episode_0534

But, um. I have no idea.

No matter how thoughtless Cheong may seem, she is actually a cunning bitch who measures angles more closely than anyone else.

It was even worse than the former in that it considered the exit angle rather than the entry angle, and whether or not it would be possible to get out if it didn’t work out.

All you have to do is create a gap to fit in anyway.

It’s a sure win, a quick attack, a surprise attack, and it only takes one hit to break through. What’s so difficult about that?

This vicious pseudo-mediocre is completely unconcerned with the basic human qualities that one should naturally care about, such as justification and respect!

But why? samurai? Am I right? Are there samurai in this era? So do they call it that in this world too? They look a bit weird for a samurai, but what kind of samurai are those? They’re just a bunch of short cavemen. What is it, I’m coming to my senses. Give me back my samurai.

I need to know the opponent at least a little to know whether to stab him or not, but since I have no idea whether he is strong or weak, even if he is a master of assault, well. This is a bit much.

“I will give you time to inspect the class! We will attack as soon as the sun sets, so open the gates obediently, welcome Miju and the young beauty, and offer the goods from the warehouse!”

Measuring time by looking at the sun is a basic knowledge of people in this era, and is an ability that can be learned instinctively based on data accumulated for the number of days one has lived.

Roughly at half o’clock the sun would be on the horizon, so this was the expression for half o’clock.

Then, the Japanese pirate messenger seemed to be talking to the Japanese pirates about something, but then he came forward again and cleared his throat.

“I will correct it. Each of these. I will give you this. This body has increased what is said to be only a small part out of mercy, so that we can surrender quickly without shedding blood in vain!”

Cheong is dumbfounded.

This angle is thirty minutes in the Chinese unit system.

Where in the world are there people who declare war and then give this angle?

Isn’t it too tight a time to gather decision-makers for a meeting?

If the Qing was well versed in history, they would have known that the very fact that they declared war on the Japanese was a surprising thing.

This is because the Japanese cannot understand the concept of declaration of war with their intelligence.

What on earth is a declaration of war? Do I have to say I’m going to attack before I attack? Why us?

ah. Right. First, cut off one limb and if you don’t want to be cut off any more, surrender, right?

Cheong’s confidence is a bit questionable.

If you don’t surrender, you’ll all die. Isn’t this something that wouldn’t come out unless you had a strong conviction?

Still, it’s next to the castle wall? why?

It was a time when the Qing Dynasty was looking at the Japanese and pondering what level they were in terms of martial people.

Only then did the general, who came running in a hurry, take a deep breath and move to the side of the office.

“Heo-eok, that, that, damn Japanese, heo-eok, you bastards, how dare you!”

“Ah, General.”

“Heo-eok, huuuu, those ruthless bastards, huuu, I will shoot them out with an arrow right away.”

“It’s not about kicking them out, it’s about getting rid of them.”

“Hmm. Are you talking about annihilation? Umm. That’s it. Ummmm.”

Then, Wang Ssangryong suddenly came to his senses.

It’s Mama’s order, so what on earth are you talking about!?

“No! Huh! you’re right! How can we allow those heinous Japanese people to trample on the land of the Son of Heaven! Sosin Wang Ssangryong-”

“Wait a minute.”

Cheong notices the hypocrisy in Wang Ssangryong’s words and stops the general.

“Are they strong?”

“No! Five of us, the elite warriors of the Shandong Army, can take on one Japanese enemy, so although we are somewhat inferior, we can overcome it with our mental strength!”

“Is there five?”

This does not mean that one soldier can deal with five Japanese.

King Ssangryong was very proud of the fact that five soldiers were fighting one Japanese.

No, what on earth was he bragging about?

But judging by his attitude, he probably means it’s something to brag about.

“What if you’re not an elite warrior? How many people do you need to deal with one Japanese?”

“Hmm. If we were weak soldiers with no actual combat experience in the Honam region, I think it would be difficult for twenty to fight against one. That guy named Dosiwisa over there is a very weak guy.”

For reference, the Honam provincial commander is Wang Ssangryong’s long-time nemesis and is a snarling enemy who views each other as a thorn in his side.

Lift yourself up and humble your enemies.

The basic attitude of politics is ingrained in Wang Ssangryong.

anyway.

Wang Ssangryong’s answer was as follows.

If you have 1,200 soldiers, you can easily drive them out by shooting arrows along the walls.

However, annihilation will involve a lot of blood, and of course our Shandong Army is not afraid and is ready to fight and imprison them.

That reminds me of the Qing soldiers.

Of course, shouldn’t the soldiers step forward and exterminate those barbarian marauders?

But, is that right?

The faces of the soldiers who called the fairies by various but respectful titles, such as priestess or mama, and shyly offered wild flowers as snacks.

The soldiers of this era are those who were brought in by raising military registration instead of paying taxes.

So, is there a good reason for them to shed blood? Aren’t they professional soldiers prepared for such battles who risk death by committing themselves to the military gate and receiving generous rewards?

Should we force them to shed blood?

What did I say?

It would be the same no matter what I do.

But what if you chase them away by shooting them with an arrow?

Would people wearing necklaces made of human parts suddenly become scared, become gentle, and quietly retreat, saying, “I hit the ball, let’s go home?”

It is obvious that if the military leaves, they will flock again.

I feel like I want to just jump in and slaughter them all.

If I jump in, what about my friends?

It’s obvious that these weak bastards will jump in without even knowing the subject and talk nonsense about protecting it or anything like that, hmm.

Ha, I really feel comfortable alone.

This was the thought of the person who was buried among his friends, his face wide open and very excited.

If anyone hears my inner thoughts, I miss my friends, and the whining bitch said she was full.

“Well, how… … ”

Cheong’s eyes waver.

What should I do?

But how can the soldiers drive them to death while they are still in love? What on earth do I say and what right do I have?

But why are you letting me go? Even though you clearly know what he will do if you let him go? That’s not allowed. It’s not the right thing to do. That doesn’t work either.

If I didn’t know, I wouldn’t pretend not to know. That’s cowardice and injustice.

If I step forward, what about my friends?

Roughly speaking, on average, twelve and a half soldiers are fighting against one terrible Japanese bastard. If the kids jump in and get hurt because of me.

Is this something I should decide in the first place?

However, I cannot stand by and watch.

But I couldn’t just worry about it, because this angle is a short period of time that passes in the blink of an eye.

So Cheong finally gulps and opens his mouth with difficulty.

A white flag flutters above the castle gate.

Jang Seok, a renegade who changed his career from a mere slave to a guide for the Japanese army, smiles cruelly.

Please note that the official name for these guys is a serious insult and insult, meaning they are traitors, traitors, or collaborators of foreign powers.

Of course, Jang Seok also has something to say.

Isn’t it ridiculous that all the Jungwon bastards gave me were beatings, rotten rice that even dogs wouldn’t eat, and the harsh labor wages of salt farms?

“Hi, Shogun. (Interpreted version below) The lambs say they will serve the general.”

“It’s a shame. It’s more fun to rebel.”

“Even I guys know the topic. Isn’t it said that if you don’t touch God, disaster won’t happen?”

“Then will I become God? Sigh. Well, do the sheep of the central plains know bravery? Hey guys, let’s go! It’s been a while since I wet myself with blood!”

Of course, I have no intention of quietly disappearing after only receiving the offered woman and tribute.

In order to return to Shinto and show off your bravery, you need more noses and proof of conquest.

The proof is that they will soon return to loyalty, so aren’t the Jungwon bastards great animals that can’t be abandoned anywhere?

So, as the Japanese pirates move towards the castle gate, the gate opens as if welcoming them when they arrive nearby.

Then three carts immediately appear.

Since it was covered with linen, the contents are unknown, but it appears to be carrying something protruding forward.

The general tilts his head, the bright crown of his head glinting in the desperate sunlight before falling.

“Nanda? Korewa.”

Cheong’s amazing hearing and verbal skill allows him to listen to the general.

What? This.

Cheong bursts into laughter.

What is it, a cannon?

When I thought about it, I wondered if there was a need for someone to take the risk and fight.

If there are good tools, of course, shouldn’t humans use them in the first place?

Quack!

A loud noise as if lightning had struck right in front of you!

Stone crumbs fall from the castle walls, and the gate I stand on trembles, tickling the soles of my feet.

It is a roar that literally shakes the heavens and earth.

There are three cannons filled with iron pills.

Cheong sees the magnificent destruction.

A piece of metal, fiercely broken into pieces, penetrates the human skin, escapes backwards, and even at such a speed that it loses its momentum, it gets stuck in another body and disappears.

An exciting straight line, the fastest thrust, extends into tens of thousands of branches.

It is not powerful enough to pierce two people, but this is due to the irregular shape of the projectile, not a lack of power.

Um, how do you stop that?

It was Cheong who once again realized the power of the cannon.

If you get hit from a distance, that is, gently, you might be able to withstand it with self-defense.

What if you get hit close up? hmm.

If a cannon is aimed at me, I should just jump out without delay.

Looking down from the top of the castle gate, it was completely split in the middle, resembling the unique hairstyle of a Japanese.

The only ones left were the Japanese who had been lucky enough to spread out to the left and right, and at least they seemed dazed by the devastation.

Some people just stand there with their eyes twitching, some sit down and don’t know what to do, and some even urinate all the time.

That was after, with an ear-piercing roar, my comrades were instantly cut into pieces and scattered so that no one could even find their bodies.

There was not a single intact body left, and only red mud was left in the shape of a fan.

Cheong throws himself out of the castle walls.

Wolnyeosanbo’s anti-gravity walk is not a martial art that actually resists gravity, but is due to the effect of giving the illusion of falling slowly with grace.

Anyone who sees a beautiful woman landing gracefully will feel like time is passing slowly.

Cheong kicks the Japanese enemies.

To others, it may seem like a quick hit, but to a Japanese enemy who hits it, it is a very iron leg, with the bones breaking apart as soon as it gets hit.

“ too, run away!”

I wish I could see the samurai’s skills at this point, but he’s turning his back on me?

In fact, like thieves, once they are defeated, they simply become a collection of individuals with character flaws.

It’s a shame, but at the same time, it’s a response that makes me feel fortunate.

Because, as expected, there are a lot of burdens that come with it, so I’ll just watch it quietly for a weak topic.

No matter how weak the members of the Half-Blade Two Blades Club are, chasing down those who have lost their will to fight and run away is not that dangerous of a task.

Meanwhile, Cheong takes a look at his friends.

Is everyone okay? Are there any dangerous parts?

Thanks to this, the blade was right in front of my nose.

Of course, just because you look away doesn’t mean it’s square.

When I raise my hand to block, the famous skewer hits my wrist and breaks in an instant.

In fact, although the skewness is sharp, it is also famous for being brittle.

If you can’t cut it, it will immediately break and break, so it can be said to be in perfect harmony with the strong forearms of Sosu Demonic Technicians who have reached the level of Qing Dynasty Diamond Buddha.

However, if you block it, you can roughly guess its power.

This thing is quite sharp, and if you don’t use it for self-defense, if you get hit wrongly at the peak level, you’ll be cut to pieces.

So Cheong once again strengthens his resolve in his heart.

It can’t go on like this.

I need to get rid of them all and go alone.

Well, weakness aside, you shouldn’t involve your friends in personal matters.

Because I have to handle my own affairs,

Let’s do our own work. Take care of yourself. Why, that’s right.

It’s just me and me alone. Alone alone.