Chapter 208: The Demon-Slaying War
Under the brilliant full moon, the seven hundred warriors lay scattered about, resting.
Whoo-hoo.
A cold autumn wind enveloped their bodies, yet no campfire was visible anywhere.
This was enemy territory, where foes could strike at any moment.
Crunch, crunch.
So, I couldn’t light a fire either.
Chewing on cold, hard rations, I gazed at the moon and stars.
‘Should I have warmed them with the Sammae Fire?’
I briefly regretted it as I felt the rubbery elasticity in my molars, but soon shook my head.
A true commander sleeps and eats the same as his soldiers.
How could I alone eat warmly?
Especially me, an unparalleled commander born of this era.
Whoosh.
In that sense, Uncle Yukhak, who’s using Sammaejinhwa to warm his rations, is disqualified as a commander.
“No way! How can you enjoy eating alone while your subordinates suffer like that?”
“Ahem, a man needs some pleasure in life…”
“I won’t listen. That’s confiscated. Hand it over.”
“Ah, no.”
With the resolve of a teacher confiscating a phone, I seized Yukhak’s rations and moved toward the camp’s outer perimeter.
Since I was already up, I intended to check on the sleeping faces of my subordinates.
Snore. Snore.
Except for a few on fire watch, everyone was sound asleep despite the biting wind.
Every face looked utterly exhausted.
‘They must be exhausted after running like that.’
It was only natural after all that scrambling about.
To put it simply, we achieved more than our intended goals.
