My Ally My Enemy
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+A through F › Dynasty Warriors
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
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3,517
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4
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Enter Wei Yan
Author’s Note: I realize that in history things were quite different. From here on out, history takes a back seat to creative license. (In other words I know Yue Ying, Zhang Liang, and Wei Yan are all turning over in their graves. When I go to China next year, I probably need to watch out for them coming to kill me. ^_^) But seriously, I blame this all of this on Koei. (In other words if you want to know why I choose him, then ask. :op)
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Wei Yan watched as the battle drew closer. He gripped his voulge tight in his hand. While he loved to fight, even he could admit when he was in a losing situation. The Shu army not only had more troops, their troops were better trained. Zhao Yun, Liu Bei's spear, had already taken over one fortress. The God of War, Guan Yu, waded through his enemies, heading closer to his brother-in-arms. Zhang Fei was issuing bellows that had made one of the generals turn tail and run. It was only a matter of time now.
His eyes turned to where the Shu army's main camp lay. Zhuge Liang, a genius, most called him. While he admitted that the strategy involved so far was a very good one, he couldn't help but dislike the way the man stayed far back in the rear, issuing his orders from the safety of a fortress.
Huang Zhong rode up to him. He watched as his long time mentor stretched ancient aches and pains out of his body, the noise accompanied by pops and groans. "It appears we may have to engage the enemy. It‘s a pity. Guan Yu is a great man. I wished that you had gotten to know him Yan."
Wei Yan smiled at the man he considered his father. "Wait. Zhong no go battle yet."
Zhong raised one eyebrow. "Don't tell me that you planned for this?"
Wei Yan smiled. "Watch." *You're getting too old for war. I can't risk you being harmed, even if it means I never fight in a battle again. * He handed his father the invention that Siam Yi had gifted him with. The strategist had called them binoculars, explaining to him that the cut glass allowed one to see over great distances.
Wei Yan had no need for the glass; he knew what he would see. As the Shu army pressed closer, a small army would be emerging behind them. Wei Yan watched Zhong's face with satisfaction as his friend's jaw dropped open. "It's Cao Ren! But how?" His mentor turned to him.
"Sent fastest rider. He brought help." *We might have a chance now if Cao Ren sent one of his troops for reinforcements. *
Zhong gave a laugh. "You are brilliant, Yan." He put the telescope back to his eye. "What's this? A woman has issued a challenge!"
"What?" *Impossible. Liu Bei believes women too weak to allow them to fight. *
"Look for yourself," Zhong handed the telescope back to him.
Wei Yan looked through the eyepiece. Close to the enemy camp he saw a lone woman spinning what looked to be a scythe. A circlet kept golden strands of hair off her face, but it still managed to float around her. Her armor was the most sensible piece he had seen any of the female warriors wear. But it was the grim look of resolve on her face that caught his attention. He watched as she whirled and sliced through Cao Ren's troops, easily cutting through them. Soon, only Cao Ren remained, and after a few more efficient moves, his ally turned tail, and ran.
"Beautiful."
"What did you say?" Huang Zhong watched him, one eyebrow arched.
"Ally defeated."
His mentor snatched the telescope back. "You jest." Shacking his head, Zhong cursed. "That whelp took out one of Wei's best men! I wonder who she is."
"That is not important." Han Xuan's voice came from behind them. “We need to defeat the enemy. Or do you wish them to defeat us?"
"You speak words near to treason." Huang Zhong turned towards their commander. "Best to keep a civil tongue in your mouth."
"By all means I would, if my generals would stop staring at some woman, and go about defending this fortress." Xuan crossed his arms over his chest, his dark brows angling downward.
"As you wish," Zhong mounted his horse, and went to mobilize his troops.
Wei Yan turned to follow when Han Xuan's voice stopped him. "Hold. This is not your fight. I want to see if the old man can still handle battle."
"No fight?"
"Right idiot. No fight."
As his commander walked away, Wei Yan clinched his fist. *If Zhong gets hurt, I'll add your bones to my collection*
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Wei Yan watched as the battle drew closer. He gripped his voulge tight in his hand. While he loved to fight, even he could admit when he was in a losing situation. The Shu army not only had more troops, their troops were better trained. Zhao Yun, Liu Bei's spear, had already taken over one fortress. The God of War, Guan Yu, waded through his enemies, heading closer to his brother-in-arms. Zhang Fei was issuing bellows that had made one of the generals turn tail and run. It was only a matter of time now.
His eyes turned to where the Shu army's main camp lay. Zhuge Liang, a genius, most called him. While he admitted that the strategy involved so far was a very good one, he couldn't help but dislike the way the man stayed far back in the rear, issuing his orders from the safety of a fortress.
Huang Zhong rode up to him. He watched as his long time mentor stretched ancient aches and pains out of his body, the noise accompanied by pops and groans. "It appears we may have to engage the enemy. It‘s a pity. Guan Yu is a great man. I wished that you had gotten to know him Yan."
Wei Yan smiled at the man he considered his father. "Wait. Zhong no go battle yet."
Zhong raised one eyebrow. "Don't tell me that you planned for this?"
Wei Yan smiled. "Watch." *You're getting too old for war. I can't risk you being harmed, even if it means I never fight in a battle again. * He handed his father the invention that Siam Yi had gifted him with. The strategist had called them binoculars, explaining to him that the cut glass allowed one to see over great distances.
Wei Yan had no need for the glass; he knew what he would see. As the Shu army pressed closer, a small army would be emerging behind them. Wei Yan watched Zhong's face with satisfaction as his friend's jaw dropped open. "It's Cao Ren! But how?" His mentor turned to him.
"Sent fastest rider. He brought help." *We might have a chance now if Cao Ren sent one of his troops for reinforcements. *
Zhong gave a laugh. "You are brilliant, Yan." He put the telescope back to his eye. "What's this? A woman has issued a challenge!"
"What?" *Impossible. Liu Bei believes women too weak to allow them to fight. *
"Look for yourself," Zhong handed the telescope back to him.
Wei Yan looked through the eyepiece. Close to the enemy camp he saw a lone woman spinning what looked to be a scythe. A circlet kept golden strands of hair off her face, but it still managed to float around her. Her armor was the most sensible piece he had seen any of the female warriors wear. But it was the grim look of resolve on her face that caught his attention. He watched as she whirled and sliced through Cao Ren's troops, easily cutting through them. Soon, only Cao Ren remained, and after a few more efficient moves, his ally turned tail, and ran.
"Beautiful."
"What did you say?" Huang Zhong watched him, one eyebrow arched.
"Ally defeated."
His mentor snatched the telescope back. "You jest." Shacking his head, Zhong cursed. "That whelp took out one of Wei's best men! I wonder who she is."
"That is not important." Han Xuan's voice came from behind them. “We need to defeat the enemy. Or do you wish them to defeat us?"
"You speak words near to treason." Huang Zhong turned towards their commander. "Best to keep a civil tongue in your mouth."
"By all means I would, if my generals would stop staring at some woman, and go about defending this fortress." Xuan crossed his arms over his chest, his dark brows angling downward.
"As you wish," Zhong mounted his horse, and went to mobilize his troops.
Wei Yan turned to follow when Han Xuan's voice stopped him. "Hold. This is not your fight. I want to see if the old man can still handle battle."
"No fight?"
"Right idiot. No fight."
As his commander walked away, Wei Yan clinched his fist. *If Zhong gets hurt, I'll add your bones to my collection*