Chapter 137 Seizure

Kim Moo-shin struggled down the stockade wall, followed by his Goryeo troops, all of them pale-faced and swaying unsteadily.

As a completely new and inexperienced brigade, it was perfectly normal for them to be bullied by the veterans after the battle was over, and the task of cleaning the stockade walls naturally fell to them.

First, they picked up the scattered remains on the city wall and burned them. Then, they used pungent lime water to wash the passageways on the wall. Finally, they washed them repeatedly with clean water.

After all this was done, everyone in the Korean delegation had vomited several times and their stomachs were completely empty.

As Jin Wuxin walked, he said to the cooks in the inn, "Make some rice porridge tonight. Don't make fish soup or meat soup anymore; it's disgusting to look at."

"Commander, we have kimchi in our rations. It just arrived a few days ago. I've tried it, and it's authentic kimchi made by us Koreans. Let's have rice and kimchi for dinner!"

"Hmm! Great idea!"

Kim Jong-un's mood finally improved a bit. Although the main force brigade's arms distribution was different from their Korean brigade's, they never lacked daily necessities.

After his young men came to Daewan Army, they felt like they had become local tycoons. They ate their fill of fine rice every day, and often had fish and meat. It was much better than starving in the Goryeo Mountains.

Even from a distance, Kim Moo-shin saw Captain Oh Myung-yi standing at the camp gate.

Jin Wuxin quickly stepped forward, bowed his head and pleaded guilty: "Commander, I have disgraced you today, please punish me!"

"Kim Jong-un! Face is worthless. As long as you kill the natives back, I don't care if you vomit or 'pee'."

Once the Korean troops reached the stockade wall, they were immediately horrified by the bloody scene, revealing their true nature as new recruits.

In the critical moment, Kim Moo-shin, who came from a military family, took the lead and charged forward, setting an example for the Goryeo people behind him with his heavy armor and family martial arts skills.

After seeing blood, even rabbits will "show" their fangs and frantically chatter about how the new Korean recruits have forgotten their formations and unit coordination, and are just fighting to the death like brutes.

"Kim Jong-un, well done. After a few more battles, you won't be a rookie brigade anymore. Give some of this wine to each of your men to get rid of the deathly atmosphere."

Wu Mingyi pointed to the two loads of strong liquor behind him, turned and walked away, completely unaware of the tears in Jin San's eyes.

"Your subordinate will fight to the death and will never fail you, sir!"

Wu Mingyi was preoccupied with something else entirely and naturally didn't notice Jin Wuxin's excitement. He returned to his tent, where several brigade commanders were already waiting for him.

"Please sit down. What discoveries have you made today? Is there a suitable opportunity to ambush the enemy wizard and leader?"

Wu Mingyi considered it for a long time and felt that the native shaman's attack method should only affect Rao's mind and spirit. So, with the powerful ballistae and the hundreds of Minié rifles in the army, could they find an opportunity to snipe the enemy shaman? Jin Wuxin's brigade was not yet equipped with ballistae and rifles, so there was no need to ask him.

The three brigade commanders all shook their heads and remained silent, which made Wu Mingyi even more irritated.

"We don't need to hide tomorrow. As long as we scare them into submission, they will naturally be relieved." Wu Mingyi couldn't think of any better way, so he could only break the deadlock by force.

On the second morning, the natives, like a couple on their first date, charged into the village wall with perfect punctuality, continuing to fight against the Da Yuan army's armor and sharp blades with their own flesh and blood and stone weapons. Perhaps ten lives could save one casualty of the Da Yuan army.

"Rifleman... 'Fire!'"

Following the orders of the brigade commanders, the riflemen who had not been deployed yesterday finally opened fire. The sound of gunfire, like popping beans, echoed throughout the entire stockade wall, and a large number of the local people were wiped out, causing the offensive to stall.

Wu Mingyi's main brigade was equipped with one hundred Type 1 rifles, which was an over-allocation. His father had contributed a lot to this. The other two Japanese brigades only had thirty rifles each. Now, as the strongest among the natives in long-range firepower, they greatly reduced the pressure on the city walls.

The native shaman's potion was very potent, and the natives' attack only slowed down around noon. Countless corpses lay outside the camp, almost half the height of the stockade wall. If this continued, the natives wouldn't need ladders anymore in less than two days.

Of course, if another ten and a half months pass, the Turks will probably be able to take over the Da Yuan army camp without doing anything. A plague in Ulan-Ude has left everyone in the Da Yuan army with lingering fear.

"Why don't these damned natives come and remove their corpses? Are they deliberately trying to spread a plague?"

“I asked the native guides in the camp, and they said that wars between their tribes never lasted more than five years. Maybe they don’t even know what a zombie plague is.”

“Draw lots! The brigade that draws the lot will go to pile up the corpses outside the city and burn them, with archers and riflemen providing cover for them.”

Wu Mingyi dared not take the risk. If the locals surrounded him without attacking, and he was unable to break the strange "divine magic" of the enemy sorcerer, a plague would be no laughing matter.

Kim Moo-shin unsurprisingly drew the shortest stick, and had no choice but to lead his miserable Goryeo subordinates out of the city to collect the corpses.

Soon, the Korean soldiers stopped being discouraged, because one of them actually found a gold bracelet on the corpse. Although the bracelet's craftsmanship was as crude as a pile of dog shit, its rough appearance gave it a rough weight, which made the lucky guy almost go crazy with joy.

The smoke from the burning oil rose several meters high, and the aroma of roasted meat filled the entire battlefield, causing the stomachs of the soldiers to churn. This smell was so nostalgic, just like the smell of burning orc corpses.

The only ones who didn't feel nauseous were the soldiers of the Goryeo camp. Thousands of corpses lay outside the camp, and these warriors always carried some possessions—either bracelets and necklaces made of gold and silver, or earrings and necklaces made of gemstones. The Goryeo people, now wealthy, ignored the nauseating smell of burning corpses and displayed a resolve even stronger than that of the veterans.

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