It's been a month since I last updated in this fanfic. I hope it doesn't
take me so long to update next time. I know you guys have been waiting for
the next chapter. Thank you very much to : Wyle-CornFlake, infernal, Sue,
Jeanine, ToughSpirit, Mewing Snowball, Khmer Girl, aiteane, kristy, Amb3r
and Luanne.
Chapter 11: Bright Ideas Always Make The Best Plans
The large and sturdy buildings surrounding the Imperial palace were finally at sight from the entrance of the majestic city.
"Victory lies in our hands," Wuzhumuxin announced, cleaning the sweat on his enlarged forehead, "It's just too simple."
His men laughed and cheered triumphantly. Wuzhumuxin turned to one of his subordinates asking, "Any ideas to fool the citizens so we can get to the Imperial Palace without being recognized?"
The man placed a hand under his chin, and pulled his beard. If they went straight to the palace without a mask to conceal their Mongolian traits, they would be discovered right away and probably stopped by the guards before reaching the palace. "We can always dress like concubines, it would be easier to reach the emperor like that," the man suggested. Honestly, he lacked of imagination, he was too bad at thinking that he had to copy Mulan's idea.
The Huns shared a few seconds of laughter.
Wuzhumuxin shouted fiercely, "You idiots! Have some respect for my brother!" It made him really angry to be reminded of the way his older brother had been defeated. The truth was pathetic and he felt ashamed that a man of such power like the great Shan Yu was so easily defeated by a small and skinny woman with guts. He turned his back on his men and walked away to be alone. Wuzhumuxin let out a sigh and muttered, "I will kill her for you." Then he chuckled, "and I will prove that I was always better than you.powerful and stronger." He shook his head.
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Tanni's neighbor and old man, (about seventy something years old) gladly accepted to lend his horse to the General. It was something about the villagers there; they were very friendly and generous, especially to the soldiers. They were always disposed for charity.
Shang was very grateful to these people, the only problem was that the horse was very skinny and had little energy. So he was having a hard time with that horse, which kept making stops and refused to go on, unless he would slap his butt with the reigns. Still the horse wasn't going to stop him from going after Fa Mulan. Shang had learned a valuable lesson from this wonderful woman: Never give up. For as hopeless as things get, there's always something new to try out and work things out.
"Come on," Shang said through gritted teeth, pressing his heels hard on the horse's ribs.
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The news that the Huns had crossed the border that marked the limits between China and Mongolia was spread among the villagers like a virus. The tension in the Imperial City increased each day that went by. Everyone was aware of every move in the city and most of them panicked. The streets and market place weren't as crowded as they usually were for the people feared that maybe the barbarians could attack sooner or later. They had no choice, except for waiting. Wait and hope that the Imperial Soldiers would return triumphant and victoriously.
Children didn't go out and play with their friends; they stayed at home instead being under their mothers' care all day.
By sunset, most of the citizens were already at home with doors locked and everything. Just a few merchants risked their lives to keep food on the table. And curious people who wandered out the streets.
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After eating his dinner, the emperor disposed to have some sleep. He left the dining room and headed towards his bedroom.
The moment he was taking off his yellow hat he heard a knock on the door. No one was supposed to bother his highness when the doors of his rooms were locked. The old man thought it must be about something of great importance, and off he went to open the door. It had to be something important; otherwise, the person who was disturbing his majesty would surely receive his or her punishment.
Slowly, the weary man opened the door for the years had forced him to move slowly and carefully. He was getting old and weak. Before he could take a look at the intruder, he was pushed violently to the ground landing hard and feeling his bones ache with the pain.
The emperor tried to get up, but the intruder knocked him on the ground and put pressure with his strong hands around his neck. He could hardly breathe and think. His highness was too weak to fight against the mighty evil Hun, Shan Yu's brother.
"I believe we haven't met before," said Wuzhumuxin loosening the grip on the emperor's neck.
The old man narrowed his small eyes at his enemy. How could he manage to get into the palace? "What do you want from me?" The emperor demanded in a serene voice, "Who are you?"
Wuzhumuxin broke into laughter and stood up knowing the emperor was too weak to fight back. "I am Wuzhumuxin, brother of Shan Yu and leader of the Huns," He scratched his head, "I think there's no need to answer the first question." He took out his sword and pointed towards the emperor's chest.
His majesty swallowed hard revealing he feared to die by the hands of a Mongolian. Drops of sweat ran through his features, yet he tried to look calmed and not panic, because it would only give Wuzhumuxin more advantage over him than he already had.
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The Imperial palace was surrounded by Huns. No one dared to go near because of them.
Fa Mulan arrived riding her horse making the least noise possible to avoid being spotted. She had to think of a way to get inside. First of all she completely put aside the idea of getting dressed like a concubine, for the sake of her own dignity and besides, they wouldn't buy it this time, unless they were too stupid to fall into her trap once again. Inside her head, plenty ideas drifted inside; lots of choices but only one of them would be perfect to fulfill her plans.
Mushu was starting to complain that Mulan should've gone with someone else and that it was too dangerous for her (somehow he reminded her of her father). "Mulan," Mushu pretended to be serious for an instant, "You must wait for the other soldiers."
She cut him off, "We don't have much time. I think I can count with you."
Mushu nodded. "There's just one problem here," he went on, "There's only three of us." Khan glared at the dragon. "Oh, yes, and counting the cow here, we're four. The point is that we are not enough to kill those barbarians. There's like ten of them against the four of us. What if they have other forces hidden in the city?"
"Shang said they weren't that much," She replied, "Besides, we can work out a plan that will succeed."
"Ok, but if anything happens to you, your ancestors will kick my butt out of the shrine and Fa family forever. Just a mistake and." He made a sigh showing they would cut his head off.
"If something happens to me, it won't be your fault. I made my choice long ago, and I decided to be a warrior," Mulan said, "You know I'm just a server for my country. I'd give my life to bring peace if it's necessary." Her words were wise, but not quite convincing to Mushu; she meant so much to him and to her family, that the idea of simply letting her go and risk her precious life was inconceivable. "Let's not waste more time, we must attack them."
"All right!" Mushu agreed cheerfully, "Let's kick some hunnie buns!"
Smiling and winking an eye at him Mulan announced, "I've got a plan."
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Five Mongolians stood in the front door of the palace, where the Imperial guards had been. Suddenly, they heard a wild scream nearby.
"What was that?" One of them asked.
"I bet Wuzhumuxin has already killed the emperor," another one replied with an evil look on his face.
"No, it sounds like a maniac that is not faraway from here," a third one suggested.
"We better go and find out what the hell was that."
Right then, a red scrawny thing passed in front of them rapidly. It passed them so fast that not one of them seemed to give much importance to the creature and decided to ignore it.
Three Huns stayed guarding the door while the other two went to search for the maniac who screamed previously. They started to talk at each other and when they finally shut their mouths, they heard a mysterious voice say, "Fools." It was low and soft as a whisper but loud and clear to reach their ears.
They looked at each other confused, tried to guess where did that voice come from and seeing there was no one but them there they shrugged all at once.
"You are not guarding the gardens," the voice said.
"Impossible, of course someone is making sure no one gets through the gardens."
"I was there a few minutes ago," The voice continued, "And the so called guard you left in charge was fast asleep."
"Show yourself!" The tallest of them commanded walking forward.
Mushu and Cri-kee were hiding behind one of the statues embellishing the stairs and entrance.
"I do what I please, you fool," the voice replied. By this time, the three Huns were approaching to the statue. "You will not see me for I do not wish to be seen."
"What the hell are you?" One Hun demanded as he started to prepare his sword to attack.
"I don't want to tell you!" Mushu screamed and ran down the stairs as quick as possible with Cri-kee hopping next to him.
The three Huns chased after them. Being little was a great advantage, Mushu was so fast they couldn't reach him.
While they were busy trying to kill the dragon, Mulan ran up the stairs. They spotted her, and one of them ran after her. She managed to reach the door before her chaser and get inside. She closed the door hard and he hit his head and fainted.
As the two Huns kept running after Mushu down the stairs, the one in front slipped and fell down thrusting the sword through his stomach. The tip of the sword came out on his back. This gave Mushu the advantage to get away and disappear into the darkness. The Hun learned a very valuable lesson: Never run through the stairs carrying a sword. Too bad that he learned the lesson very late.
Chapter 11: Bright Ideas Always Make The Best Plans
The large and sturdy buildings surrounding the Imperial palace were finally at sight from the entrance of the majestic city.
"Victory lies in our hands," Wuzhumuxin announced, cleaning the sweat on his enlarged forehead, "It's just too simple."
His men laughed and cheered triumphantly. Wuzhumuxin turned to one of his subordinates asking, "Any ideas to fool the citizens so we can get to the Imperial Palace without being recognized?"
The man placed a hand under his chin, and pulled his beard. If they went straight to the palace without a mask to conceal their Mongolian traits, they would be discovered right away and probably stopped by the guards before reaching the palace. "We can always dress like concubines, it would be easier to reach the emperor like that," the man suggested. Honestly, he lacked of imagination, he was too bad at thinking that he had to copy Mulan's idea.
The Huns shared a few seconds of laughter.
Wuzhumuxin shouted fiercely, "You idiots! Have some respect for my brother!" It made him really angry to be reminded of the way his older brother had been defeated. The truth was pathetic and he felt ashamed that a man of such power like the great Shan Yu was so easily defeated by a small and skinny woman with guts. He turned his back on his men and walked away to be alone. Wuzhumuxin let out a sigh and muttered, "I will kill her for you." Then he chuckled, "and I will prove that I was always better than you.powerful and stronger." He shook his head.
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Tanni's neighbor and old man, (about seventy something years old) gladly accepted to lend his horse to the General. It was something about the villagers there; they were very friendly and generous, especially to the soldiers. They were always disposed for charity.
Shang was very grateful to these people, the only problem was that the horse was very skinny and had little energy. So he was having a hard time with that horse, which kept making stops and refused to go on, unless he would slap his butt with the reigns. Still the horse wasn't going to stop him from going after Fa Mulan. Shang had learned a valuable lesson from this wonderful woman: Never give up. For as hopeless as things get, there's always something new to try out and work things out.
"Come on," Shang said through gritted teeth, pressing his heels hard on the horse's ribs.
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The news that the Huns had crossed the border that marked the limits between China and Mongolia was spread among the villagers like a virus. The tension in the Imperial City increased each day that went by. Everyone was aware of every move in the city and most of them panicked. The streets and market place weren't as crowded as they usually were for the people feared that maybe the barbarians could attack sooner or later. They had no choice, except for waiting. Wait and hope that the Imperial Soldiers would return triumphant and victoriously.
Children didn't go out and play with their friends; they stayed at home instead being under their mothers' care all day.
By sunset, most of the citizens were already at home with doors locked and everything. Just a few merchants risked their lives to keep food on the table. And curious people who wandered out the streets.
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After eating his dinner, the emperor disposed to have some sleep. He left the dining room and headed towards his bedroom.
The moment he was taking off his yellow hat he heard a knock on the door. No one was supposed to bother his highness when the doors of his rooms were locked. The old man thought it must be about something of great importance, and off he went to open the door. It had to be something important; otherwise, the person who was disturbing his majesty would surely receive his or her punishment.
Slowly, the weary man opened the door for the years had forced him to move slowly and carefully. He was getting old and weak. Before he could take a look at the intruder, he was pushed violently to the ground landing hard and feeling his bones ache with the pain.
The emperor tried to get up, but the intruder knocked him on the ground and put pressure with his strong hands around his neck. He could hardly breathe and think. His highness was too weak to fight against the mighty evil Hun, Shan Yu's brother.
"I believe we haven't met before," said Wuzhumuxin loosening the grip on the emperor's neck.
The old man narrowed his small eyes at his enemy. How could he manage to get into the palace? "What do you want from me?" The emperor demanded in a serene voice, "Who are you?"
Wuzhumuxin broke into laughter and stood up knowing the emperor was too weak to fight back. "I am Wuzhumuxin, brother of Shan Yu and leader of the Huns," He scratched his head, "I think there's no need to answer the first question." He took out his sword and pointed towards the emperor's chest.
His majesty swallowed hard revealing he feared to die by the hands of a Mongolian. Drops of sweat ran through his features, yet he tried to look calmed and not panic, because it would only give Wuzhumuxin more advantage over him than he already had.
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The Imperial palace was surrounded by Huns. No one dared to go near because of them.
Fa Mulan arrived riding her horse making the least noise possible to avoid being spotted. She had to think of a way to get inside. First of all she completely put aside the idea of getting dressed like a concubine, for the sake of her own dignity and besides, they wouldn't buy it this time, unless they were too stupid to fall into her trap once again. Inside her head, plenty ideas drifted inside; lots of choices but only one of them would be perfect to fulfill her plans.
Mushu was starting to complain that Mulan should've gone with someone else and that it was too dangerous for her (somehow he reminded her of her father). "Mulan," Mushu pretended to be serious for an instant, "You must wait for the other soldiers."
She cut him off, "We don't have much time. I think I can count with you."
Mushu nodded. "There's just one problem here," he went on, "There's only three of us." Khan glared at the dragon. "Oh, yes, and counting the cow here, we're four. The point is that we are not enough to kill those barbarians. There's like ten of them against the four of us. What if they have other forces hidden in the city?"
"Shang said they weren't that much," She replied, "Besides, we can work out a plan that will succeed."
"Ok, but if anything happens to you, your ancestors will kick my butt out of the shrine and Fa family forever. Just a mistake and." He made a sigh showing they would cut his head off.
"If something happens to me, it won't be your fault. I made my choice long ago, and I decided to be a warrior," Mulan said, "You know I'm just a server for my country. I'd give my life to bring peace if it's necessary." Her words were wise, but not quite convincing to Mushu; she meant so much to him and to her family, that the idea of simply letting her go and risk her precious life was inconceivable. "Let's not waste more time, we must attack them."
"All right!" Mushu agreed cheerfully, "Let's kick some hunnie buns!"
Smiling and winking an eye at him Mulan announced, "I've got a plan."
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Five Mongolians stood in the front door of the palace, where the Imperial guards had been. Suddenly, they heard a wild scream nearby.
"What was that?" One of them asked.
"I bet Wuzhumuxin has already killed the emperor," another one replied with an evil look on his face.
"No, it sounds like a maniac that is not faraway from here," a third one suggested.
"We better go and find out what the hell was that."
Right then, a red scrawny thing passed in front of them rapidly. It passed them so fast that not one of them seemed to give much importance to the creature and decided to ignore it.
Three Huns stayed guarding the door while the other two went to search for the maniac who screamed previously. They started to talk at each other and when they finally shut their mouths, they heard a mysterious voice say, "Fools." It was low and soft as a whisper but loud and clear to reach their ears.
They looked at each other confused, tried to guess where did that voice come from and seeing there was no one but them there they shrugged all at once.
"You are not guarding the gardens," the voice said.
"Impossible, of course someone is making sure no one gets through the gardens."
"I was there a few minutes ago," The voice continued, "And the so called guard you left in charge was fast asleep."
"Show yourself!" The tallest of them commanded walking forward.
Mushu and Cri-kee were hiding behind one of the statues embellishing the stairs and entrance.
"I do what I please, you fool," the voice replied. By this time, the three Huns were approaching to the statue. "You will not see me for I do not wish to be seen."
"What the hell are you?" One Hun demanded as he started to prepare his sword to attack.
"I don't want to tell you!" Mushu screamed and ran down the stairs as quick as possible with Cri-kee hopping next to him.
The three Huns chased after them. Being little was a great advantage, Mushu was so fast they couldn't reach him.
While they were busy trying to kill the dragon, Mulan ran up the stairs. They spotted her, and one of them ran after her. She managed to reach the door before her chaser and get inside. She closed the door hard and he hit his head and fainted.
As the two Huns kept running after Mushu down the stairs, the one in front slipped and fell down thrusting the sword through his stomach. The tip of the sword came out on his back. This gave Mushu the advantage to get away and disappear into the darkness. The Hun learned a very valuable lesson: Never run through the stairs carrying a sword. Too bad that he learned the lesson very late.