What Kind of Pain Shall I Bestow?
As I followed the troops of Namcheonryeon, I thought their pace was rather slow.
They lacked mobility and had no clear strategy.
It felt as if we were merely moving from Namcheonryeon to the Paegum Association.
Moreover, we had stopped once in Bokyang to reorganize our formation, which meant the Paegum Association could easily notice our movements.
Of course, since I was not the commander, I could not interfere with every detail.
Every time I heard the laughter of Sadohaeng, who was at the forefront of our advance, I felt a strange sensation. 'Does this fool think he has already won?' It was not my concern, but if that was the case, he was a fool.
The troops of Namcheonryeon had chosen the fastest route to the main camp of the Paegum Association.
Gradually, they picked up speed and entered the hillside of Musan, a place I had often visited in my previous life.
I looked at the hillside with a puzzled expression.
Descending from here would lead us to a place called Musan Gorge.
'Is he out of his mind?' Musan Gorge was known for its thick fog in the early morning and at night.
Fortunately, today was a clear day, but the terrain itself, with steep rocky mountains on both sides of the road, was perfect for an ambush.