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 23
Battle of Guan Du
“I cannot thank you enough, Lord Yuan. Cao Cao will end up a tyrant, just like Dong
Zhuo, if we do not put an end to him soon.
I have seen his methods and they are ruthless.” Liu Bei said, and then flashed his most
sincere smile. “I am honored to be of
assistance to you.”
“You forget that Mengde and I used to be friends.” Yuan Shao
sighed and sipped at his tea. “Long time ago.”
“Hardly, he did suggest you for command at Hu Luo gate! I too used to be quite friendly with him, but
his moods are like night and day. We are
simply obstacles on his path to conquering the land.”
“How quickly he turns on those who threaten him.” Yuan Shao
sighed. “He will not succeed against out superior numbers, especially now that
you have joined us Xuande.”
“As a loyal servant of the Han…I cannot allow him to
continue on this path.” Liu Bei sipped
his tea once more and thought about the man they were discussing. Truth be told he admired Cao Cao; the man was
incomparable but also a master of deceit.
He now feared him and rightly so, the former comrade in arms had sent
out units to try and hunt him down. He
had escaped, but at what cost! Guan Yu
had been captured along with his family.
Would he ever see his brother again?
Xxxxx
Yu Jin stood calm and collected as the enemy general, Yan
Liang, tore through his lines. His men
looked to him as a slew of arrows embedded themselves in the matted grass
around them and the Wei general noticed the look of despair in the eyes of the
new recruits and frowned. Without making
a move to avoid the projectiles flying around him, Yu Jin spoke. “Send a messenger to Lord Cao and inform him
that Yan Liang is attacking at Li Yang.”
A courier appeared, also unfazed by the havoc around
them. A veteran of many campaigns, Fei
Yan was the general’s favorite courier.
Fast and reliable, fearless and determined, he never failed to deliver
his message. The gruff old soldier bowed
before his commander, today would be no exemption. “Anything else sir?”
“That will be all.” Yu Jin nodded as the man saluted and
galloped away. “Regroup and push them
back. I want to roll out a red carpet
when our lord arrives and if it must be made of blood, so be it.”
Xxxxx
Lu Ling Qi made her way through the Wei camp slowly, pausing
every few feet to get a deep breath. The
wound was impeding her progress and she was getting frustrated with
herself. Pain was never an issue for a
real warrior! Did her father let wounds
stop him? No, he never even stopped to
bandage them. Did Dun let his wound stop
him from fighting? No…so how could she
nurse a wound and still be worthy of either man? Her watery eyes looked around, worried that
Zhen Ji may have managed to alert the guards somehow. No, the woman was more than likely still unconscious. It was doubtful a lady like her had ever felt
the impact of an uppercut. Foolish
bitch, who the hell did she think she was?
Only an idiot would try to use a wind instrument to contain a Lu! She hated that aristocratic whore more and
more each day, her arrogant attitude…her pretty face….her proper ladylike
manners…everything about her was sickening.
Ling smirked; she had taught her a lesson.
A few sentries passed by and she gave them an authoritative
glare. Both men saluted and continued on
their way, not commenting on her presence in the main camp or her unfashionably
long cape. Unable to walk all the way
back to her own tent, she had to settle with rummaging in Cao Cao’s trunk for
more clothing. Her top had been ripped
and she needed something to cover up the damage, as well as hide her bandage,
all she could find was a royal blue cape that looked more ceremonial than
functional. Stealing the King’s clothes
seemed like a bad idea, but considering she was going to return it and her
orders from said King were to protect his half-blind cousin…it didn’t seem half
as bad. The cape however was heavy and
way too long for her. She sighed.
Perhaps having Lady Zhen tied to his bed would put him in a better
mood. She let a wicked smile cross her face,
that had been a nice touch.
Realizing that she was only stalling, Ling took a deep
breath and continued on her journey to the stables where her horse
awaited….along with the daunting task of saddling him and lifting herself into
the saddle. Why did she have to get
hurt?
Xxx
The Wrath of Heaven fell on one more victim, clearing a path
for the Wei lord. He urged his favorite
stallion, Shadowless through the maze of bodies that lie before them. The stud snorted and began to prance, easily
caught up in the excitement of the moment.
Cao Cao sheathed his weapon and patted the animal on the neck; there
really was no replacement for the black stallion. Firestorm may be the son of Red Hare but he
lacked the experience of a veteran warhorse and he had to admit, he was happy
to see the animal back in the hands of his owner; they had strikingly similar
personalities and only a handful of people could tolerate them.
“Enjoying the scenery?”
A wry smile crept across Cao Cao’s face. “Yu Jin, I thought you’d have Li Yang secured
by now!”
“Been sitting on my ass so long in Xu Chang, I thought it
would be nice to savor the moment.” Yu
Jin approached his lord, snapping off a smart salute.
Cao Cao gave the officer a wide grin. Yu Jin had been with him since the beginning
and he could count quite a few times when they had fought side by side…long
before he was King of anything. In fact
Yu Jin joined him when he was fleeing from Luo Yang after a failed attempt on
Dong Zhuo’s life. One thing never
changed, Yu Jin always remained composed no matter what the situation. “Xun Yu
advises me to pull back to Guan Du, the city has fallen….only a few reserve
forces were there to defend it.”
“I’m surprised at you Mengde.” Yu Jin said straight-faced.
“I didn’t think anyone actually listened to Xun Yu…or were you in need of a
self-esteem boost?”
“I should make him a diplomat….he’d bore the enemy into
submission.”
“But like the great phoenix you soar above the heavens and
digest your prey…dropping your mythical avian creature shit upon your enemies
and fertilizing the land for when you eventually seize it.” Yu Jin snorted.
“That guy is so full of shit.”
Cao Cao cackled and slapped Yu Jin on the shoulder. “Come old friend; let’s make ready to feint
across the river.”
xxxx
Chen Hong dodged down a hallway as the first wave of Wei
soldiers began scouring the city. He
hobbled down the small passage into the kitchen, his old and weary legs no
longer capable of running away. He
slipped into another small corridor, a servant’s route to the well outside, and
made his way back to his daughter’s quarters.
Fate had been cruel to him, giving him the makings of something great
only to never be given the opportunity to make something of it. Somewhat like giving a farmer fertile lands
and the finest seed to plant, then never allowing it to rain or seating it
underneath a volcano. He gripped his
sword in his hand and took a deep breath before entering Mei’s room….there was
one last duty he still had to perform.
Chen Mei looked up as her father entered. “I’m finished packing papa.” She pointed to the stack of luggage in the
corner and smiled. “I hear a commotion;
hopefully they aren’t stirring up too much dust? I knew I should have worn this saffron
dress! It will get so dirty outside,
even for the briefest moment!”
The elder Chen kissed his daughter on the forehead,
lingering longer than he had intended.
Thankfully she didn’t think much of it.
He thought back to the day he watched Lu Fengxian marry his beloved
daughter…and the hopes he had then. As
time passed it because evident that Lu Bu’s ambition would undo him, if he
could have only been a loyal servant to his masters! The glory, the riches…everything would have
been his. The fool, he had to get greedy
and destroy it all.
“Papa?”
“I got you a present…” Hong choked and handed her a small
box. She turned to the window to get
some better light. “I love you Mei…I
always have done what I thought best for you.”
“Of course papa! Oh…so beautiful! It will match my dress perfectly!”
Hong raised his weapon as she unclasped her old necklace and
bent her head forward to untangle it from her hair. She left herself exposed for his merciful
blow. Choking back tears, Chen Hong
ensured that his daughter would not suffer the humiliation of defeat.
xxxxxxxxxx
Xiahou Dun raced forward, unaware that he was deep in enemy
territory and his bodyguards were a quarter of a mile back. He was on foot, attacking everything that
moved. He had heard Xu Huang yelling at
him, “You’re in too deep! Pull back!”, but he ignored him. He wasn’t interested in logical moves at the
moment, however as he got closer to the gate, the men kept coming and he was
getting bogged down.
Xu Huang galloped up, clearing out men. “Dun, god dammit! What
the hell are you doing?”
“Killing.” Sweat dripped down his forehead and into his
eye. He blinked away the momentary
visual impediment and hacked into another man
“Pull back to our lines.
You need to advance with the men!” The axe-wielding general spun his
mount around and cleared out a few more men.
He knew he didn’t have to authority to order Dun to do anything, but he
hoped his audacious actions would snap the man out of his drive to kill every
last man himself.
“They’re veterans, they’ll be fine.”
“General, please!”
Xiahou Mao wove his horse through the mess of bodies and
approached his father. He paused before
making his announcement. “Sir…”
“Fuck off kid, if you know what’s good for you.”
Mao sincerely wished he could. “I think you’ll want to hear this.”
“What!” Dun wheeled around and pointed his blade at his
adopted son. “What is so goddamned
important?”
“Ling is here….looking for you.”
“What?”
xxxxxxx
Zhang Liao’s brisk strides easy outpaced the bodyguards
assigned to him. He was perfectly aware
that Chen Hong was in command of the defenses in the city and was going to
ensure Ling’s last remaining relatives got fair treatment from the men. So far they were behaving well, taking up
defensive positions and securing the prisoners….but he needed to quickly
determine if anything of value was inside the walls of the palace. No thief would break ranks now to find a prize;
they would wait until the battle was the main focus then slip away. He looked around, trying to take note of any rooms
that looked important. Most were empty;
the enemy had time to prepare for the siege.
Now that they were inside of the castle it was obvious this was a
diversion. He was perturbed by this. If they were going to give up a fortified
city….they had plans for getting back into it.
The enemy was out there across the field, but the mountains easily hid
their numbers. Something wasn’t right.
Liao’s thoughts were put aside as he noticed some luggage
sitting in the hallway. He recognized
those bags and baskets all too well. How
many times had he been forced to carry them and help Fengxian load those boxes
of clothes onto a carriage? What human
being needed that much clothing? Ling
could be very picky about her looks when she wanted to be, but she never was as
bad as her mother. Liao sighed and
walked around the stack of boxes and noticed the door open a crack. He knocked gently and called out, “Lord Chen,
its General Zhang I’d like to escort you and Lady Chen to safety.” He paused and waited. “Lady Chen?”
He pushed the door open and looked around. Slowly he rested his spear on the ground and
let his shoulders slump. There before
him lay the headless Lady Chen and her father with a sword in his chest. Liao shook his head and walked between the two
bodies, he was not surprised at all by this scene. Instead of lingering on the corpses, his eyes
scoured the room for anything he might be able to salvage. There on the dresser was a familiar necklace and
he grabbed it. She had just taken off a
jade pendant that Fengxian had given her for her birthday in favor of the new
one now stained with blood in her hand.
Liao stared at the necklace, recalling a simpler time, and tucked it
away in his tunic. He calmly walked out
of the room and noticed his bodyguards staring at him. “See if you can find someone to tend to
them…a simple burial before things get too hectic.”
“Of course sir.”
Xxxxx
“Ling you stupid fucking woman! What the hell is wrong with
you?”
Ling turned her horse’s head around towards the sound of the
voice. She had already learned that
turning her body to look at people was painful, however asking her horse to
move in that direction saved her the agony.
She was happy to hear him, even if he was furious. “Dun?”
“Get your ass back to camp!”
Firestorm turned and she finally saw him. Angry, covered with splotches of blood and
racing towards her, Xiahou Dun was a welcome sight. “I am supposed to fight with you and I will!”
“Bullshit!”
Xiahou Mao caught up with his father and debated whether or
not he should interfere. He knew all too
well what a lecture from Xiahou Dun was like and he didn’t envy her. He had been berated for merely making stupid
decisions...never anything this severe.
He wisely kept his mouth shut.
“You selfish goddamned bitch! Don’t you dare try and pass this off as
something for me! You fucking pity me
and think I can’t protect myself.”
“Selfish? I’m doing
my duty...” She let the words trail off as he smashed a crate and caused her
horse to jump. Pain rocked through her
and she did her best to suppress the wince.
“You’re endangering your life for your stupid pride, how is
that not selfish?” He pointed his finger at her. “And not just your life, my
child’s life too! You’re ignoring your
duty as a wife and mother just so you can live out your ridiculous dreams of
being like your daddy. Just like your
worthless father, throwing away your family to find glory.”
Mao’s mouth dropped open.
He looked up at Ling who was now showing the confusion that signified she
had picked up on the mention of her pregnancy.
This wasn’t the place to tell her that! Not like this! He felt like he was witnessing a catastrophe
happen as his father destroyed two months of progress with a simple tirade.
“Mother…child? What
are you talking about? I’m supposed to
stay way from the field just because you suddenly want children? Why should I be left behind because of
something that might happen years down the line? That isn’t going to scare me off Dun! You don’t even want children!” Ling snorted indignantly. He was stressed if he was throwing such weak
accusations at her.
“Might happen? HA!”
Dun let his rage carry forward with the momentum he had going, ignoring the vigorously
shaking head of Mao. “You’ve been
pregnant for two goddamned months and never knew it! Gods help us both when you become a mother
and have to take care of the kid. How
the hell could you not know that?
Something’s growing inside of you and you can’t tell?”
Ling would have brushed his comments off if it wasn’t for
Mao standing off to the side doing his damnedest to get his father’s attention. Flagging his hands in the universal signal of
‘No!’ she let Dun’s words sink in.
“What? I can’t be pregnant! You took care of that! You did…didn’t you?”
The panicked pitch of her voice brought his fury to a
grinding halt. In a split second the noise of the battlefield was nothing but
silence, as his entire consciousness was focused on her. Nothing was happening at that moment, save
what was going on between them. “Ling…”
“You got me pregnant!?!?!”
“It was an accident.”
“Accident!?” She
squeaked, her nerves choking the words in her throat before they could be
voiced. “Two months….you did it on our wedding night. You wanted to claim your prize…you didn’t care
about anything else. You asshole.”
“You never objected!”
“What choice did I have?
You married me! I would have done
anything to avoid thinking about my father’s head on the ground….you …you would
have forced me to anyway! I wasn’t going
to let you have that satisfaction!”
“I didn’t want this.
I never have lied to you, so believe me or don’t.” He looked around and noticed Xu Huang had set
fire to a supply wagon. Things were
getting heated and there was no time for this discussion. “Just get back to camp. You’re in no condition to be out here.”
Ling started to say something then stopped. It couldn’t be true! Then he reached for her hand….and she
promptly pulled away from him. He gave
her a brief agitated squint before storming off.
“Mao, take her back to camp and make sure she stays there.”
He called back then continued down the slope.
She’d calm down later…damn his temper.
That wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
Ling ground her teeth. “I’ll find my way back, hopefully you
forget yours.”
Dun resisted the urge to turn back and fire off another
insult. It suddenly struck him how happy
he should have been to see her alive and moving around…instead he started
yelling. No, it had been the right decision;
he couldn’t go condoning her actions.
She needed to be somewhere safe, she couldn’t defend herself. Any kind words would have made her want to
stay…and his harsh statements had driven her away. He’d deal with it later;
there was no going back now. Dammit Dun, why the hell did you have to blurt
out that shit about the baby?
“Ling…” Mao watched her gaze turn to him; that damned Lu Bu
look! “He only gets nasty like that when
he’s worried…you have to believe me. You
didn’t see him when he thought he was going to lose you. You have no idea how much happier he’s been
now that you’re with him.”
“Yeah, that’s what I heard.” She muttered sarcastically and
turned her horse around. Her eyes fell
on the city of Guan Du and the flag
of Wei fluttering from the north gate. Then
she saw another guidon….Liao’s.
Mao stood on the hill and watched the two head in separate
directions. He felt utterly helpless…and
knowing how they genuinely felt for each other made it all so much worse. Nothing could be done now; the opportunity
had passed to handle the situation right.
Not that either one would have chosen that path, it made them too
vulnerable. They would go their separate ways and fume all damned day,
converging at night to rip into each other again. This time Ling would be prepared and it wouldn’t
be a one sided assault, however next time he’d have help. He swung himself into the saddle and trotted
after Ling. Next time he’d have his
crafty uncles and the equally stubborn Zhang Liao on his side and wouldn’t have
to stand there with his mouth hanging open.
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