Login Murim Episode 951
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Everyone was busy as the rain suddenly started pouring down.
The flying animals folded their wings and trod along to hide in the grass, and the wild animals that were wandering around looking for food lay down in caves where no one could reach.
To protect your body temperature from the thick rain that is falling non-stop even at this very moment.
However, the animals in charge of one axis of this vast grassland came to realize it after a while.
That the product of nature, which was always unwelcome, saved them from an invisible danger this time. Suddenly. Suddenly.
A vibration that started suddenly.
The ground shakes. No, it was no exaggeration to say that the entire grassland was trembling.
The animals hiding everywhere instinctively bristled.
At the same time, we saw and felt it through our innate sense of smell, hearing, or sight.
Beyond the rain so thick that you couldn’t even see an inch in front of you, there were countless herds of men and horses crossing their land. Clap, doo doo doo doo!
Muddy water splashed everywhere. The horse’s hooves, trampling on the pool of stagnant water, ran forward with great force.
And at the front of the endless, huge crowd, there were two people who particularly stood out.
“It shows no signs of stopping.”
The slender-built man muttered while looking at the sky, then turned his gaze towards the giant who was running with his horse’s head side by side.
“Look, Temur.”
Hearing the sudden call, Temur’s shoulders trembled.
“Yes?”
“I need to pick up the pace. “If we delay, there will be mud everywhere.”
“Yes, I guess so.”
I saw Temur nodding his head in a very hoarse voice. The slim-built man narrowed his eyebrows.
“so?”
“uh?”
“Is that the end?”
“ah.”
Temur, who had been blinking blankly, realized his mistake and gestured somewhere, and dozens of cavalrymen armed with bows and assault spears came running like the wind and bowed their heads.
“What’s going on, Temur Khan?”
“Tell this to all the commanders under your command.
“We will move with all our might, without resting, until the rain stops.”
Temur, who had taken pains to give orders sternly, glanced sideways at the slim-built man and added,
“If anyone neglects this command, he will be severely punished in the name of Temur Khan and Chingen Khan here.” “insect!”
Cavalrymen scatter in all directions with a powerful military salute.
Only then did the slim-built man, Chingen, straighten his eyebrows.
“Yes, it has to be like this. “It was very bad.”
Temur swallowed dry saliva and nodded.
“Thank you for the compliment.”
“Now you too must do your part as Khan. It’s not possible for me to be by your side and give you this advice forever. huh? “My proud brother.”
Tuk.
Temur’s new form trembled at Chingen’s hand tapping on the armor. “It must be very cold. Are you okay?” “······of course. no problem.” “No, I know your feelings better than anyone else. “Brother.”
Qinggen sighed softly and suddenly gritted his teeth.
“They are like a dirty and despicable race. “I will rip the captives into pieces and throw them to the vultures as food.”
As Ching Gen’s voice rang through the rain, murderous eyes flashed through the helmets of the nomads who ran silently forward around the two.
There was already no one in the entire grassland who did not know about the tragedy that day. Temur and Chingen.
The two young khans, who had taken control of the eastern steppe at once and brought peace and prosperity, held a meeting with each of them having a hundred confidants.
Without even dreaming that the ger, which was full of laughter, would soon be stained with blood.
“Who knew? “I never thought those damn Han Chinese would plan such a terrible plan.”
The identity of the uninvited guests who paid hundreds of money was the Han people of the central plains, especially a people called the Murim people.
They stormed in just as the banquet was in full swing, brandishing their military flags at random.
Fortunately, with the help of heaven, the two Khans survived, but after a fierce bloody fight, most of their henchmen had to lie in a pool of blood.
“My dear brother. “If Tengri had not taken care of us, the eastern steppes would have been torn to pieces in an instant and fallen into the hands of those Han Chinese bastards.”
Chingen tightly grasped the horse’s reins with his white hands.
“It’s obvious what they were aiming for.
They must have judged that we, each with powerful forces, would be a danger. “I finally revealed my hidden ambition.”
To Chingen’s coldly shining eyes, Temur responded with a voice that cracked like a sin.
“Me too, I think so too.”
“We, no, everyone on this land is
From the beginning, I was used by those guys.
“Those despicable people must have been planning to take over the entire grassland from the beginning.”
Listen to Chingen’s boiling voice.
The nomads who were waiting nodded at the same time as if they had made a promise.
right. The Han Chinese have always been like that.
Since the distant past, they have called themselves barbarians, despised them, and considered them less important than animals.
This fact did not change even after our great ancestors trampled the central plains with countless horses’ hooves and established a huge empire.
No, rather, it went beyond contempt and showed hatred.
Because a mere barbarian scattered dirt on the history of the continent.
However, humans are animals of forgetfulness.
As time passed and the exploits of their ancestors were gradually forgotten, they began to want something new.
Peace rather than conquest.
Treasures of gold and silver, not horse dung. Maybe that was why.
Temur and Chingen. Even though the two promising young people, who were descended from the Golden Clan, joined hands with the Han Chinese, everyone welcomed them with open arms.
“It was my mistake.”
Chingen sighed as he was hit by the pouring rain.
“I didn’t think more deeply about what kind of people they were and why they cooperated with us. “The noble warriors of the steppe were sacrificed due to the ignorance and foolishness of the leader.”
It was the moment when everyone lowered their heads at his appearance full of sadness and regret.
“If we correct that mistake, the warriors of the steppes will be embraced by Tengri.”
A calm yet powerful voice.
Chingen’s eyes widened when he spotted the figure of a middle-aged man with a nomadic pigtail.
“How could Jamuka Khan, who should be in the rear, come here…
“Meet Jamuka Khan!”
Shouts erupt from all over, starting with Chingen.
Jamuka, a middle-aged man who was sweeping everyone away with eyes full of irresistible power, opened his mouth.
“It’s boring to stay in the back. “I came here to see if this old man could be of any help.”
The hair below the ears is as black as chestnut, and the proud appearance is stronger than that of a young man in his prime.
But that’s just how it looks. Jamuka was also an old man, already well over eighty years old.
The greatest warrior of the grasslands and another khan who ruled the western plains for a long time.
He joined with over 20,000 tribesmen, and was the actual leader of this huge army.
“You’re an old man. Who would dare to think like that? Isn’t that right, Temur?” Temur, who was looking at Jamuka with trembling eyes, hastily nodded his head.
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Jamuka Khan is the eldest of our Golden Clan, a great warrior and Khan. “We are just grateful that he entrusted us with the leadership.”
Chingen continued speaking, raising his voice so that everyone around him could hear.
“Those stupid Han Chinese people probably didn’t even know until the moment they were dying. “How strong Jamuka Khan is.”
Even if they didn’t say it out loud, the eyes looking at Jamuka were already full of adoration and respect.
The best warrior of the steppe. Jamuka.
It is known that he was attacked by hundreds of Han Chinese before Temur and Chingen.
In a situation where there were only about a dozen SS units.
But the results were enormous.
Jamuka clearly proved his martial arts skills.
He led a bodyguard force that was only a handful compared to his enemies, and fought a battle that was nothing short of a massacre against countless Han Chinese.
In the end, the Han people’s evil plan that threatened even the western grasslands came to nothing, and Jamuka, enraged, led his tribe and headed towards the central plains.
Like this moment.
“It’s no big deal. “It’s just that the skills of my subordinates were outstanding.”
Jamuka responded calmly and gestured behind his back. The SS, wearing dark armor, was running after him with a dull expression.
In the distant past, the most elite warriors were created by a great conqueror who laid the foundation for a nomadic empire.
The so-called ‘Kesik’ still followed Jamuka as a remnant of the Golden Clan.
Each person is strong enough to be a warrior representing each tribe. There are as many as one thousand such people.
The fact that the great army of the grassland, encompassing tens of thousands of water landscapes, was confident of victory was not due to simple hope.
“From now on, some of my SS will take the lead.”
“Do you use Keshik… wheat?”
“okay. Is there any problem?”
Chingen, who was silent for a moment at Jamuka’s unexpected words, soon shook his head.
“Is that possible? For us, it would be a favor to ask. Isn’t that right, Temur?”
“······yes. “I also agree.”
The strongest warriors take the lead.
In a way, everyone was convinced by the decision, which was an obvious decision.
Except for one person.
– Is that okay?
Jamuka pursed her lips as someone’s sound suddenly penetrated her ears.
– Didn’t you say a little while ago that it was something you would rather ask for?
– that······.
There is no reversal. We will put those children in the vanguard and cross the border in the shortest possible time.
– There may be a trap. There are arrow cans everywhere, so why waste precious energy?
– What do you mean by trap? Hua Wang and Jin Tae-gyeong, who will arrive in Shanxi in a few days? Or the insignificant mountain wanderers?
Jamuka answered bluntly and stared straight at the owner of Jeonum.
– You should properly crack down on that idiot next to you. At that time, he was starting to regret not killing him.
– I told you. Let’s save the guy with a good head.
Chingen, who was laughing so faintly that no one could notice, or rather, someone who looked like him, stroked his face.
– Well, he was amazing in a way. He attempted to negotiate even while his subordinates were dying on all sides.
He remembered clearly.
The image of Chingen showing his spirit by telling him to say what he wants next to Temur, who had succumbed to the difference in his powerlessness and was drenched in urine.
– Compared to that dead guy, this stupid guy…
– They saved it because they were stupid. A guy who has given in deeply is that much easier to deal with.
– I admit that part. Thanks to his compliance, a lot more barbarians than expected gathered together.
Laughing eyes scanned the large army that filled the grassland.
There is only about a day left to travel.
When this rain stops, they will pass through the meadows and beyond the walls.
