10.
They stood upon the hill, in front of the battlefield. Zhou Que looked over the battlefield, something seemed familiar. It was the same hill he stood upon a couple of months ago. He looked over the battlefield, and he saw ruins of the houses that were burned a few months ago. A feeling of hatred barreled up within him, he could use that feeling in battle. "Alright, this is it men." Sun Quan suddenly spoke. "Here we will fight, and avenge our former lord and my father!" Sun Quan shouted. The soldiers yelled.
They started their assault upon the enemy base camp. However, they were hold up. A group of soldiers were standing about a 100 meters before the gates. One man was leading them. He had a grin on his face. "Alright boys, let's show them what we've got." Zhou Que observed the man. He seemed to enjoy battle more than anything. He didn't wear any chest armor, and he had tattoos all over his chest. He also wore a rope around his chest, bells attached to it. His blonde hair looked a bit like a lions mane, only then longer. As he fought, he used a sickle. He had a chain attached to his sickle. Probably so he had a greater reach, Zhou Que thought. The man looked at Zhou Que. "What are you looking at? Fight me instead!" He ran towards Zhou Que. "He then stood still, grinning. "Hear the bells? Then you know your time is up!" Zhou Que didn't say anything. He unsheathed his sword. He saw the man looking at his sword. He could use this distraction to launch the first hit. And he did, the man was surprised by this sudden attack. But he blocked the attack and redeemed himself. "Hmm…" He muttered. "You might be worth my time." He then rolled to the right and swung his sickle to Zhou Que, who dodged the attack, but then the man pulled the sickle back, causing Zhou Que to fall on his back. Zhou Que flipped on his feet, only to block yet another attack. The man swung his sickle horizontally, so it was only logic that Zhou Que blocked vertically. But as the weapons made contact, the sickle wrapped around Zhou Que's blade. The man laughed, as he pulled his weapon back to disarm Zhou Que. Zhou Que however saw all of this through and attacked the man. He got extra power because the man pulled his weapon away. The man, totally taken by surprise, yelled and rolled aside, but lost his weapon on the way. Zhou Que then threw the sickle on the ground. The man, still on his knees, smiled. "Haha, I've haven't had such a good fight in weeks. You truly are something aren't you?" Zhou Que, surprised by this reaction, thought of something. "What's your name?"he said. The man looked up, "I am Gan Ning of the bells," he said with pride. "Well then Gan Ning,you aren't so bad either, if you surrender now, we might even let you join us." Gan Ning looked at Zhou Que, "I prefer to just join you. Surrender is such a heavy word. And I still have my pride, of course." Zhou Que smiled. "Then fight with us to bring down Huang Zu."
"Alright then, let's have some real fun!" Gan Ning said. "I can get us into the main base. Let me handle this." Gan Ning ran towards the gates. "I am Gan Ning, I've come to consult with general Huang Zu! Open the gates!" The gates slowly opened. "Alright guys! We're with Wu now, let's kill Huang Zu!" Everyone ran inside. Sun Quan ran towards Zhou Que. "What's going on Zhou Que? Why are they fighting Huang Zu?" Zhou Que smiled. "It appears we have ourselves a new ally." Sun Quan smiled. "I don't know how you did it, but anyone who helps is welcome." He ran back. Zhou Que ran through the gates. Then he noticed all the archers in the center of the palace. That wasn't exactly what he hoped for. But then the archers suddenly turned around, screaming and running. And the Zhou Que knew it. Zhou Yu came through.
Zhou Yu ran towards Zhou Que. "We can handle it here! You must go and kill Huang Zu!" Zhou Que looked into the main tent of the camp. He saw Zhou Tai sprinting towards it, killing everyone in his path. "I don't think that will be necessary, Zhou Tai is already there." And right as he looked back, he saw Zhou Tai walk out of the tent. Sheathing his sword dramatically, as he always did at the end of a battle. The battle was already over.