Cao stepped into his favorite tea house followed by Dian Wei. He smiled as he was immediately swarmed by several beautiful women who all greeted him enthusiastically. The hostess shooed them all away and bowed before him, making sure the bow was low so Cao could get view of her ample cleavage.
"Lord Cao Cao, you honor us by coming here today. We missed you so! Please come in!"
"Ah, Chuntao you seem to get more beautiful every time I see you. Soon I may have to have you for myself," Cao said with a grin. Chuntao gave a whimsical giggle and swatted lightly at Cao's chest.
"Oh Lord Cao Cao! You tease me so! Please come. I will take you to your usual table."
Cao and Wei followed as she led them upstairs to a private area that was closed off from the rest of the tea house. Cao took his seat and Chuntao left to get his drink, pulling the door closed behind her. Dian took up residence near the entry way, standing guard. A few moments later, they heard a light rapping on the wooden door.
"My I join you this eve, My Lord?" Came a smooth male voice. Dian looked at Cao questioningly and Cao looked up to see a familiar face through the openings in the door. Cao smiled.
"Fèngxiào! I hoped you would be here this eve! Come in, come in!" Guo Jia did as he was commanded. He bowed to both Cao and Wei before taking his seat across from Cao. Wei drew the curtains over the doors to give the men privacy and slipped out side of the room, leaving the two men alone.
"It is good to see you here as well, Lord Cao Cao. I take it your campaign against Dong Zhou was a successful one?"
"No, it was not. We managed to chase that tyrant off but the cowards of the coalition were too busy patting each other on the back to give pursuit and finish him off."
Jia nodded but did not respond. A knock was heard at the door. Cao bade them to enter. Chuntao returned with a jug of wine and cups. She retreated from the room, leaving the men to their privacy.
"I wouldn't worry too much about Dong Zhou. His end? It is near," Jia finally spoke once they were alone.
"How do you know?" Cao asked.
"There have been rumblings from Chang'an. Lu Bu is currently not happy with his adopted father. He was never the most stable man to begin with and it seems that he will tip over the edge soon enough. Dong Zhou will find his end at the hands of his once favored son but the world will be at the mercy of an unchained Lu Bu."
Cao stroked his chin as he processed this information.
"Perhaps I should make him an offer. To have a man like that under my command-"
"Would be suicidal, My Lord," Guo Jia finished before taking a drink of his wine.
"Dong Zhou barely restrained him. His temperament is much too violent. While he would help you in your ambition at first, in the end he would be your downfall."
Cao nodded seeing the wisdom in his words. The reason he was even with Dong Zhou was because he killed his previous adopted father. Lu Bu had no sense of loyalty. He was a beast on the battlefield but he was just as much one off it.
"And what of you?" Jia rose a subtle brow at the question.
"Me, My Lord?"
"How would you fit under my command? Where would you fit in my quest to free this land of chaos?" Jia gave him a wistful smile, happy to be asked the question. Jia could see the path Cao was on quite clearly. He was a man that had the power and the will to shape the land into something more than what it was. He wanted to forge a new path, to change the land into something better. Jia had long ago wanted to join Cao's side but Cao had not asked him. He knew that when Cao was ready to take the first step in his conquest of the land, he would be asked to join and he waited patiently for that day. It seems today was that day.
"I would make it my life's mission to do anything I can to help you achieve your dream. To help you shape the land into a place where chaos could no longer reign."
Cao lifted his cup towards Jia.
"Then a toast to you my friend! Together through force, we shall shape this land and create a new path where unrest will have no place. A land of peace created by reason and truth!"
Jia raised his cup in acceptance of this speech. Both men downed their drinks.
"It is my honor to serve you, My Lord. Now, what do you say we really enjoy ourselves and have a few of those beautiful women entertain us? After all, we will be quite busy soon."
Cao Cao let out a loud laugh. Jia was a man after his own heart.
-#-
"Father why are we here?" Sun Jian turned to see the impassioned face of his oldest son staring at him. He sighed, this was a discussion they have had many times since he had told his family of Yuan Shu's request for them to attack Liu Biao.
"You know why, my son. We are still beholden to the Yuan family and they requested that we lead the attack against Liu Biao."
"But that's just it father. Have you seen any of Yuan Shu's forces? We are the only ones here. We are alone in this. We are fighting Yuan Shu's war for him. Since when are we his private army?" Jian sighs. He felt the same way as his son but unlike his son, he understood the game of politics. He understood the underhanded ploys and the trickery. This was probably a set up by Yuan Shu. He probably assumed that Sun Jian and his forces would overwhelmed by Liu Biao's forces. He was sure Yuan Shu's forces would arrive on the battlefield when it was too late to help. This is why Sun Jian had brought his children and his most trusted officers with him. They would surprise Yuan Shu and end the battle before his forces even arrived.
"We will beat back Liu Biao's army before Yuan Shu's forces arrive. We do not need him. Our might is enough."
"But father, Zhou Yu and I were talking and something about this doesn't feel right."
"I know son. But I have the utmost faith in my children and in my warriors. Liu Biao is indecisive. He also does not have a good strategist on his side. If we hit him hard and fast we can take him before he can make any concrete decisions."
"And when we survive this battle, what happens when Yuan Shu sends us to do his bidding once more? How long will we stay as his pawns? Why won't you trade the Imperial Seal for our freedom?"
"Because it is not that easy. We give the seal to Yuan Shu and then what? Where will we go? It is my dream to take back our lands of Jiangdong and we cannot do that without support. We will use him just as he is using us and when the time is right, we will use the Imperial Seal to gain our freedom."
Sun Jian clapped his son on the shoulder and drew him closer. "Trust me, Son."
Ce sighed defeated. His father's words had wisdom. He would as always trust his lead. He nodded his head.
"Of course, Father. I will go check on the troops." Jian nodded and watched him walk off. He stood in the middle of the makeshift garrison watching his people prepare for battle. The time was quickly approaching. They would be moving out soon. A wind whipped around Sun Jian, brushing through his hair with a gentle caress and making his battle robe flutter slightly.
"The wind has begun to blow." He muttered aloud mostly to himself. After a few moments another wind blew, this one more forceful than the last. One of the flag situated atop the garrison cracked and fell, flying into the middle of the makeshift fortress.
"Argh, the flag pole..."
"Hm? What's the matter, Yìgōng?" Jian asked, looking over his shoulder to one of his oldest friends. Han Dang was staring up to where the flag pole had originally stood. He shifted his eyes to Sun Jian.
"Nothing," He responded quickly. "Well...the flag pole just broke in the wind," He continued deciding it might be best if he shared his feelings rather than keeping them hidden. "It doesn't seem like a good omen."
Jian let out a laugh.
"You're surprisingly sensitive to omens, signs and the like. Quite unlike the side of yourself you show in battle."
"There's no need to worry," Both men turned to see Sun Ce flanked by his brother Quan and his sister Shangxiang.
"The wind can blow as fast as it likes. All we have to do is run through the enemy even faster! Right brother?" Ce asked, turning his head to look at Quan.
"That's right. We shall become the gale that shreds Liu Biao!"
Hang Dang smiled. It warmed his heart to see the conviction of youth. They were the future of their people and he could see the future looked bright. Still, he couldn't shake this feeling he had.
"It'll be fine, You can count on my father and my brothers...and me of course!" Shangxiang said with a smile. Han Dang nodded and returned her smile with one of his own.
"Yes, well...If you all say so."
"We do. I'm expecting big things from you too, Han Dang," Jian said as he clapped the other man on the shoulder. Dang let out a chuckle and nodded. He wouldn't be left behind.
The time for battle has come. Sun Jian stood before his army and thrust his sword into the air, the rings lining the back of the blade jingling loudly from the effort.
"Now, tigers of Sun! Show the enemy your terrible claws!" Cheers erupted around them and with that command he, his children and his soldiers rushed into battle.
-#-
Zhuyue collided against the floor with a thud. In that moment, she was grateful that her back was fully healed. With a groan she pushed herself into a sitting position, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. Xiahou Dun watched her, a hard edge to his glare. She grit her teeth in frustration. They had been at this for hours and he barely look winded, she on the other hand felt as if she was going to die.
After taking a few moments to catch her breath, she stood.
"Let's go! Again!" She cried out as she settled back into her fighting stance. Dun sheathed his sword and crossed his arms. He has done this several times during their training session and it infuriated her.
"Are you calm?" He asked in an even tone. She wanted to scream out in frustration. She could understand what he was trying to do, but it didn't make it any easier to deal with. What was so wrong with fighting with your emotions? It served her well all this time. True, she did take a few hits while fighting but she was stronger and felt no fear. Why change her style if it isn't broken?
"Yes I am calm," She hissed. Dun shook his head.
"That tone states otherwise."
Zhuyue let out a frustrated cry and charged at Dun. She was tired of playing by his rules. She would show him that her way was viable. Zhuyue closed the distance between her and Dun rather quickly, her anger in full control as she swung her right duck blade in a downward arc. Dun did not unsheathe his blade, nor did he dodge. He waited until the right moment and struck. As her blade was coming down, he grabbed her wrist stopping its descent. Her left hand went to jab the blade into his mid section but was stopped by his free hand. He twisted her wrist until the pain forced her to loosen the grip on her blade. Once loose, he wrenched her hand until she was forced to drop her blade. Undeterred, she kneed him in the abdomen. He let out a grunt but stood fast as she sent a flurry of knees to his stomach. Dun bent her right arm back, causing her retaliation to falter as she screamed out in pain. During this lull in her attack, he released her left hand and struck with a hard fist to her solar plexus. Zhuyue felt the wind knocked out of her from the hit and doubled over. Her grip on her remaining weapon faltering as it fell to the floor with a loud clang. She felt herself falling to her knees but something prevented her from crumbling against the ground. She weakly looked up to see Dun holding her up. She wanted to strike at him, but the pain in stomach was demanding all of her attention.
"Like I told you before, anyone with any semblance of skill would be able to take you out when you fight as crazed as you do. You need to be calm. You need to think. Don't just rush at your enemy, analyze then strike."
Zhuyue pushed away from Dun and picked up her weapons. Her stomach hurt but she pushed through the pain.
"I understand," Zhuyue responded, getting back into her fighting stance.
"Are you calm?" Dun asked, raising a brow as he examined her.
"Yes," Zhuyue replied. Even though it annoyed her, he had a point. It was painfully pathetic how easily Dun was able to disarm her. Dun seemed to believe her words and he unsheathed his blade once more.
"Let's go then."
#
Their blades clashed sending an echo of metal on metal throughout the inner courtyard where they trained. Zhuyue was faster than Dun but he was more powerful. She struggled to keep her calm as she attacked him, taking the time to thinking about her moves rather than striking wildly and blinded by anger. This training went on for weeks and as time progressed, she got better at controlling her anger. She was able to analyze and anticipate his moves and counter accordingly. Dun was still the more experienced fighter but he was quickly finding out he could no longer take it easy on her. Zhuyue progressed quickly and she was becoming more than a match for him.
Zhuyue side stepped an attack by Dun and he moved to parry an attack he assumed was coming from her on the right. She favored the right whenever she was fighting he learned during these past few weeks. It was a weakness that he has been trying to get her out of, but so far it was a hard habit for her to break or rather it was. Zhuyue feigned an attack to the right and Dun was ready to parry it as he already predicted it. Seeing his left wide open, she spun on her heel and delivered a hard kick to his side which hit its target. Dun grunted in pain as he was caught off guard. He stumbled a few steps before regaining his footing and grabbing her leg, pulling her towards him.
"Nice shot," He said through gritted teeth, his side aching from her blow.
"I finally hit you," She replied with a wide grin, ecstatic about her achievement. The cumulation of weeks of training finally coming to fruition.
"That you did."
"Are you going to put my leg down?" Zhuyue asked as she awkwardly balanced on one leg. Dun let his weapon fall to the ground and allowed his free hand to snake around her waist and pull her flush against him. The shift in position made it harder for Zhuyue to balance. She dropped her weapons and grabbed onto Dun's arms to regain her footing Dun nudged her forehead with his chin tickling her forehead with his beard as he made her look up at him.
"Not yet," He responded before lowering his mouth to hers, hovering over her for a few moments to let the anticipation build before allowing gravity to press their lips together. Zhuyue moaned into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck as best she could. The move by Dun was a surprised but definitely wanted. They hadn't touched each other in weeks with the exception of training and nothing about those touches were pleasurable. They didn't even share a room, she had her own quarters on the other side of Dun's home. She didn't understand why they had been so distant but figured that it had something to do with waiting until their marriage ceremony. This impromptu kiss however seemed to dispel that theory.
"Lady Zhuyue. Oh-oh my," Came a voice from behind them. Zhuyue felt a growl rumble within Dun's chest as he finally released her leg, allowing her to stand on her own. She moved away from Dun to see who had interrupted them. Xiulan and a servant stood near one of the entrances to the inner courtyard. Xiulan looked positively horrified as she covered her face trying to hide her embarrassment. The servant, however, looked the exact opposite as she tried to stop the smile from creeping on her lips at the display she had just caught from her masters.
"What?" Barked Dun, not bothering to tamper the harshness of his voice. Xiulan was panic stricken and could only stammer. Despite the length of time she had been around Dun she was still afraid of him and his gruff nature. She was getting better at communicating with him but her fear of men still had a strong hold. She would run the other way if she was alone with him or any other male in his family but if she was with another woman, she would be bolder in her attempts to speak with them. The servant with Xiulan had no such fear of Dun, use to her master's temper.
"Apologies for interrupting your-" She paused and tried to stop the huge grin from spreading on her face. She opted to duck her head to hide the smile instead. "Your training, My Lord but Lady Zhuyue's clothing has arrived. We need her to do a test fitting to ensure that everything fits as it should."
"My new armor is with it as well?" Zhuyue questioned. She should probably feel embarrassed about being caught in such a compromising position. The lady in her screamed in horror but she couldn't help but feel a nagging sense of annoyance that they were interrupted once again that trumped the embarrassment.
"Yes, My Lady."
Zhuyue smiled. She was relieved that it had finally arrived. Something within her told her that she would have need of it before long. She couldn't explain why she had that feeling, but she knew that Cao Cao was not the type of person to stay idle for long. He was a man with grand ambition and nothing would be achieved by waiting. Zhuyue nodded to the servant and bowed to Dun before picking up her weapons.
"Thank you for the training, my lord."
Dun grunted in response and watched as she headed off with Xiulan and the servant. He reached down to pick up his sword when he noticed movement in his peripheral. It seems that their training session was being observed again. For the past few weeks he had noticed they had an audience but he didn't deem it necessary to do anything about it as he knew they weren't a threat. He hadn't noticed their usual observer was around earlier so he was a bit relaxed with Zhuyue and decided to kiss her. If he had known they had their usual audience, he would have a been a bit more discreet. He frowned at the thought. He should have been more observant. Being so lax was an easy way to get yourself killed. Zhuyue had a way of distracting him, even when she wasn't trying to. He waited till Zhuyue, Xiulan and the servant were out of ear shot before speaking to the figure that had been hiding behind the potted bushes that lined the corners of the inner courtyard.
"Come out. NOW!" He watched as the bushes shake slightly before a small figure slinked out from behind them. Xiaolian stopped in front of Dun, her eyes trained to the ground.
"Look at me," Dun commanded. After a few moments, her small eyes found their way to his face then drifted to the large sword he still held in his hand then back to his face.
"Why have you been spying on our training sessions?" Dun asked as he sheathed his sword noticing the path her eyes took. Xiaolian shrugged and looked to the ground once more.
"Look at me," Dun demanded once more. Xiaolian did as she was told. "Answer me. Why have you been spying on us?"
Xiaolian resisted the urge to look down. It was hard a bit hard to stand up to Dun's gaze. She knew he wasn't being mean to her but she couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by him. She wondered how Lady Zhuyue was able to do it so easily. She was so brave and Xiaolian wished for the thousandth time in her life that she was brave and strong like her.
"I wanted to learn how to fight," she mumbled in response. Dun barely heard her.
"Speak up!" He bellowed making Xiaolian jump.
"I wanted to learn how to fight," She replied a bit louder than before.
"Why?"
"I don't want to be weak anymore."
Dun studied her for a few moments. He couldn't fault her for that. After hearing the screwed up story of what happened to her and her sister, he could understand why she wouldn't want to be powerless anymore.
"Why haven't you asked Zhuyue to teach you how to wield a blade?"
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Sister would beg her not to train me. I heard her say it before."
Dun cocked a brow at the mention of Xiulan. Why wouldn't she want her younger sister to learn how to defend herself?
"She thinks I shouldn't fight. I should learn other things, like how to serve."
Dun frowned at this explanation. Xiulan's reasoning pissed him off. Xiaolian was too bright and strong of a girl to be reduced to a simple servant or concubine. The very idea of her becoming one made his blood boil. He didn't understand why though, perhaps he had grown fond of the girl and wanted more for her out of life than servitude. Society had its place for concubines and servant girls, he knew that and some women were suited for that, but girls like Zhuyue and Xiaolian weren't. Turning them into such was a waste.
"You should have still asked her," Dun chided. "She wouldn't want you defenseless. She would train you."
"I was afraid," Xiaolian responded, her eyes drifting back down to the ground as she felt embarrassed and saddened in the disappointment in Dun's tone.
"Afraid of what? Zhuyue has shown you nothing but kindness from what I could see."
Xiaolian hesitated in responding, unsure of how to express how she felt. Dun waited patiently for her to answer.
"Sister told me to never bother Zhu-um I mean, Lady Zhuyue with my silliness. That doing so could get us kicked out so I never asked."
Dun's frown deepened. That sounded like an obvious lie on Xiulan's part. From what he knew about Zhuyue, she wouldn't toss them out from being asked to train her. Zhuyue knew what it felt like to be helpless and she would want to spare Xiaolian the same feeling. The fact that Xiulan made such a blatant lie about something like this rubbed him the wrong way. He pondered confronting Xiulan and calling her on her bullshit but decided against it.
"So your bright idea was to hide behind the bushes and watch us train? That is how you would get stronger?"
Xiaolian frowned, Dun made it sound like such a foolish plan. She didn't know what else to do though. She couldn't ask anyone to help her train so her idea was to watch what Zhuyue and Dun did and mimic what they did on her own. It seemed like a good idea to her at the time. Dun took her silence as acknowledgement that she realized it was a flawed plan. He looked at the small girl before him. He wasn't exactly sure how old she was, probably no more than nine or ten years of age. Despite her stupid plan, previous experience had told him that she was smart for her age and she was a gutsy kid from the story he heard from Zhuyue. She could probably be an amazing warrior with the right training.
"You'll never get anywhere like that."
Xiaolian nodded her head sadly, feeling defeated. She gave Dun a bow, trying to do it the same way her sister had taught her and turned on her heels to run away. Dun's large hand grasped her shoulder stopping her in her tracks. He spun her around to face him.
"Quitting so easily?"
Xiaolian cocked her head in confusion. She didn't understand. He made her understand that her plan was a bad one. What else was there? Dun saw the confusion on her face and decided to elaborate.
"If a true warrior cannot win a battle one way, they don't give up and run away. They look for another path to victory. Only once they have exhausted all their options would retreat be acceptable."
Xiaolian fidgeted with her fingers. She didn't really understand what Dun was saying. Was he saying that there was a way she could learn? How? She didn't know what to do. She didn't want to voice that though, she didn't want to seem silly in his eyes again. She tried to think about it, think about what to do. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak but snapped it closed as she became unsure of her decision. Determination set in her features and she voiced what she had on mind. She wanted to be stronger. She wanted to be a true warrior so she won't give up.
"Will...will you train me? I mean-Can you please teach me how to wield a blade?"
He shook his head and let out a small chuckle. He had a soft spot for the kid, he had to admit. She clung to him since the first day she met him. That might be what was affecting his decision right now.
"After I train with Zhuyue, I will teach you. I warn you now, I am not an easy teacher. If for one moment it looks like you are wasting my time, I will stop teaching you. When I am unable to train with you, I expect you to practice what I teach you on your own. I won't tolerate any whining either. If you don't think you can handle it, say so now."
A small part of Dun thought that his speech would have made her abandoned her idea immediately. He was pleasantly surprised when she flashed him a toothy grin and rushed forward to hug him around his waist as best she could. He quirked a brow and pushed her off of him gently.
"Enough of that, your training starts now."
-#-
Lu Bu was furious. How dare that fat pig touch his woman! He wanted to charge into there right now and rip Dong Zhou's head off. If not for the words of Wényuǎn and Li Ju, he would have done exactly that.
"My Lord?" Lu Bu spun around to the voice behind him to see Wang Yun standing there.
"You. What is it?" Lu Bu asked.
"My Lord, would you join me for a drink?" Wang Yun asked.
"Why are you asking me for a drink and not my father? He is the one who holds the power." Lu Bu spat. Wang Yun bowed low.
"He holds political power this is true but I want to honor the man who has no equal on the battlefield." Lu Bu smirked at this and agreed to Wang Yun's request. In Wang Yun's quarters, Lu Bu had consumed plenty of wine. Seeing that he was drunk, he decided to try to goad him into slaying his adoptive father.
"You know, my daughter told me that she holds great affection for you." Lu Bu's face twisted into that of melancholy then shifted just as quickly to anger.
"My father has claimed her. There is nothing I can do."
"Yes. I see that but it is curious. Diaochan was to be your wife not his. That is how I always intended it."
Lu Bu's emanated pure rage as he slammed his fist against the table, causing the cups to scatter and crash to the floor.
" He is a pig, but there is nothing we can do!" His clenched his teeth giving him a most fearsome visage. Wang Yun felt fear from seeing the rage boil unchecked from Lu Bu. He could only imagine this man on the battlefield. Dong Zhou's days were numbered. He just had to push a little further.
"I was so surprised that he took her for his own. I told him of my intention to marry Diaochan to you but once he saw her, he claimed her as his own."
Wang Yun gave a heavy sigh and hung his head, looking every bit the distraught father. Lu Bu was seething.
"There is nothing that can be done," Lu Bu repeated through grit teeth. His hands were balled into fist so tight that his knuckles began to turn white.
"But you are the greatest warrior in all the land! Dong Zhou cannot match you in combat."
"Of course he can't! But he has men on his side. Even talking about him in this manner could get us killed. I have no one on my side. I can take on a hundred men if I have to, but I could not take on the entire castle."
"Dong Zhou does not have as many allies as he thinks."
"Speak plainly. I have no patience for riddles old man."
"Many of the ministers are unhappy with Dong Zhou. They are disgusted by what he did in Luoyang and did not agree with his decision to move court to Chang'an. If they had a brave commander to lead them, they would stand up against his tyranny."
"Are you sure of this old man? Can you promise me that they will fight?"
"I swear it on my life to the heavens above. With a few words from me to let them know that you will lead us, they will rebel against him."
"Then speak to your people. I want them ready as soon as possible. That fat pig will die."
-#-
Sun Jian looked out across the battlefield. He claimed the head of Huang Zu, one of Liu Biao's generals and forced his troops to abandon Jingzhou and flee to Xiangyang. The battle was going exceedingly well. Liu Biao's men were no match for the Tigers of Jiangdong. He felt a burst of pride within his chest at the thought. Jian noticed that Yuan Shu's back up did not arrive as he promised but it mattered not. They had no need for them. He fully intended to win this battle before they could even arrive.
There had been a lull in the battle. He knew his opponent was licking their wounds. He wanted to press the advantage but Han Dang pleaded with him not to. Actually, he pleaded with Sun Jian to return home but he wouldn't hear any of it so he settled for begging him to hold off on pressing the attack. Honestly, he couldn't believe that his old friend put stock in bad omens and the like. It truly didn't matter. There was no problem with taking this battle easy. It will be won soon enough. In the meantime, he had his men secure Jingzhou. He fully intended to keep this land for he and his people. They fought and bled for it, why should Yuan Shu reap the spoils? He was actually happy that his forces hadn't arrived. It would give him less credibility to fight for ownership of the land. He watched as his troops went about securing the area. They moved quickly and efficiently. Dusk was rapidly approaching, they didn't want to be caught unaware when night set in.
"My Lord!"
Sun Jian turned to see a messenger running toward him. The messenger hastily dropped to one knee and bowed before him.
"We spotted some of the enemy forces in the woods nearby. They are a small force."
"How small?"
"No more than twenty-five strong."
"What do they hope to accomplish with such small numbers?" Sun Jian wondered aloud. "Perhaps they intend a surprise attack after night has fallen? Hmm...No matter, it wouldn't be wise to leave them unchecked. I will take thirty horsemen with me and we will hunt them down."
The messenger bowed once more and ran off to deliver Sun Jian's command to his troops. Han Dang happened to overhear this news and he made his way to his Lord's side.
"My Lord, you are giving chase? Alone?"
"We cannot leave them unchecked, Yìgōng."
"I-I know but I have a bad feeling."
"You have had a bad feeling since the beginning of this campaign but we have won every battle we have engaged in thus far."
"Yes, we have been lucky-"
"Luck had nothing to do with it," Jian replied, cutting him off. "It was pure skill. I trust in skill more than luck and omens any day."
"There is nothing I can say that will dissuade you from going is there?" Dang asked with a heavy sigh.
"Absolutely nothing."
"Then please give me a moment to get my mount ready. I will ride at your side."
"No."
"But my lord! Why?"
"Because I need someone here to oversee that this base is properly secured."
"There are plenty others here that can do that task, my lord!" Dang implored.
"Yes, but you are the one I trust most to make sure it is done correctly."
"I am flattered by the faith you have in me, my lord. But please! I cannot let you go alone."
"I'll hardly be going alone. I'll have thirty of our finest horsemen at my back."
Dang frowned. Jian was one of the most stubborn men he knew. How could he get him to understand? It may seem silly, but Dang has always paid attention to omens and signs the heavens had laid out before him. They have served him well in the past. He had no doubt that the omen the heavens showed him at the start of this battle wasn't any different. Something bad was going to happen, he just knew it. It would be best if Jian was not alone. Jian however never put much stock into such things. Trying to get him to understand its importance was a daunting task.
"At least wait for your children to arrive. They can ride with you."
"Can't, they won't be back until night fall. By that time we will lose the advantage we have," Sun Jian clapped Dang's shoulder and smiled.
"Worry not, old friend. I will route this fools with ease and be back before you know it."
Dang wished his words soothed the unease he had but it did not. He couldn't help but feel like this was the last time he would see his Lord and friend. He wanted to continue arguing his point but knew without hard evidence to back up his feelings, Jian would not heed them. With a heavy heart, he nodded and prayed to the heavens that they would keep him safe.
"I will wait for Sun Ce , Sun Quan and Shangxiang. If you are not back by then, I will send them after you."
Jian couldn't help but chuckle. It was touching how much Dang cared for his well-being. Truly he had such great people fighting at his side. He mounted his horse and hefted his blade onto his shoulder, the rings at the side clinking together loudly as he did so.
"I'll be back before long. Make sure they have a hearty meal ready to celebrate another victory!" With those parting words, Jian led the horsemen out of the gate. Dang could only watch in despair at the retreating form of his friend. Dang looked up to the sky and once again asked the heavens to watch out for Sun Jian.
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Sun Jian and his men charged on the enemy. They seemed to be surprised by the sudden onslaught and fled at the very sight of them. Jian was disgusted by the cowardice. They did not even attempt to put up a fight.
"AFTER THEM!" He commanded, spurring his own horse on to lead the charge.
They gained on the interlopers fairly quickly. The enemy had no choice but to turn and defend. They held back Jian's men as best they could, losing a few of their men in the progress. Once their numbers dropped they turned and fled again. This enraged Jian.
'What cowardly men are these?' He thought to himself angrily. If they know they are outmatched, they should just surrender or fight to the death. Turning your back on the enemy is not befitting of a man. He would run these dastards through if it was the last thing he did. He charged forward after them. In his haste, he did not command his men to follow him. He wasn't worried though. He was certain he could face these cowards alone if need be. Besides, once his men noticed he was gone, they would chase after him. They always did.
Jian emerged from the woods in which they had been fighting. He slowed his steed to get his bearings. He saw the enemy fleeing up a hill. The soldiers were so intent on fleeing, they did not even bother to see if anyone was following them. He could rush them and run them through before they would even be able to mount a proper defense against him. He spurred his horse on once more and charged towards the enemy. Once he reached the back of the line, he managed to cut one down. The scream of the man he had slain alerted his enemies to him. The leader, Lu Gong turned and charged toward Sun Jian. Jian easily parried his attack, smacking his blade aside as if were being wielded by a child. Before Lu Gong could retaliate, Jian kicked him. His position from the horse allowed his boot to crush into Gong's face, causing the man to fly backward. Gong's men instantly surrounded their leader, creating distance between him and Jian. Gong scrambled to his feet, his hand nursing his injured face. He turned to run once more up the hill, his soldiers kept Jian distracted so he get a good distance away before they turned tail and followed.
"Stop you cowards!" Jian yelled before his blade fell on an enemy that moved just a little too slow. He cleaved the man's head in two, kicking at his body to get him out of the way. He chased after the men once more, cutting down anyone who had the misfortune of moving too slow. Jian could see the tips of a tree-line of another forest at the top of the hill. So that was their aim. They wanted to seek sanctuary amongst the trees. Jian had to stop them before they reached it lest, he would have to wait for his men to catch up to them, giving them ample opportunity to get away. Jian urged his horse on. It whinnied in protest at being overworked but followed the commands of its master, using its powerful legs to bound quickly up the hill. Jian could see the lip of the hill. He was almost upon the enemy. In a surprising turn of events, Lu Gong turned heel and faced the rapidly approaching Jian. The fear once evident in his eyes were no longer visible in his battered face. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.
Jian pulled hard on the reigns to turn his horse in the opposite direction. Jian knew he needed to get out of here. He looked over his left shoulder where Lu Gong and his men were now situated. Lu Gong had a dark sneer on his lips.
"NOW!" Gong shouted and Jian could see an odd shadow cast over him. He looked up in time to see a hail of arrows raining down upon him from the cliff above from men who weren't there a moment ago. Gripping his blade handle with both hands, he made a quick succession of slices, cutting the arrows down as the fell upon him. He remained unscathed but his steed was not as fortunate. An arrow embedded itself in the beast side causing it to rear back in panic, throwing Jian from his saddle. The horse stumbled and fell forward effectively pinning one of Jian's legs beneath its bulk. Jian kicked furiously at his fallen animal in an attempt to dislodge his trapped leg.
Jian gasped as he felt something slam into his shoulder, followed by two more thuds impacting against his chest. Jian looked to see three arrows that bypassed his armor protruding from his body. Jian coughed and felt something wet against his lips. With a shaky hand he touched his mouth and pulled back to see his gold gauntlet covered in red.
'No, I will not die here,' Jian thought to himself and with hard strike to his fallen mount, he managed to free his trapped leg. Jian fought through the pain and got unsteadily to his feet, using his sword as a makeshift crutch. He looked up to see Lu Gong with a bow and arrow in hand, his eyes wide in surprise that Jian even managed to stand. That surprise morphed to determination as he notched an arrow and let it fly, the arrow finding its mark in Jian's chest. Jian grunted in pain but refused to go down. He had to get back to his family. He couldn't leave them and his people. He had so many dreams unrealized. He wasn't ready to go yet. He would not fall here. Jian lifted his sword and charged forward. It was unsteady at first but each step became more steadfast than the last. Jian refused to die here. Lu Gong felt terror race through his veins. The determination in Jian's eyes told Gong that if he reached him, he would under no uncertain terms die.
"The trap! Release the trap!" He screamed out. His voice cracking as the fear came through. Jian grit his teeth and tried to hasten his steps. He would not fall here! Just a few more feet and he would show these fools the true power of the Tiger of Jiangdong! A rumbling above him made him halt his steps. The area around him suddenly darkened. He looked up to see large boulders blotting out the sky above him. There was no way he could outrun it. Jian slammed his blade into the ground and rested both hands on top of the pommel. He closed his eyes and bowed his head, thinking of his children as the first boulder crushed into his skull.
-#-
"Please, My Lord see reason," Li Ju implored to the retreating back of Dong Zhou. Dong Zhou did acknowledge Li Ju's whining as he continued to make his way to his bedroom chamber where he knew Diaochan would be waiting.
"I have already made my decision," He responded.
This did not deter Li Ju. He knew he had to make his Lord understand the ramifications of his selfishness. Lu Bu was not someone to be trifled with. If he turned on them and joined someone else, Li Ju was certain they would lose that battle.
"My Lord, please see reason! Lu Bu is becoming more incensed each day. He will likely snap soon if we do not do something. That girl is not worth it. Just let him have her!"
This made Dong Zhou halt his steps. He turned around to face Li Ju, his face twisted in anger and spoke to Li Ju with a snarl, spittle flying from his mouth with every word.
"Lu Bu is ready to snap? You should be afraid of me snapping! Did you forget who your master was? I am the one who rules here, not Lu Bu! You should fear me not him! Lu Bu will not have Diaochan. She is MINE-MINE and that is final. If I hear you suggest it one more time I will have you and your whole family beheaded!"
Li Ju shrank back at the threat. He knew Dong Zhou well enough to know that he would make good on that promise. Still he had to try to talk some sense into him. His current course would only lead them to ruin.
"If you are not willing to...give into Lu Bu's wish then I suggest you kill him as soon as possible."
"Fool! Why would I get rid of one of my strongest warriors?!" Dong Zhou's response was incredulous. How could Li Ju even suggest such a foolish idea? Li Ju knew he needed to be careful with how he worded this. Dong Zhou was already angry with him.
"If you do not get rid of him now, My Lord, he may pose a risk to your rule later. He will undoubtedly betray you."
Dong Zhou waved a hand dismissively.
"He is my son. He will not betray me. I can control him,"
"I am not so sure, My Lord. You haven't seen him lately as you have been...indisposed. His temper has been uncontrollable. He has been lashing out at everyone. I fear that even you will not be spared."
Dong Zhou gave an annoyed huff at this.
"So send him some gold teals, wine and some women to warm his bed. That should appease him and calm him down. Now leave me and don't bother me for the rest of the night," Dong Zhou rubbed his hands together and licked his lips before continuing. "I will be busy."
Li Ju watched as his master continued on his way to his bedroom chamber and knew he could not follow. He sighed heavily, frustrated at how wanton Dong Zhou was being. He was willing to let everything go to ruin for one woman. He couldn't understand how both men took leave of their senses when it came to her. Yes she was extremely beautiful but he has seen women far more beautiful than she. What was it that made them so enraptured with her? He shook his head. It didn't matter anymore. The only thing he could do now is try to prevent Lu Bu's impending meltdown. He sincerely hoped that Dong Zhou was correct in his assessment that these paltry gifts will sate Lu Bu's anger.
#
Lu Bu's halberd ripped through a training dummy. Soon, it will Dong Zhou lying in a crumpled heap at his feet. Lu Bu looked towards the sky and saw the sun slowly sinking. It was barely visible past the castle walls now. It wouldn't be much longer now. Lu Bu's head turned to acknowledge the approaching footsteps. He saw Zhang Liao heading towards him. Zhang Liao bowed towards Lu Bu.
"You wanted to see me?" He asked as he lifted his head and lowered his hands. Lu Bu nodded and slammed his halberd into the ground next to him then crossed his arms across his massive chest.
"I wanted to know, if I decided to kill that pig, Dong Zhou, where would you stand?"
Zhang Liao rose a brow at this. Lu Bu was being extremely blunt with him. He didn't mince words or even try to prepare him for the question. Zhang Liao could appreciate that sort of forthright approach. Too often so many spoke in riddles or with forked tongues. It was refreshing to speak with someone so plainspoken.
"I fight for Dong Zhou because I hoped he had the answers I was looking for. After fighting with him for all this time, I know that he does not. There would be no love lost if he were to fall."
"What answers are you looking for?"
"What it means to be a warrior...a purpose for this constant fighting. I also am looking to test my strength. To see how far I can truly go."
"Hmph. There was no way you would get the answer to those questions under that pig."
"Yes. I see that now. Like I said, I have no care for Dong Zhou's fall. It was time for me to move on anyway."
"Then follow me."
Zhang Liao rose a brow at this.
"You said you wish to test your strength. I am the same way. If you follow me, I can promise you the chance to see how far you can go. The other answers will come."
"Hmm...Perhaps you are right," Zhang Liao bowed to Lu Bu. "My axes are yours to command."
Zhang Liao didn't really have much of a plan after he decided to leave Dong Zhou and following a great warrior he respected as much as Lu Bu seemed as good of a idea as any.
"Hmph! Good. Then get those axes of yours and meet me back here. We have insects to crush."
Zhang Liao just nodded to this and headed off to retrieve his weapons. He knew better than to think that Lu Bu's inquiry was just idle curiosity. That said, he was surprised it was happening so sudden. He wondered just how long Lu Bu had this in mind. The way he has been storming through here lately he imagined it has been quite a while. It didn't matter. He meant what he said. He honestly didn't care whether Dong Zhou survived or not. He couldn't help him find the answers he was looking for so he was of no use to him. Besides, the man truly was a blight upon the land and it would be better off without him. He hoped that Lu Bu had a plan however. He didn't fancy the idea of fighting through every person in this castle to get Dong Zhou. Some of the men stationed here were good men and he would really hate to have to cut them down. He wouldn't exactly hesitate to do so, but he would feel bad afterwards. There was no point in worrying about it now. He swore fealty to Lu Bu and he was first and foremost a man of honor. He would not go back on his word now.
#
Night fell over Chang'an. Lu Bu and Zhang Liao stood armed in the training area of the castle but they were not training. They were simply waiting. Lu Bu told him they were waiting here in case someone saw them walking around fully armed and in their armor. They could simply pass it off as training without tipping their hand. At one point, Zhang Liao had pointed out that it wasn't exactly believable if they weren't actually training but the look Lu Bu shot him clearly told him he wasn't interested in that little detail so Liao decided to let it go.
Now they waited. They had been waiting for the better part of an hour. For what, Zhang Liao did not know. Lu Bu seemed content to stand here and watch the sky. He thought about asking Lu Bu about what they were waiting for but seeing how tightly wound the other man was, he decided to let that one go as well. Liao could practically feel the tension rolling off of Bu in waves. He was wound so tightly, knew that he would snap at any moment. May the heavens have mercy on Dong Zhou because Lu Bu certainly was not.
Finally, their wait was over. Something streaked across the night sky. Liao squinted and was able to see the unidentified object was a flaming arrow.
"That's the signal. It's time to end that maggot," Lu Bu stated with a sneer.
So Lu Bu did have a plan. That was good to know. Perhaps they would make it out of this alive.
"Wényuǎn, head to the eastern gates and assist our forces with gaining entry to the castle. I also need you to stay there and secure our exits in case something goes wrong. If anyone stands in your way, do not hesitate to cut them down. I am going take Dong Zhou's head and get Diaochan."
Zhang Liao flinched at hearing Diaochan's name. Is that why Lu Bu was doing this? For her? The very thought infuriated him. His reasoning for killing his step father was not because he was a blight on the land that reveled in chaos, it was for a whore that he couldn't have. At that moment, Liao was torn. He could turn his back on Lu Bu and this foolish campaign or he could fight as he promised. A moment's hesitation was all it took for him to make up his mind.
"Don't take too long," Liao warned as he went to secure the gate as requested. It didn't matter that Lu Bu's intention was not completely honorable. Liao was a man of honor and he always kept his word. Besides, either way, the land would be less one tyrant so this battle was one worth fighting for.
#
Diaochan cried softly into the covers her face was currently buried in as Dong Zhou pounded into her mercilessly from behind. He would never notice that he was causing her pain while he indulged in his carnal pleasure. Her enjoyment was never a concern to him and it never would be. Usually he wouldn't last as long as he did today. He would have his way with her for a few moments then he would roll over and fall asleep, leaving her to her shame. Tonight however, he was especially virile. They were already on their third bout. Diaochan groped around for another pillow and pulled it flush against her head to cover her ears. The sound of skin slapping against skin was making her feel ill. Why can't this just be over? Through the muffled pillow she heard a loud banging noise and suddenly, Dong Zhou was no longer behind her. Removing the pillow from her head, lifted her head and looked behind her. Her heart beat faster as she saw Lu Bu towering over a stunned Dong Zhou, halberd gripped tightly in hand.
"YOU DISGUSTING PIG!" Lu Bu thundered, crashing his fist into Dong Zhou's face at the word pig. Dong Zhou let out a sound that was between a squeal and a scream. He brought his hand to his face as his nose gushed blood.
"How dare you! I am your father. I am your ruler! I am-"
"An insect that should have been put out of its misery a long time ago," Lu Bu said cutting him off as he looked down to Dong Zhou's nude form in disgust.
Before Dong Zhou could move, Lu Bu's stabbed his halberd into his shoulder. He ripped it out viciously and stabbed it into his leg. Dong Zhou howled in pain as he writhed around onto the floor. Lu Bu kicked his legs apart and with a sneer that sent a chill down Dong Zhou's spine, he buried his halberd into his shaft, severing it from his body. Dong Zhou's cries reverberated around the room. Diaochan winced at the sight and swallowed back the vomit that threatened to come up. It was truly a gruesome sight but she didn't feel sorry for him. Dong Zhou deserved everything was getting right now. Lu Bu picked up the severed penis and forced Dong Zhou's mouth open.
"Hmph! I wanted you to choke on it but it's not big enough for that. Pathetic," Lu Bu said as he shoved it into his mouth. Once it was firmly inside, he hit the bottom of Dong Zhou's chin with the base of his palm to force it close. Dong Zhou's teeth slammed together, a few cracking from the hard strike. Dong Zhou cried pitifully as his mouth fell open, blood and jagged pieces of flesh from his severed cock tumbling from his mouth. Lu Bu used his foot to kick the bottom of his mouth closed. He let his boot stayed firmly pressed against his chin as he drove his halberd into Dong Zhou's throat. He jerked the blade to the right. Dong Zhou tried to cry out as his lifeblood spilled from the new wound on his neck but Lu Bu's foot kept his mouth securely closed. Dong Zhou's body begin twitching as spasms racked through it and his hands grabbed at Lu Bu's foot as he tried to get unpinned from beneath it. The spasms slowly slowed until it finally stopped and his hands fell limply to his sides.
Lu Bu finally removed his boot and turned to face Diaochan, a wild look in his eyes as he reveled in finally killing the man who he bore an intense hatred for these past few months. He looked so fearsome at that moment and for the first time since she had met him, Diaochan was afraid of him.
"Diaochan-" He started, pausing as he didn't know what to say. How could he justify his actions? He didn't have to torture Dong Zhou in front of her but the rage boiling with him couldn't be contained. He wanted to see that man suffer. He could see the fear in her eyes. She was afraid of him. He reached for her but drew his hand back after seeing the blood splattered on it. He grimaced. He looked every bit the wild animal that he has always be called at that moment. Diaochan swallowed hard and pushed off of the bed. She stood before him, and looked up to him, her face red and eyes puffy from her earlier crying. She rose on her tip toes and wrapped thin arms around his large corded neck.
"You saved me," She whispered to him. Lu Bu didn't move to hold her or comfort. He was still fueled by his earlier kill and he knew he needed to keep that fire burning to finish this battle. There would be time for gentle touches later.
"Get dressed," He commanded. Diaochan pulled back and looked at him with sad eyes before nodding and doing as he instructed. While she dressed, Lu Bu fully hacked off Dong Zhou's head. Diaochan tried to avert her eyes from the sight. When finished she stood beside him, making sure to stand on the opposite side of him to be away from the head he currently held in his large hand. He didn't speak to her as he lead the way out of the room to show the troops that their leader has fallen. They emerged into the courtyard where a fierce battle was ensuing. Dong Zhou's forces were pushing his own back. Lu Bu growled. This was the force Wang Yun got together? They were all pathetic!
"Your leader is dead!" Lu Bu's booming voice cut through the clash of metal against metal as he held up his hand holding Dong Zhou's severed head.
"Surrender and be spared, fight and share his fate!"
"Lu Bu has slain our master! We must avenge our fallen leader! Fight! Fight!" Came a cry. Lu Bu's eyes focused on the owner of the voice and saw that it belonged to Zhang Ji. Lu Bu's sneered, this pathetic man thinks he could stop him? He tossed Dong Zhou's head and prepared to charge into battle when one of the soldiers fighting on his side ran over to him.
"My Lord! We are being pushed back on all fronts! Zhang Ji, Li Jue, Guo Si and Fan Chou have organized the remants of Dong Zhou's forces and they are pushing us out of Chang'an. If we do not flee we will be killed!"
"Coward! I will not run from these maggots!"
"They have already reclaimed most of the castle! We won't win this battle. Please, My Lord." Lu Bu let out a feral growl. Why should he have to run? He slayed Dong Zhou and saved the Emperor from being under his thumb. He should be rewarded, not run out of the city. Damnit! Reluctantly, he gave the order for his troops to retreat.
He fought his way through waves of Dong Zhou's troops, cutting foes down without remorse. His blood was boiling at the thought that he had to flee Chang'an and despite the amount of blood he spilled, he was not sated. Diaochan kept a close distance to him but not close enough to get in the way of his rage. She wasn't sure if he would be able to differentiate between her and an enemy at this point. They had made it through the castle and made it within the inner city. It seemed the soldier was not lying. Lu Bu's forces were being pushed back heavily. Lu Bu had fought against waves and waves of enemies and he knocked them away as if they were mere insects. Unfortunately, they just kept coming. Despite how many he cut down, two more stood in their wake. Even a warrior as great as Lu Bu would eventually be worn out from this pace. They needed to reach the exit soon. Lu Bu picked up the pace, swatting enemies left and right. Diaochan helped as best she could taking out a few stragglers that tried to sneak up behind them. She had never fought so hard before in her life. They were nearing the exit to the city that Lu Bu had instructed Zhang Liao to hold. Just a bit longer.
Diaochan's eyes widened as a thought crossed her mind. Her father! Her father was still in the city!
"Lord Lu Bu! My father!" She pointed her finger across a drawbridge leading to the residential side of the city. "I need to save him."
"Shit," Lu Bu muttered as he realized that Lingqi and her mother were also there. He looked at an oncoming wave of enemies then back to the residential area. It looked fairly clear. Diaochan should be able to travel there herself. He stood ready to greet the on-comers.
"Lingqi is in the residential area with her mother. Get her first. She will help you fight against any trouble you may come across. Then together, you can get your father. I will hold this area till you return but be quick!"
Diaochan hesitated. He wanted her to get his daughter? The thought made her extremely uncomfortable but she gave him her acquiesce that she would do as he asked.
#
Diaochan ran through the residential district. She knew Lu Bu had instructed her to get to his daughter first but she had to see if her father was alright. It wouldn't matter as long as he picked up Lingqi afterwards. She burst into the home where her father was staying to see him several objects strewn about. Her heart clenched in her chest at the sight immediately thinking the worst. Wang Yun emerged from another room with a small bag in hand.
"Father! You are okay!" Wang Yun pulled Diaochan into a hug.
"Yes. I let the drawbridges down then hid here. Once I saw the battle was not going in our favor I grabbed a few items and was preparing to leave. I knew you would find me, my daughter."
Diaochan nodded quickly and wiped a tear that had fallen from her cheek.
"I would never leave you father. We need to go now," She took hold of his hand and tried to pull him towards the exit but he stood fast.
"Wait, you need to tell me. Is-is Dong Zhou dead?"
"Yes father. I saw Lu Bu slay him before my eyes."
Wang Yun let out a breath of relief. At least that blight is no longer around to plague the land. Come, we must flee."
He led the way out of his home and pulled her towards the drawbridge which would lead them out of the residential area. It was Diaochan's turn to hold him back. He looked at her in question.
"Lord Lu Bu asked me to retrieve Lingqi and Lady Yang."
"Are you mad?" Wang Yun hissed. Diaochan was surprised by the sudden change in demeanor from her adopted father.
"W-what do you mean?" She stammered.
"This is a golden opportunity. We can say we couldn't find them. Lu Bu wouldn't question it because it is possible due to the fierce battle raging. They won't be around to challegne you for Lu Bu's affection. You and you alone will hold his heart and through you, we can control him."
Diaochan was horrified at the words her father was speaking. How could he be so cruel as to let a girl and her mother die just to control Lu Bu? How could he think that she would be able to do such a thing with a clear conscious?
"I know you feel conflicted about this, Diaochan. But think about the glory of the Han. We have the chance to restore it with Lu Bu at our side. That won't happen if his wife and child are in the picture. It is an unfortunate sacrifice but one that must be made."
Diaochan felt numb. What he was asking her, it was horrible. Could she live with herself after doing something like this? She had lived with so much worse so far hasn't she? As horrible as it was to admit, she did like the idea of not having his daughter and wife around. They hadn't hidden their dislike of her. This was such an easy way to get rid of them. All she had to do was walk away. Diaochan nodded to her father in agreement. She would leave Lingqi and Lady Yang to their face. May the heavens forgive her for this but it was for the greater good.
Lu Bu was breathing heavy as he cut down another batch of soldiers when Diaochan and her father arrived. Fatigue was beginning to set in and he wouldn't be able to go at this pace for much longer.
"Where's Lingqi?" He demanded, his voice still strong despite his obvious exhaustion.
"W-we couldn't find them, My Lord. We searched but they were nowhere to be found," Diaochan answered. She kept her gaze downcast and her face pulled into a frown to show a state of dismay. Lu Bu eyes darted between her and Wang Yun.
"My Lord, I know this is hard but we need to flee. More soldiers are coming," Wang Yun implored.
"Fool! I won't leave my daughter. I'll go get her myself. You run to the exit."
"We won't make it on our own! I am a feeble old man and she is but a girl. She cannot fight the way you can. You would be condemning us to die!"
Lu Bu faltered. He looked toward the drawbridge then back to Diaochan. Before he could make a decision, one was made for him. The remnants of Dong Zhou's troops were rallying along with pyro-cannons in tow. Lu Bu knew that if he stayed and fought with the level of fatigue he felt, there was no guarantee they would survive. He cast one last glance towards the drawbridge leading to the residential district which the enemy was now raising. He could not help but feel a profound sadness and anger wash through his body as he made the decision to abandon Lingqi. He let go of the sadness but held onto the anger. That anger would be put to good use. He showed no mercy as he hacked through the enemies in front of them. He fought like a man possessed, leading Diaochan and her father to the exit that Zhang Liao barely managed to hold. He turned back to look at the castle of Chang'an with a clenched fist.
"I vow that I shall return and when I do, I will crush all of those who oppose me!"
