern.
Lying blankly, I looked at the ceiling and frowned.
"I'm dreaming of the past again."
Smirking, he pulled himself up with a groan.
Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot.
At that moment, a familiar but unfamiliar pain swept through the body. The upper body, as well as the whole body, was wrapped in bandages.
"No. What do you mean……..”
I felt my face and found a bandage wrapped around my face. If he didn't intend to make a man into a Chinese ghost, it would mean that his wounds were so serious.
It was time for Chung-Myung, who laughed in vain, to remove the bandage.
Chung-Myung turned his head to sleep talking from somewhere.
Several men curled up and fell in the room identified as small lanterns.
Jo-Gol lying on the floor, Baek Cheon, Yoon-Jong leaning against the wall in the corner, and Dang-Soso and Yoo-Esul lying side by side in front of his bed.
'I think I've seen it before.….’
Chung-Myung scratched the back of his head.
He was stuck to take care of him, but he couldn't overcome his fatigue and fell asleep.
It would be natural. Dang-Soso must have been tired of treating Chung-Myung and the wounded, and others fought against Jang Nilso with Chung-Myung. Oh's body was also bandaged here and there.
What a fool.
With the energy of Jang Nilso in front of you, there probably isn't a sacred place in the whole body. That's what it's like to face a master.
But you're still sleeping on that cold floor.
Chung-Myung woke up staring at those who fell asleep in a refreshing manner. In case they wake up, be as careful as you can.
When Baek-ah, who raised her head at the sign of Chung-Myung, opened her mouth, Chung-Myung quickly put her index finger in front of her mouth. Baek-ah, who understood and nodded a couple of times, ran and jumped over his head.
Chung-Myung, who came out screaming with Baek-ah on his head, quietly closed the door and looked around.
"I don't think it's a mouthpiece, and I think he's got a place nearby."
Looking around the pavilion, he headed toward the bushes in front of him. After a long walk into the forest, there was a suitable place. Chung-Myung sat down and looked up at the night sky.
The moon was unusually bright.
As I breathed out long and blankly, I remembered the face of Cheon Mun I saw in my dream. Overlapping the moon, Cheon Mun was grinning as he looked down at Chung-Myung.
Chung-Myung pouted out his mouth for no reason.
"Oh, don't look."
But still smiling Cheon Mun's face, Chung-Myung lay back.
"Ouch! Ouch...….It hurts like hell."
Chung-Myung, who distorted his face, grabbed the bandage on his face and ripped it off.
"I'm so embarrassed that...….”
Almost unilaterally beaten.
There are, of course, many factors to excuse. But Chung-Myung knows. That nothing can be a proper excuse.
There is only one cause for all this to happen.
That he was weak.
Do the best you can in this situation?
It's just a terrible idea. The important thing in a strong team is not to do your best according to the situation, but to create a winning situation from the beginning.'Jang Nilso.'
Chung-Myung gritted his teeth.
I gave you a punch at the end, but that can't relieve your anger. All that happened in the canyon eventually flowed under Jang Nilso's calculations.
"Chong Jin would have laughed endlessly if he had seen it."
I can hear what he has to say.
I've told you all this time that war isn't just about swords. What?
Chung-Myung wrapped his face in one hand.
Everything is lacking.
Had it been HWASAN in the past, all the people could have been swept away in a heartbeat.
But there is a shortage of everything in Hwasan now. No, there is a shortage of Chung-Myung, not Hwasan. In every way.
Like Cheon Mun, there is no ability to lead people to print.
It doesn't even have a sharp brain like Chong Jin.
Even ignorance is insignificant compared to the inspection of plum blossoms in the past.
If he had regained even half of his past military prowess, the war would have changed completely. And if we had fully regained the power of the past, war could not have been established in the first place.
leadership in leading the clique
intellectual power to capture a winning spirit
And the power to make that victory a reality.
All three of the most important elements of war are lacking. Words such as falling into a ruse and someone betrayed are just excuses for their lack.
No matter how stupid Heo Do may have done, if he were Hwasan in the past, he would have overcome it. No, I wouldn't even dare Hurdo to do it in front of me if it was his past presence here.
In the end, his lack led to defeat.
Chung-Myung's eyes were dark looking at the moon in the sky.
This is not the first time a defeat has been made.
Rather, he suffered numerous defeats. That's what war is all about. It is no exaggeration to say that the war against Mahkyo is a history of defeat that he built.
However, the defeat this time was quite different from then.
Chung-Myung, who was lost in thought, kept smiling and drooling at Cheon Mun.
It was because I was angry because I was looking at Cheon Mun, who was smiling without knowing what others were thinking.
But what can I do?
Cheon Mun, who remains the strongest in his memory, is smiling like that.
Chung-Myung slowly closed his eyes.
"…I'm not lonely or anything. The idiots over there don't give people time to be lonely. So it's not like that...….”
Chung-Myung's low murmur permeated the dark night scene.
"You know what? What if I hadn't come back alone? The death penalty…… and Chang Jin, if the priests had returned with him, it wouldn't be the same. No... even if it'….”
Chung-Myung closes his mouth tightly.
I hesitated for so long that I took off my lip that couldn't be separated.
"It would have been better if the death penalty came, not me. I didn't know anything at first...… I think I know now. I was stupid, death penalty."
When he opened his eyes again, Cheon Mun's face was still smiling on the spot.
"…That's so true."
Chung-Myung's face was distorted.
"People are tough."
If you look at that face, you can't say anything weak.Of course Chung-Myung knows.
It's just a full sound. If they were watching Chung-Myung in the lineage, they would be lamenting that they couldn't lead him.
"I've just been a little…… moaning. If I had the death penalty, I would have cried and if I had him, I would have scolded him. On my own...… Yes. I'm alone. I just don't have anywhere to talk to."
I heard a grassworm crying somewhere.
I looked up at him with worried eyes, which had stuck to his side all the time. Chung-Myung grinned as he looked at those black eyes. Then I tapped Baek-ah's head with my index finger.
"Not enough to be worried by you."
A sigh came out of Chung-Myung's mouth.
to be difficult
It's not that hard to be much stronger than it is now. You just have to follow the path you took in the past. But it shouldn't be.
That's why we can't stop Heavenly Demon.
It should be much stronger than it was in the past. We have to go beyond comparison. In order to do so, he had to take steps one by one, even if it was slow.
So I was nervous.
For fear that Hwasan will collapse before he is complete. I'm afraid Heavenly Demon will show up before he's perfect.
As the days go by, the shoulders get heavier rather than lighter. The children have now grown enough to support his back, but the pressure is getting worse day by day.
Chung-Myung, who was lost in thought, scratched his head.
"Come to think of it, it hasn't been like that lately, but I don't know why I'm thinking about the death penalty today. Maybe it's because I got beaten up...….not a child."
"Okay, don't look at me like that. I'm Chung-Myung. I'll whine just for today, and I'll be fine from tomorrow. It's just…… People need that kind of time.”
It was clear during the day, and the night sky was clean, making the moon clearer.
Cheon Mun was a very strong man.
However, he was also a frustrating person. In the past, Chung-Myung is sometimes frustrated and unable to understand the appearance of Cheon Mun, who is stubbornly honest. I thought so.
But…… I think I know to some extent now.
'The death penalty was lonely, too.’
That's what it's like to be in the leadership position.
No one tells you if you're on the right track. There is no one in front of you, so you must constantly ask, doubt, and agonize.
For such a Cheon Mun, "degree" and "consultation" would have been like lanterns that kept him and Hwasan from going the wrong way.
How many times would he have wanted to walk on a path other than just that, but he would have endured and suppressed his own desires. Not for yourself, but to lead those who believe in and follow you to the right path.
I could understand the difficulties and solitude only when I was in the same position as Cheon Mun.
In other words, even Chung-Myung of the past did not fully understand Cheon Mun.
How lonely was the death penalty?
Chung-Myung, vaguely looking through it, closed his eyes.
Can I get a drink around here?….
It was then.
"Where's he going again.
"Find him, now! He might be drinking!"
"I'm going to kill you."
A loud noise broke the silence and flew in. Chung-Myung sighed and looked to hear the sound.
"That ghost thing.’
In the meantime, he seemed to have come out in a stampede, discovering that he had disappeared. Flinched by all the abuse, Chung-Myung looked up in the sky with dismay."Look, I told you, didn't I? They don't give me time to be lonely. They're much better than I used to be.”
Chung-Myung raised his body.
After shaking off his butt, he grabbed a white child climbing up his body and put it on his shoulder, muttering quietly.
"Don't worry. Because I'm strong. So just watch it comfortably. I'll beat them all up."
It was the moment when he smiled and walked away.
- Strength is....
Chung-Myung threw his eyes back into the sky.
It's not the power not to fall, it's the power to rise again if you fall, Chung-Myung.
It was once said by Cheon Mun.
Cheon Mun's face slowly disappeared as he looked down at Chung-Myung to be released with the moon. Chung-Myung, who was staring blankly at the scene, soon had a calm smile on his lips.
I straightened my back and looked forward. His eyes were full of determination.
It's okay if it's not enough.
It's okay if it's not enough yet.
You can't fill a bowl full of water anymore. Lack also means that we can still move on.
Chung-Myung stepped toward the death penalty, which he called to death.
On his two legs moving forward, there was no more hesitation.