Post by Xiang Yu on Jun 29, 2010 12:36:44 GMT
He had lost nothing against the bandits of the north, winning spoils that in fact bulked his military ranks rather than depleting them. Yes, it was a good day – the sun had risen across the eastern line of the bleak sky, showering them with halos of yellows and oranges. The reflections a reminder to all that a dragon moved that day, a dragon with a will – an ambition.
The army paused as they reached the creak of the river, and a slow but steady stream-line of boats were erected to get them across the river that protected Zhongyuan from the northern territories of He Bei. It would not matter, his destination was only across such a small insignificant amount of water, and already could he feel the burning son taking away the pressures he had accumulated over the days. It would be soon, he knew, when his men would clash arms with a much mightier foe – and when his sword would be stained forever in the blood of his enemies.
He did not mind, but he could not help wonder how he would achieve such a victory alone. He had many men, but he had also known of the Turbans ranks ahead, he had heard the rumours of their gathering forces, of their menace – beasts roamed in packs, and he doubted even the strength of a dragon against so many numerous savages.
“Do not let up men. The enemy lay just ahead.”
His words were no comfort to his already tired men, and so he set up an encampment outside the border-line of the city. Pu Yang…yes, it was only a small city, useless even to the greater scheme. But Pu Yang would lead him straight to Chen Liu, and then to Luo Yang – where the real wars would begin. He could not remember his visit with He Jin that day, the memory too far back, too much had happened since then, too many people had died for him to remember the days of pleasantries and friendship.
He sighed.
“We will wait until the sun fades into the cloak of the great night before we make our move. Rest up men, for tomorrow we will have no opportunity to sleep.”
The army paused as they reached the creak of the river, and a slow but steady stream-line of boats were erected to get them across the river that protected Zhongyuan from the northern territories of He Bei. It would not matter, his destination was only across such a small insignificant amount of water, and already could he feel the burning son taking away the pressures he had accumulated over the days. It would be soon, he knew, when his men would clash arms with a much mightier foe – and when his sword would be stained forever in the blood of his enemies.
He did not mind, but he could not help wonder how he would achieve such a victory alone. He had many men, but he had also known of the Turbans ranks ahead, he had heard the rumours of their gathering forces, of their menace – beasts roamed in packs, and he doubted even the strength of a dragon against so many numerous savages.
“Do not let up men. The enemy lay just ahead.”
His words were no comfort to his already tired men, and so he set up an encampment outside the border-line of the city. Pu Yang…yes, it was only a small city, useless even to the greater scheme. But Pu Yang would lead him straight to Chen Liu, and then to Luo Yang – where the real wars would begin. He could not remember his visit with He Jin that day, the memory too far back, too much had happened since then, too many people had died for him to remember the days of pleasantries and friendship.
He sighed.
“We will wait until the sun fades into the cloak of the great night before we make our move. Rest up men, for tomorrow we will have no opportunity to sleep.”