Chapter 51: The Great Southern War (3)
“By now, the main force should have cut off all supplies entering Namcheongung.”
“Namcheongung will likely try to wage all-out war.”
“Why do you think that?”
“Because they’d rather die fighting than starve to death. They might even think they can win.”
He chuckled.
Whether he liked my answer or not, North Palace White gave a small smile.
“Correct. Can you predict the outcome?”
“Victory is certain, of course.”
That was true.
Namcheongung’s numbers, scraped together, barely reach a thousand. Even if they throw in some remnants from the previous generation, they won’t reach fifteen hundred.
Moreover, the main force has the Qinglong Sect Leader, a peerless swordsman, stationed there.
Namcheongung, unable to mobilize the tribesmen, is no longer a match for Guryongseong.
The problem is.
“Many sacrifices will follow.”
The fact that those with no escape route left would fight like men living only for today, fighting to the death.
Given their reputation as the defeated champions of the Southern Martial World, they must still possess some latent strength. It was obvious that Nine Dragons Fortress would also suffer heavy casualties.
“To reduce those sacrifices, Mun Sang proposed a strategy.”
“······?”
Bukgung Baek pulled a small piece of paper from his robe and unfolded it.
Capture the bandit, capture the king.
“We strike at the moment their forces are weakened and sever the head of the Lord of Nancheon Palace.”
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The Moksryong Hall, positioned at the very center of the Nine Dragon Fortress camp.
