Legacy of the Lunar Spear | By : CPascal42 Category: +A through F > Dynasty Warriors Views: 9722 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 18
Echos of the Past
Ling Qi
rode along at the head of her column, staring absent-mindedly at the road in
front of her. The small company had
quickly come to grasps with the art of spear-wielding and they were anxious to
prove themselves in battle; they were veterans and to be left behind to retrain
was an insult. They weren’t the only
ones anxious for combat, Ling Qi mused.
She couldn’t wait to get on the battlefield again, to prove herself
worthy of her command and to silence all the nasty rumors she was hearing. The consensus seemed to be that she was incapable
of being a commander without the support of a far superior officer, be it her
father or her husband. What it boiled
down to was that people would always preface her name with ‘Lu Bu’s daughter’
or ‘Xiahou Dun’s wife’, never by her actual rank. That would have to change.
As she
lifted her eyes away from the road she saw the high command before her. Cao Cao rode point, Xiahou Dun to his left
and Dian Wei to his right. The standard-bearers
rode immediately behind each general, carrying the guidon with the surname of
the man they served. She stared at the
rather plain blue banner that fluttered behind her husband and fixated on the
name: ‘Xiahou’. The realization that she was going to
possibly die under that banner hit her like an arbalest barrage. Good
God, I’m married to that man. It
wasn’t a new concept, she has already come to terms with that…or had she? Slowly he had grown on her, or was it too
quickly? Not even two months had passed
since her father’s death and she was already completely comfortable with
him. What had started out as an attempt
to keep herself alive had quickly turned into something more complex and permanent. What about revenge? When had that slipped her mind? The men were saying she was so easily tamed
by Dun that it was an embarrassment to her father’s name. Were they right?
Xiahou Dun rolled his eyes as his
cousin continued to preach about the promise of an attack on Guan Du with the usage
of explosives. They had been carrying on
a heated conversation about it from the time the small detachment passed under
the stone arch of the North gate of Xu Chang and it was doing nothing but
making him more agitated. He got the
weird feeling that someone was trying to stare a hole through his back and
turned around to check on the forces behind him. To his surprise his wife was indeed staring
at him. Damn, they aren’t kidding when they say your other senses get sharper
when one is diminished. She looked
lost in thought and he narrowed his eye at her.
What the hell was wrong now?
Ling Qi snapped out of her momentary
reflections and looked at Dun’s curious eye.
He must have just considered her to be bored because he quickly returned
to his discussion with his cousin.
Thankfully he was not a very talkative man however Zhang Liao was. Soon they would be reunited and he would
undoubtedly have questions and he had that uncanny ability to tell when she was
lying. Somehow after Xia Pi he had
developed all of the most irritating paternal instincts that a rebellious
teenager despised: Advice, thought-provoking statements and the omnipotent blank
stare that knocked the foundation out from underneath all lies. He was getting very good at it and considering
how much she was missing her father lately, it wasn’t going to be difficult to
break her down. Once again her eyes
looked up at the banner whipping in the wind behind Dun and closed her eyes. The name of her father would never again be
seen on the battlefield and the man responsible for that was within striking
distance. But it was now so much more
complicated than just simple revenge now wasn’t it? Opening her eyes again Ling focused on her
husband’s back. Why did she feel like
she had something to loose?
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Cao Ang sat
back in his chair and put his feet up on his desk, just to test his ability to
balance a chair without tipping it. Life
at Wan castle was possibly the most intensely boring experience of his life. At least when he was stuck listening to his
father drone on about the importance of morale or the inevitable discussion on
defense of key strongholds, he could interject some comments that would get a
reaction out of him. With no other
option but letter correspondence, he was at a loss for amusement. Sure, this is exactly what the old man
intended: isolation meant that he would have nothing to do but study and
perfect his composition by communicating via courier. That and screw the small passel of concubines
that were graciously left for him. It
was a painful course on how to become the next Cao Mengde, and he wasn’t about
to conform. The last thing the world
needed was a clone of his father. No
longer amused with his balancing act he set the chair back on the ground and
returned to his next masterpiece: a fine pointillism portrait of Dian Wei using
nothing but dried soybeans. He grinned
thinking about how pissed off his father’s lapdog would be when he saw his
image recreated in tasteless protein balls.
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Lord Chen
Hong looked over the plans for the fortification of the city of Guan
Du once more.
After he had offered his services to Yuan Shao months ago, he had
discovered that the rich lord had already secured himself the services of a
bright young strategist and his abilities were needed elsewhere. As much as he believed that defenses were
beneath him it was much better than socializing with the quirky strategist
Zhang He. Something was just not right with the young man. Perhaps it was this new generation; they all
seemed so headstrong and liberal.
As he made a few notes on the
positioning of archer reserves for the north wall he couldn’t help but think of
his brother, Chen Gong. When the messengers arrived to present the Lunar Spear
to Yuan Shao they had informed him of the casualties. Apparently his foolish brother had chosen
execution to surrender, but the younger Chen was always so idealistic. He had chosen his lord, and it was his duty
to accept the same fate when Lu Bu’s star faded. It was a pity, especially since Hong didn’t
believe his son-in-law to be worth it.
He had ignored good advice, time and time again, it finally caught up
with him and that was his own doing.
Then there was his granddaughter who surprised him. He anticipated her to react as Gong did;
accepting death more readily than submission, but instead the messengers
reported that she agreed to marry Cao Cao’s favorite cousin. Despite the intelligent move she was more
than likely going to ruin it by resorting to pathetic decisions that
characterized her father’s influence.
He wouldn’t be surprised if she was already dead, executed for
attempting to assassinate Cao Cao for his part in Lu Bu’s death. One way or another it wouldn’t matter very
much in a few days.
The Wei army was approaching and
would soon reunite for an assault on Guan Du.
Yuan Shao’s force was much smaller than Cao Cao’s army, however they has
the benefit of a heavily fortified city.
Cao Cao was more than welcome to throw away his numerical advantage by
assaulting them. Archers would decimate
their ranks and once they were weakened, Zhang He would reveal his offense
maneuvers and destroy them. If fate decided
against them, he had already determined to follow his younger brother’s example
and follow his lord into the afterlife.
As he thought about it again his hand began to shake and he was forced
to put the writing utensil down. If it
came to that then he would have to assist his daughter into the next world with
him and that notion never failed to rattle him.
When the time came, could he be strong for her sake?
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The calm
waters of the river lapped against the small rocks along the road as the army
marched past. Xiahou Yuan stood next to
his horse as the animal took a drink of the refreshing liquid. He couldn’t help but think about when they
were kids and had played in the river near Chang An, it was probably one of the
few times the cousins had all been together in one place.
“It’s cold.” A stocky little eight year old
squeaked as he touched the river with his bare toe.
“Won’t be when you’re in it.” A
grinning twelve year old Xiahou Dun picked up the younger boy and tossed him
into the calm waters.
Cao Cao, the eldest at fourteen,
laughed and hollered to his flailing cousin, “Don’t be such a baby Ren!”
“You next slim.” Dun kicked the
future lord off the little pier with his foot and chuckled to himself.
Yuan had been sitting under a tree
not all that far from the weathered planks of the pier, reluctant to shed his
clothes. He was at that point a very
pudgy child and at the ripe old age of ten he was becoming very self-conscious
about it. What momma had called baby
fat, wasn’t going away and it seemed like everyone noticed. He didn’t want to have his family start to
make fun of him like the other kids. The
whole swimming excursion was a bad idea.
Maybe he could just claim to have a stomach ache and go home.
“What’s wrong, Yuan?” Dun had
noticed him beginning to shirk away. He
was always so protective of him; it seemed that he couldn’t go five minutes
without checking to see where he was. It
was nice to know his big brother was never very far away, but it also became a
huge annoyance when he genuinely didn’t want to be noticed or wanted to be
alone. Lately the only reason he didn’t
want him around was because he had discovered the great combination of
watercolor pornography and masturbation, but that was beside the point. Right now, he didn’t want to have his fat
rolls exposed to the world.
“Nothing…I just don’t feel like swimming. That’s all.”
Dun came down the small pier as Cao Cao hovered around the support posts of the pier like a
shark. Cao Ren swam over and ruined the
ambush by latching onto Cao’s neck to try and tug him underneath the surface. The two proceeded to get into a splashing
match. “You seemed pretty damned excited
about it before.”
Yuan looked away. Dun could always read his face like a
book. “I just don’t want to.”
“It’s those goddamned kids again
isn’t it? They’ve been teasing you,
haven’t they? By god...I’ll set them
straight.”
“No…my stomach hurts!”
“You just changed your story three
times brother. You’re going to have to
pick a lie and stick to it if you ever plan on fooling mom and dad.” Dun
squatted down and ruffled his hair. “There’s nothing wrong with you. Don’t listen to that shit they say, they’re
uneducated street urchins. Common trash,
they’re just jealous.”
“I said it didn’t bother me!”
“No you just said you didn’t want to
swim and that you were sick. That’s a
whole new line. Come on, you can’t let
Ren drown Cao all by himself.”
“Okay.” Yuan smiled weakly and
watched Dun grin before running down the pier, leaping in the air and curling
into a ball to try and gain the upper hand in the splashing contest. The wave he created was the biggest so far
and easily unseated the clumsy Cao Ren from the lanky Cao Cao’s shoulders. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad, Yuan mused
as he took off his shirt.
“Hey look! Little piggy is going for
a swim!”
“Oink Oink!”
“Hey piggy! Don’t you want to roll
in the mud?”
Yuan turned and froze in horror as
the three bullies that had teased him in the market that morning came up and
pushed him over into the grass. He bit
his lip trying not to cry, and tried to crawl away to the safety of the
river. He felt the toe of one of the
boys kick him in the ass and the laughter rang across the river. Surely by now all of Chang An heard him being
taunted.
“Isn’t it a shame that the poor have
to make themselves feel better by picking on children?” Cao Cao’s adolescent
voice suddenly became a lot more masculine as emerged from the river.
“The only shame is that I have to
waste my time on these assholes again.” Dun growled as he charged out of the
water and wasted no time in delivering a swift punch to the stomach of the
closest boy.
It had been
that way for their entire childhood and even now Dun kept a close eye on his troop
movements. If he ever called for
reinforcements, he knew that Dun would be there: alone if necessary. It seems silly for his brother, only two
years his senior, to still be so protective of him as an adult but that was
just the way Dun was. If you were
family, then he was by your side till death.
The scouts
had reached them about an hour ago and notified them of the proximity of Cao Cao’s
unit. With the next five hours they
would join up with their king and finally return the army to its proper
commander. The scouts weren’t all that informative;
all they said was that Mengde only had one company with him. Cao Pi had instantly questioned the
intelligence of riding in front of three hundred men that had fought under Lu
Bu. Zhang Liao had taken offense at the
accusation and very quickly had vouched for the men that were now protecting
his father. Cao Pi could only respond
with a stutter, any proclamation from Zhang Liao was very forceful and
commanded respect.
Yuan sighed as he lifted himself back into the
saddle. He only hoped that when he saw
his brother again that he didn’t regret leaving him. No, Cao Cao knew what he was doing. As he turned back to the road he couldn’t
help but recall that it was the same ‘isolation method’ that Mengde had tried
on Cao Ang. Yuan frowned, he knew damned
well that his nephew saw through that tactic and was doing everything in his
power to ensure the attempt to ‘refine’ him would fail. Hopefully Ling Qi, although sharing some
of Ang’s character flaws, was not as
percept. But the beauty of strategy was
that no tactic used twice ever produced the same results. Please let that be the case. I
want him to be happy more than anything, I owe him that much.
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Cao Cao
noticed a cloud of dust being churned up in the distance. Curious about the approaching rider he began
to angle his horse towards a small slope that would carry him up the hill to an
overlook point. As anticipated, the
obnoxious young colt tossed his head and complained about the request. Cao Cao grunted, the horse’s antics were
becoming annoying, and he gave him a swift kick to encourage him to move. Instead of going forward Firestorm pulled his
head back to his neck and stopped.
Another kick only compelled the young stud to buck the emperor off.
Xiahou Dun
looked up as Cao Cao went flying over his mount’s head and slammed into the ground . In an instant Dun was off his horse and by his
lord’s side, Dian Wei not far behind.
“You alright?”
Cao Cao
brushed off the help and sat up. It had
been a good number of years since a horse had managed to toss him and it was definitely
not as easy to recover from now that he was older. He looked over as Ling Qi rushed over to the
horse to quiet him.
”A whole stable of great horses and I pick that one to ride into battle.”
Dian Wei
looked at Ling Qi as she inspected the horse’s mouth and the stud squealed a
protest. It hadn’t taken her very long
to notice his adjustments to his master’s tack.
As he looked back to his lord the messenger arrived and saluted.
“Lord Cao,
permission to report?”
Cao Cao
stood and dusted himself off, “Proceed.”
“Cao Zhi
sends his greetings and also wishes to inform you that they have made good
progress. By tomorrow they should be at the rendezvous point. He also wishes to pass on the news that Guo Jia died. Lord Cao Zhi
stopped in to visit and was informed that Master Guo
had died the day after you met with him.” The messenger looked away as Dian Wei
scrutinized him.
“Thank
you. Tell Cao Zhi that I appreciate the
information and that I will be looking forward to his arrival. Go on.” Cao Cao adjusted his hat and picked a
stick out of his goatee.
“Good news
always seems to travel with bad, doesn’t it?” Dun muttered and watched his wife
take off her beloved horse’s bridle. Was
she planning on setting him free?
“We should
sacrifice something in his honor tonight.
He was a good man, to lose him so early on in this war is a shame. History will not treat him with the respect
he deserves because of his untimely death.”
Ling Qi
came over and glared at Dian Wei. “Did you do this? There is no need to put such a harsh bit in
his mouth! He has never needed anything more than a twisted snaffle.” She held
the nasty looking ‘hedgehog’ bit up as proof of the man’s tampering.
“I took
corrective measures.” Dian Wei explained. “He was unruly, an unfit steed for
our lord.”
“If you
have a problem with me, don’t take it out on my horse! Or don’t you have the balls to face me?” Ling
Qi snapped.
Dun cocked
an eyebrow as the stallion rubbed his head against her back. No wonder he was tossing his head so much,
the barbs on the bit had chewed up his mouth enough to make him bleed. It was nice to see his wife getting riled up again;
he was beginning to think she was calming down too much. She was easier to get along with when she was
depressed, but he liked her feisty nature.
It was what had initially caught his eye and her insults usually were
amusing. But picking a fight with Dian
Wei wasn’t such a great idea. “Ling Qi, enough.”
“Maybe I
put that bit on the wrong nag.” Dian Wei stared into her eyes as he taunted
her.
Ling Qi
whipped the bridle into his chest. “Keep your masochistic sex toys out of my
horse’s mouth.”
“Your horse? “ Dian Wei made a ‘tsk tsk’
sound and then got an idea. “Actually, I do believe we were discussing a
sacrifice before you so rudely interrupted, Captain.”
Cao Cao
couldn’t hide his surprise. He had
already asked his subordinate to stop provoking his cousin’s wife; they had
been getting along so well that he didn’t need some fickle outburst to ruin
it. Yet here it was; a petty squabble
that was going to end up in a duel. “Ziman…”
“How better
to honor the great Guo Jia than to offer up such a valuable item?” Dian Wei
asked grinning sinisterly at the young woman in front of him. She stared back with a cold emotionless stare
that was usually seen from a more seasoned fighter.
Ling Qi
ground her teeth and turned to Cao Cao, “Sir, I’d like to make you an offer.”
Cao Cao
blinked and glanced over at Dun who was watching the confrontation without a
smidge of emotion. “I’m not going to sacrifice the horse.”
“Sir, I
want my horse back and I’m willing to trade something for him.”
Dian Wei
snickered, “Such a little whore, just like your daddy used to like.”
Cao Cao
shot the bald man an agitated sneer.
Enough was enough. “Ling Qi, in my army everything is earned.”
“I’ll get
you the Qiaos.”
Dian Wei
scoffed, “Don’t waste his time with promises you can’t deliver.”
“What do
you have against them?” Dun spoke up. He
knew she never acted so spontaneously unless spurred by some emotion, that much
he had managed to figure out in their brief time together.
“I have a
score to settle.” She replied.
“Elaborate.”
Dun said flatly.
“They were
under my watch when the hyperactive Sun kid and his egocentric sidekick stole
them.” She looked into his dark eyes and saw his lack of acceptance of her explanation. “That and they piss me off.”
Cao Cao
thought about it. As much as he’d love
to include two incredibly beautiful women into his already extensive
collection, they were married to Sun Ce and Zhou Yu. By taking them, it would be an official
declaration of war. “We are not at war
with Wu, so how do you intend to capture them?”
“I’ll wait
until we do go to war with them. I may
not be a strategist, but I do see the true motive behind attacking Yuan
Shao. He has a good size army and a lot
of funding. We defeat him and you
acquire more men and the means to hire the rest that you need. Besides Sun Jian is the only one in the way
after Yuan Shao is disposed of, isn’t he?
We all know they are a target, so when we do go fight them I will take
them for you.”
“How?” Dun
asked.
“Just ride
in and take them.” She shrugged. “Nothing complicated. No one ever expects you to just charge
through their lines to the main camp.”
“That’s why
you need your horse and the Lunar Spear.”
“Exactly.”
Dun nodded. As insane as it was, it would work. Even if she broke through the lines, no one
would pursue. What harm could a lone
warrior do, especially a woman? Then
there was the fact that she’d be voluntarily submerging herself in the enemy
army. They would never even give her a
second thought. “Even if you don’t fuck
the life out of them, they’d be worthwhile negotiating tools.” Dun looked at
the gleam in his cousin’s eye. But you
want to fuck them.
“Then I will hold you to your
word, my dear. Take your horse back, we
can’t have the wife of Xiahou Dun riding to battle on a nag anyhow.” Cao Cao
watched her face light up as she turned and lead her horse away. “It is amazing what the Lus will do for a horse.”
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