“You monster! Those are what define our history and heritage!”

A convoy that had been sweeping through every home and museum for historic artefacts to escort back to the rear was ambushed. Each and every historic antique in these trucks held unfathomable significance in the history it entailed. They were national treasures.

However, the soldiers who ambushed the trucks grumbled to each other when they realised that what was in the trucks weren’t supplies. With an order from Joon-young, they began gathering the artefacts into a single truck. One of the convoy’s guards, who had taken the job of a traitor, tried his utmost to stop them.

“Damn you’re noisy. It’s much better to destroy it than have it taken from us.”

“Don’t you know that history will remain even if the nation disappears?! We have to leave behind our history and its evidence if we want to continue our cultural heritage!”

Joon-young simply plugged a finger into his ear in the face of the man’s wailing, hastening his men to pour oil and gunpowder onto the artefacts.

“They’ve changed history before this war. I’m sure they’ll do the same after this war and carefully package it as part of their own history. Isn’t that obvious?”

“That’s even more of a reason to protect those national treasures! For as long as the evidence exists, history will speak the truth!”

Joon-young smirked at the man. One of his men reported the process was done, and Joon-young personally lit the truck on fire.

“No! stop!”

The man screamed and charged at Joon-young, but he was quickly subdued by Joon-young’s men, who were evidently irked. Joon-young watched the flames grow bigger and then approached the man.

“You’ve heard the phrase right? The people who have forgotten their history have no future.”

“…”

Joon young smiled mischievously at the man who looked back at him with hatred as he pointed at the truck.

“That future is now.”

“…”

“People who have no future don’t need history.”

“…”

“Hmph. This will all