Chapter 155
The strike team is formed, and the thirty men named Iron Bloods are set in motion.
“I understand that we must save Black Lake, but how do we do it?”
It was the uncle. Even the iron-blooded sword king, An Baek’s strongest heart, could not just jump into the enemy’s camp, so something had to happen to save Black Ho.
But how could he save it?
The Yangtze River’s Guman, the Sapphire’s Galpai, the Great Shield’s Yueqiu, and finally the Green Forest’s White Light.
Even if he had heard of their movements, he would not have been so easily moved, the Sea Marker of Salmak.
“Furthermore, it is also in the midst of a floodplain.”
I shook my head at the words. His curiosity was natural. But I had a ready answer.
“Black Lake.”
“What do you mean by black tiger?”
“The black tiger will give you a signal.”
The uncle’s eyes narrowed. The way his mouth twitched as he looked at me made it seem like he wanted to say something, but I beat him to it.
“He’ll definitely give you a signal.”
I had asked too much of Black Tiger, and he had accepted it.
“……You mean the captured Black Tiger will give the signal, breaking through the siege of King Sal and the Red Turbans?”
I nodded. My uncle seemed to have so many things he wanted to say. But I had to believe blindly.
“At least I won’t drive you to your death,” I said, ”and I’ll leave it to your judgment to decide what to do when you see the situation.”
One of the things I tell Jie Galzhuhu, myself, and the others who lead the Murimen is to judge the situation on the spot. Even if it’s wrong, we believe it.
