Zhang Huolong tells his story. "I once owned a merc outfit. We
started from 25 and grew into a brigade, 2500 strong. 25 companies, each
led by a member of our original band of brothers. Then came the day the
Spanish hired us to take part in their war against the Brits. We were
decimated, but got our numbers up through recruiting. However my own sworn
brother turned against me, and somehow got most of the new recruits to do
so as well. Basically what happened next was a huge battle. He left with
1000 men and much of our money, while we had 200 plus 20 of the old 24. I
ran into him today. So would you mind if I stayed here for a while, until
my wounds get better?"
Cassandra narrows her eyes. "If not for the law of hospitality, I would take revenge for your backstabbing us in that cave. But yes, you can stay."
Meanwhile in the Ming Court, the Emperor held a meeting with his advisors. "The first three teams we sent to recover the Hero's Sword have all failed. The Wo Kou have grown bolder with each raid. They have already invaded Korea. How long until they feel bold enough to make a thrust at the Great Ming? I suggest we send a fourth team." One advisor argues.
"Are you suggesting our own soldiers aren't good enough to stand up to these foreigners, these barbarians? Emperor, I will lead our army to assist our Korean comrades." Argues another. This debate goes on for quite a while, until the Emperor finally makes up his mind.
"We will send another team if any of you can think of anyone qualified to make the journey. What about those new mercenaries? Send for them."
A few minutes later they arrived. The Emperor looked them over. "State your names."
A tall man with a red face and a flowing beard kneeled. "My name is Guan Tianlong, descendant of the great Guan Yunchang of the Three Kingdoms."
A shorter man wearing a wolf skin did the same thing. "Lei Sanlang, descended from the same school as Qin Ming of Liangshan Po."
"Xue Chongtian, formerly of the Kunlun clan."
"Sagacious Lu, formerly of the Shaolin Temple, but kicked out due to my love of meat and wine."
"Little Pilgrim Wu Song, from the same school of fighting."
"Gongsun Shen of Wudang Mountain."
"Xiong Ba."
"Lin Bao"
"Sun Gang, descendent of Sun Ce of the Three Kingdoms."
"Yula and Yuri, sworn brothers of the White Broadsword Clan."
Guan Tianlong spoke up. "There was another one, from the Philippines, Pilcak Balmung, except he was hired by the Koreans to help fight the Wo Kou."
The Emperor nodded. After a demonstration of their abilities he agreed to send them to seek the Hero's Sword.
Seung Mina searched high and low. "Goddamnit Yunsung, where the hell are you?" Walking around in the streets of Prussia she suddenly feels an evil prescence. Looking around she spies the form of Nightmare. "Oh shit."
It was a quiet day in the small Greek town. Word traveled quickly in the tiny place, and pretty soon everyone knew that there was a merc present in the Alexandra residence. This attracted attention from the Sultan, who feared this might incite the Greeks to rebel against Ottoman rule. He ordered the Janissaries stationed in the town to arrest Huolong.
The corruption of the Ottoman Empire was such that even the elite Janissaries were not exempt. As they marched into the town they took as they pleased and looted homes. Finally Huolong comes out. "Looking for me?" He taunted as he stood there in front of the biggest one. The Jan punches Huolong, who suddenly parries it and slaps the Turk upside the head. This happens several more times, until the Janissary finally gets the idea to block the next slap. No use, however, when Huolong kicks him in the balls, then backhands him, knocking the soldier over. He crawls into a crowd of his fellows.
The Janissaries' commander steps forward and sees Huolong impudently drinking a cup of wine, then spitting it out at him. The Turk tries a right punch, which was caught by Huolong and used to pull his face into a palm strike. Huolong then grabs the commander's collar, knees him, and tosses him aside. He then pours himself another cup of wine and gets into the drunken stance. "Who's next?"
Three Jans rush Huolong, who falls to the ground, does a really cool looking spin kick that trips the first two and sweep kicks the third. He rolls away from a kick and, grabbing a bench, trips another Jan. After kicking some more ass with the bench he tosses it aside and scorpion kicks a Janissary sneaking up behind him. "You all suck. This is getting boring."
Huolong takes this fight to the street. Picking up a broomstick he was like a whirlwind, hitting everywhere at once. When the first Janissary was knocked down, people started gathering. After the third eveyone was cheering at the sight of their Imperialist masters getting beaten by a foreigner. Finally there was only one Janissary left. He runs like a mofo. Huolong looks at the crowd. "Ah, what the hell." He runs after the Turk. Kicking off a wall, Huolong does an ax kick in midair and brings it crashing down on the unfortunate Turk. "Tell your masters that Zhang Huolong did this." Pulling out a knife he carves his last name on the Jan's face. "Run."
Cassandra narrows her eyes. "If not for the law of hospitality, I would take revenge for your backstabbing us in that cave. But yes, you can stay."
Meanwhile in the Ming Court, the Emperor held a meeting with his advisors. "The first three teams we sent to recover the Hero's Sword have all failed. The Wo Kou have grown bolder with each raid. They have already invaded Korea. How long until they feel bold enough to make a thrust at the Great Ming? I suggest we send a fourth team." One advisor argues.
"Are you suggesting our own soldiers aren't good enough to stand up to these foreigners, these barbarians? Emperor, I will lead our army to assist our Korean comrades." Argues another. This debate goes on for quite a while, until the Emperor finally makes up his mind.
"We will send another team if any of you can think of anyone qualified to make the journey. What about those new mercenaries? Send for them."
A few minutes later they arrived. The Emperor looked them over. "State your names."
A tall man with a red face and a flowing beard kneeled. "My name is Guan Tianlong, descendant of the great Guan Yunchang of the Three Kingdoms."
A shorter man wearing a wolf skin did the same thing. "Lei Sanlang, descended from the same school as Qin Ming of Liangshan Po."
"Xue Chongtian, formerly of the Kunlun clan."
"Sagacious Lu, formerly of the Shaolin Temple, but kicked out due to my love of meat and wine."
"Little Pilgrim Wu Song, from the same school of fighting."
"Gongsun Shen of Wudang Mountain."
"Xiong Ba."
"Lin Bao"
"Sun Gang, descendent of Sun Ce of the Three Kingdoms."
"Yula and Yuri, sworn brothers of the White Broadsword Clan."
Guan Tianlong spoke up. "There was another one, from the Philippines, Pilcak Balmung, except he was hired by the Koreans to help fight the Wo Kou."
The Emperor nodded. After a demonstration of their abilities he agreed to send them to seek the Hero's Sword.
Seung Mina searched high and low. "Goddamnit Yunsung, where the hell are you?" Walking around in the streets of Prussia she suddenly feels an evil prescence. Looking around she spies the form of Nightmare. "Oh shit."
It was a quiet day in the small Greek town. Word traveled quickly in the tiny place, and pretty soon everyone knew that there was a merc present in the Alexandra residence. This attracted attention from the Sultan, who feared this might incite the Greeks to rebel against Ottoman rule. He ordered the Janissaries stationed in the town to arrest Huolong.
The corruption of the Ottoman Empire was such that even the elite Janissaries were not exempt. As they marched into the town they took as they pleased and looted homes. Finally Huolong comes out. "Looking for me?" He taunted as he stood there in front of the biggest one. The Jan punches Huolong, who suddenly parries it and slaps the Turk upside the head. This happens several more times, until the Janissary finally gets the idea to block the next slap. No use, however, when Huolong kicks him in the balls, then backhands him, knocking the soldier over. He crawls into a crowd of his fellows.
The Janissaries' commander steps forward and sees Huolong impudently drinking a cup of wine, then spitting it out at him. The Turk tries a right punch, which was caught by Huolong and used to pull his face into a palm strike. Huolong then grabs the commander's collar, knees him, and tosses him aside. He then pours himself another cup of wine and gets into the drunken stance. "Who's next?"
Three Jans rush Huolong, who falls to the ground, does a really cool looking spin kick that trips the first two and sweep kicks the third. He rolls away from a kick and, grabbing a bench, trips another Jan. After kicking some more ass with the bench he tosses it aside and scorpion kicks a Janissary sneaking up behind him. "You all suck. This is getting boring."
Huolong takes this fight to the street. Picking up a broomstick he was like a whirlwind, hitting everywhere at once. When the first Janissary was knocked down, people started gathering. After the third eveyone was cheering at the sight of their Imperialist masters getting beaten by a foreigner. Finally there was only one Janissary left. He runs like a mofo. Huolong looks at the crowd. "Ah, what the hell." He runs after the Turk. Kicking off a wall, Huolong does an ax kick in midair and brings it crashing down on the unfortunate Turk. "Tell your masters that Zhang Huolong did this." Pulling out a knife he carves his last name on the Jan's face. "Run."