Post by Xiang Yu on Jun 28, 2010 16:33:05 GMT
The speech had been a great success, but the troubles of the masses was cut short a day after the initiation of recruitment. He had employed 500 men of talent and worth, and had only just re-assembled his newly designed army when the scouts had come thrashing their reports. They spoke in sequences unbeknown to Cao Cao, their words a far cry of trauma and hesitation. It had seemed the Yellow Turbans had finally moved north – in small war banded parties ready to spill the blood of the populace.
It was exactly what Cao Cao had wanted to hear.
He had trained vigilantly for this very moment, when the people were flocking the streets in fear, and for when the small band of turbans would set up camp and prepare the notion of war. Yes. This is what he had wanted – and he prayed to the heavens for allowing the opportunity to bless him so.
“Wait!” He cried the call with haste, seeing men and women flee the streets. They turned to his cry, their eyes bulging with sweat and grief – they had felt the blows of the Turbans before, and his previous speech had now come true. It was ironic how a simple lie could really turn the heavens tide, yes – a lie turned to a reality, a dream all the more loving to his desires.
“Do you flee when the wolves hunt your cattle or ruin your stock? Do you flee when the tides of the heavens spits on you its drought, or do you preserver through the hardships of man and stand united as one!”
He moved to the centre of the growing crowds, their fear evident – their sweat on display.
“Do not fear this menace, for Cao Cao is here to tame the beast that ravages these lands. But do me a favour – and I will face these bandits right now!”
He hushed the tone as the silence settled. He had them exactly where he wanted them, and they looked upon him now as the beacon of light to their city. Yes, he would be their hero – and with his victory he would achieve much more in the land.
“Send messengers to every town, city and port – and speak of the enemy that ravage these lands. Tell them the beast has reared its head and takes the life from the poor cattle that live peacefully here, and then – speak of a roaring dragon in the name of Cao Cao, a dragon who repels the beast back south, and who brings with him wrath even the gods admire!”
They smiled, though he spoke too soon and their fear had yet to be masked by the false hope of his victory. It was all that was needed, a simple word – a simple truth, and their bodies united as one. They moved steadily, and the messengers were already fleeing the city, he did not care if they returned, they would forever remember the barking call of Cao Cao, they would indeed spread his message far and wide.
Now…now he turned to the south, where the bandits would come and when their wars would be fought and lost. Yes, no beast was a match for a dragon, no worm out of reach for the clutches of a swift eagle or hawk. They would all die – that was his promise, and Cao Cao hated to break such important bonds of men.
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It was exactly what Cao Cao had wanted to hear.
He had trained vigilantly for this very moment, when the people were flocking the streets in fear, and for when the small band of turbans would set up camp and prepare the notion of war. Yes. This is what he had wanted – and he prayed to the heavens for allowing the opportunity to bless him so.
“Wait!” He cried the call with haste, seeing men and women flee the streets. They turned to his cry, their eyes bulging with sweat and grief – they had felt the blows of the Turbans before, and his previous speech had now come true. It was ironic how a simple lie could really turn the heavens tide, yes – a lie turned to a reality, a dream all the more loving to his desires.
“Do you flee when the wolves hunt your cattle or ruin your stock? Do you flee when the tides of the heavens spits on you its drought, or do you preserver through the hardships of man and stand united as one!”
He moved to the centre of the growing crowds, their fear evident – their sweat on display.
“Do not fear this menace, for Cao Cao is here to tame the beast that ravages these lands. But do me a favour – and I will face these bandits right now!”
He hushed the tone as the silence settled. He had them exactly where he wanted them, and they looked upon him now as the beacon of light to their city. Yes, he would be their hero – and with his victory he would achieve much more in the land.
“Send messengers to every town, city and port – and speak of the enemy that ravage these lands. Tell them the beast has reared its head and takes the life from the poor cattle that live peacefully here, and then – speak of a roaring dragon in the name of Cao Cao, a dragon who repels the beast back south, and who brings with him wrath even the gods admire!”
They smiled, though he spoke too soon and their fear had yet to be masked by the false hope of his victory. It was all that was needed, a simple word – a simple truth, and their bodies united as one. They moved steadily, and the messengers were already fleeing the city, he did not care if they returned, they would forever remember the barking call of Cao Cao, they would indeed spread his message far and wide.
Now…now he turned to the south, where the bandits would come and when their wars would be fought and lost. Yes, no beast was a match for a dragon, no worm out of reach for the clutches of a swift eagle or hawk. They would all die – that was his promise, and Cao Cao hated to break such important bonds of men.
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