episode_0387

Sapa warriors proudly cross the author once again.

That’s how many people there are in the three battle groups, and that’s how many heads the idiots in Yeombang have.

There are so many differences between the political faction and the political faction that it is impossible to list them all.

However, one of the main differences is that while the political faction accepts only people, the sad faction accepts anyone who has arms and legs. (Sometimes even those who don’t have it are accepted)

First of all, the political faction has a problem with the leakage of martial arts.

And there are so many cases of a political faction that was destroyed by a man with a bad temperament that we could have a confrontation as if it were a drinking game or something.

Therefore, by uniting the monks into a family and forming a family-like organization, the sense of belonging is emphasized with the spirit of ‘I am the sect. I am the sect.’

Therefore, the focus is on accepting people with good hearts and talents as disciples and investing the sect’s wealth in a small number of people to develop them into experts.

But what about Sapa?

The concept is that lower-level warriors are given the name of the Sapa to the Sapa.

Therefore, low-level samurai belonging to the Sapa are very grateful if they are provided with room and board, and most of them are Bangpa who receive money for room and board.

On the other hand, the martial arts taught are also vague, half-second-rate martial arts that are slightly applied from the third-rate martial arts that can be obtained from the author.

If you want to learn good martial arts, you must prove it with performance and be noticed by executives.

Or, did you follow your brother’s lead and do nice things by flattering him and giving him a reward?

So, it may seem like it is a battle of tactics between a small number of elites, but in fact, even though it is a Sa faction, it does not mean that there is a shortage of experts.

It’s just that the waist of the Jeongpa is a little stronger, but the Sapa has dozens of legs?

Then, you may ask whether political factions are weak, but in the end, the importance of the degree can be seen in the fact that all cultural factions that have been passed down with long traditions are political factions.

As for the Sapa guys, if they grow a little bigger, there will always be internal strife and division, or they will change heads, and they will never last long.

So, if a political faction versus a political faction clashes in a battle for supremacy (with the local business establishment at stake), the battle itself is a defeat for the political faction.

However, if losses are incurred in the process, the balance between factions is broken, executives change, and even the owner’s position is shaky.

So there is almost no reason for Sapa to fight.

What’s the point of eating a constituency? If you think you’ll hand it over to a strict person after eating it, just maintain the status quo and brag about it.

However, the SaPa Alliance provided aggressive support and dispatched three combat teams.

Isn’t that enough to overwhelm the Gyerim Sword Sect with just two white-level combat groups and a black-level combat group?

In addition, there are a lot of third-rate bastards of Yeombang who act as sword holders and feel like they paid for the meal if they die by giving at least a scratch.

For this reason, a heavy, solemn tension lingered among the Namnyeong political faction warriors who gathered at Jangsan Mugwan.

There are more experts on this side, so it seems worth a try, but how many of us will be able to survive?

This can be said to be the power of political factions.

Even though he is clearly outnumbered, he keeps his position with a dark expression. Where can he run away, abandoning his home and family?

If it had been like Sapa, we would have witnessed the miracle of a drastic reduction in the number of people in real time.

On a sinking ship, everyone shouts, ‘Abandon ship!’ This is because it is the spirit of Sapa to shout.

So, with the wide open gate of Jangsan Military Academy, the munju Kang Su-yang and the ark lord Yo Hwan-cheol check each other’s faces from afar.

I don’t know why, but in a war in the central plains, there is a certain order in which someone must step forward and speak out before the battle.

This is a tradition that has been passed down since a long time ago, even more ancient than now, when the time was primitive and barbaric.

It is time to suppress the momentum through words and actions.

How surprising is this to say that it is consistent with the culture of pitch-black people in the far western region criticizing each other to the beat and rhyme.

This is the same root of all modern humans.

This is because it was influenced by the culture of the Hwan Empire, a country of the great Korean people and antecedent mankind that existed before the creation of the universe.

That this is true is depicted in the subak diagram.

-It is said that the imbeciles who claim that they still exist in Qing’s hometown.

Anyway, the famous phrase that has remained immortal, ‘You must be happy to have three fathers.’ Isn’t this a touching speech that truly touches people’s hearts, coming from a suppressed steamboat just before battle?

A sure win for the player!

It was the moment when Yo Hwan-cheol was about to open his mouth first.

“The salt seller has arrived. However, the warehouse is already full of salt, so there is no need for it, so go back.”

Suyang Kang struck first.

The effect was amazing!

“Who is the lowly salt seller!?”

“So, you’re saying you’re not a salt seller? Then what?”

“I am Yo Hwan-cheol, the owner of Dae Yoga Yeombang!”

“Isn’t Yeombang a place where salt is made? If the owner of the salt room is not a salt seller, then what is it? I’m asking because I’m really curious.”

“I… … !”

Yo Hwan-cheol was speechless.

Because the salt seller is right.

“And I didn’t go so far as to say that I am lowly. Where in the world can there be a noble person? How can you judge superiority or inferiority between the owner of a political faction who inherited 300 years of history and a simple salt seller? I think so. At least for me.”

It means I’m the only one who thinks that way.

Everyone in the world knows that you are lowly.

Wow, you speak well.

Cheong’s ears perked up.

and! How do you spin it so gracefully?

If you were like me, you’d be stung by something superficial?

Are you born with low blood? So, did the lowly blood come from Abby or Ami? Or both? Ah, but one thing is certain: Because you raised the wrong father, your children will be lowly for generations to come.

It would have been a harsh and vulgar ridicule that could have been a slap in the face of this author.

In fact, for the purpose of suppressing the momentum, Qing’s words and actions are a thousand times more painful.

However, such promiscuous words and actions also undermine the dignity of the speaker.

I don’t think anyone can do moonju.

If it were me, I wouldn’t be able to turn it like that.

Thus, the audience listens with a learning attitude.

Hidden in a tea shop behind the Sapa military establishment, across from the main gate of Jangsan Military Building.

The Qing took charge of the rear raid team.

There are a lot of amizas scattered behind the wall to target those who climb over it, and those who enter through the gate can enter the siege on their own, so just cut them down.

And the Qing strongly insisted that if a battle broke out, they would attack the rear immediately because they could protect themselves.

We cannot entrust such a dangerous mission to Cheong, a guest of the Murim Alliance.

But what if it’s not dangerous?

“We’re going to fight anyway, so I don’t know why we bother hurting each other’s feelings.”

“Well, what a great benefit it would be if you could raise morale by playing around with your tongue.”

“But you’re applying it, right?”

“Well, the level of speaking skills is not known, so that salt seller must have prepared some words of his own. Well, they said to roughly surrender, or come and pass through the crotch and the rest will be let go.”

“It’s extremely childish. What are men?”

The woman shaking her head is Chang Yeo-in, Chojeongjeong.

“Cluck. Well then, this is all like a bullshit game, but it’s not childish. Oh, miss, I never meant those words to you. This spoiled old man made a mistake with his words.”

The old man suddenly becomes servile and says, “No.” Hwagyeong.

The deserted island called Gataki, which keeps picking up things and offering them, is the best, and the man dressed as a scholar who always offers things like a brush or paper is said to be an illiterate poet, and it is also the best.

They are the king’s guests sent with freedom.

Including Cheong, it is a terrifying force of six, including one Hwagyeong, four Chojeongjeongs, and one Hyeonsari Leech.

At this point, it would be more appropriate to call it the main unit rather than a separate unit.

“The flame ark retreats and another one comes out. It seems like it’s going to be long, hehe, miss, but aren’t you curious about the precious jade tongue? Here are some pickled plums.”

“Wow, all this stuff. I will eat well.”

“No, no. I just picked it up while going around. Hehe.”

At this, Cheong smiled and stretched out his long, slender fingers toward the jar, but then stopped.

what? Are you saying it fell off the road?

“Oh, it was just left.”

“Where on earth did you pick something up like that?”

“That gnat is paying bribes again… … ”

The window woman mutters.

Of course, Cheong is not a great person to refuse just because he actually scraped up something that fell on the floor.

As Cheong reached out his hand, his other fingers reached in first and picked up the round plum fruit.

This is Na Yang-gyeol, the leech that eventually followed Cheong.

“Now, my gomtaengi. Oh, will you do it?”

“I have hands too?”

“But, my Gomtaengi’s beautiful fingers will get dirty, right? Gomtaengi’s fingers are a national treasure. You have to protect it. Ah.”

“Ah.”

“That’s right. Eat well. Wow.”

Na Yang-gyeol pulls out his fingers with a scream.

If you put your finger in your mouth pretending to feed him and he won’t take it out, you have no choice but to punish him with your teeth.

“This is another tampering.”

“Look at this. These are Gomtaeng’s teeth marks. Did you want to leave a mark on me like that?”

“Try it one more time. Since you’re a master of each method, it doesn’t matter if you don’t have at least one finger, right?”

“Wouldn’t it be okay? Every time I see a severed finger, I think of my Gomtaengi and my heart flutters.”

Cheong ate the sweet and sweet pickled plum and waited for the suppression of the steamer to end.

Then, soon.

“Conversation is useless anymore! Strike!”

The Yeombang warriors shout at him and charge at the forefront.

At best, they are third-rate people.

They can’t even climb a wall that isn’t even a single piece of wall, so they’re clinging to it, but they’re afraid to hit the front door, so it’s like people are clinging to every wall.

Those who somehow got pushed into the front door got kicked around very aggressively.

“Memorization! It’s memorization!”

What is memorization? They’re just throwing stones.

However, at a third-rate level, the stone thrown by a master is indistinguishable from memorization.

It was the same way that the chopsticks thrown by Cheong were indistinguishable from the bido.

“I can’t see this, you idiot!”

This time, the warriors of the Black Heroes charge with all their might.

Running with great momentum, he pushed up the warriors clinging to the wall and threw them over.

So the Yeombang warriors, who managed to get over the wall with the help of the sado-ryeon brothers, said, Wow! He expressed his gratitude with a breathless scream.

Putting obstacles under the fence is like basic common sense in manor defense warfare.

Only then did the warriors of the Black King jump over the wall, landing on the bodies of the warriors lying in the trap below and raising their weapons.

Since ancient times, the best way to overcome obstacles is to push people.

“My third wave!”

At Jo Gwang-ang’s shout of a sure-to-defeat strategy, Cheong also jumped up from his seat.

“Here we go!”

Cheong comes out of Dajeom’s Juryeom and stomps his foot, boom!

Something like pitch-black dust rises, and footprints leave deep marks on the floor.

Perhaps it’s a side effect of looking at the blood clumsily when saving Na Yang-gyeol, but the blood flow suddenly turns and the whole body feels hot.

Cheong shouts out with a bright smile!

“The Moonlight Sword is hungry! So, cry! Even hell yam!”

A thick layer of sunset-colored sword steel accumulates on the heavy body of the Moonlight Sword (Ten Tiger).

The sword plunges into the neck of Sapa Musa, who turned his head at the sound of a woman’s voice coming from behind.

Due to the law of inertia, Sapa Musa’s head, having spun another half turn, suddenly falls to the floor.

Yes, this is it! I live for this!

A beat later, the royal family’s guests join in.

There is also a pretty leech from Cheonhwa Hall that is said to protect the government.

The White-Level Combat Team is an elite group comprised mostly of first-class warriors.

However, isn’t the inaction of Na Yang-gyeol, who is in the worst position in the Cheongui detachment, at its peak?

Even the nets and iron weights for suppressing high-ranking players had already been provided to the leading group.

Blood blooms in an instant.