Chapter 18: Opposing the New Order

"I would have never thought that such... beings could exist in this world," the emperor thought aloud. His eyes narrowed in thought. He rested his chin upon his knuckles and leaned his elbow onto his knee as he sat on his golden throne. "Does anyone have the slightest idea just who or what they are? Where in the world do they come from and how is it that we have only become of aware of their existence until now? I am completely astonished," he said to the officials and Scholars standing before him in the court, studying them one by one. The lull moment in the Ming Empire's current situation has allowed the Emperor more time to think and ponder about such things during his sleepless nights. "Why us? Why desire such troublesome conquests?? These questions are driving me mad!"

None of the eunuchs or bureaucrats was able to answer the questions. The League of Martial Scholars looked at each other and nodded.

"Imperial Majesty, before we embarked from Guangzhou I had made several discoveries about the enemy which have compelled us to make the journey to the capital in the first place. Long before I joined the League of Martial Scholars, I was a traveler for many years. In search of knowledge and history, I had followed the ancient trade routes which led me to many places beyond the deserts to the west where grand cities and great kingdoms thrive in the sandy domains. In all my travels however, I had seen only people, many kinds of people-men and women just like us but who were of many colors in skin, hair, and eyes. Many of them have traveled far and wide like I and had homes from distant corners of the continents, in strange nations some have not yet inked onto a map. This is why the Terukk have been a most curious topic of my thoughts when they had first arrived for I have never seen nor heard of anyone like the Terukk in all my years of travel."

"That still does not answer my question. Get to the point. I want to know what they really are. You said you have discovered some things about them that compelled you to come to the aid of my court?" the emperor asked eagerly. He edged closer to the edge of his seat and leaned forward, his eyes narrowing at his gaze at Tian Qiu.

"Go on. Tell him what you have discovered in the library," encouraged Lu Guanying.

Tian Qiu shifted uncomfortably in his own boots. "I discovered a chest full of papers, books, and documentations thought to have been destroyed decades ago by the eunuchs of your ancestor Emperor Yongle's court. It was clear that when the Ming voyaged around the known world proclaiming the might of the empire, Admiral Zheng He had interacted with the Pale Foreigners... and in fact had managed to make a journey into what seemed to be the very edge of their homeland."

Gasps and murmurs filled the court and the Emperor became wide-eyed at the news. "A fatal wound had eventually taken Zheng He's life on their route back home. The story of the Dragon Throne's treasure fleet has resulted in the largest cover-up in the history of the Middle Kingdom."

Those in the hall who were learning of this for the first time were dumbstruck at the revelation. It was nearly impossible to believe that no one had the faintest knowledge of such momentous events ever having taken place in the history of the Ming Dynasty. Emperor Zhu Youcheng stood and began to pace and was in utter shock of what he had just heard.

"The surprises never cease. This changes many things but it also explains much. So, what land do they come from?" the Emperor asked.

"According to what I have read, Majesty, throughout his voyages the eunuch admiral had been investigating evidence of sightings of the Terukk and their meddling in the trade routes. No one in the nations he visited could give him a definitive answer. His investigation led him to sail south for some weeks to a place where the air is eternally frigid and the land is forever encompassed by mountains and seas of ice." Tian Qiu paused in thought for a moment or two. "The accounts reveal that their land is far more foreign than any other place the known world. Even the landscapes and beasts that roam their domain are unlike any other we have seen, at least according to Ma Huan's accounts. The fact that most the ships in the fleet made it back home was a miracle in itself," Tian added, still with a hint of wonder in his eyes as he imagined what the Terukk homeland may be like in person. "The location and nature of their homeland is probably why we have never seen the Terukk until recently."

"I demand to see these records at once! You should have informed me of such a finding when you first stepped foot in my court." The emperor stood from his throne and paced to and fro in deep thought as he tried to digest what he had learned.

"So... they sought to conquer us through deceitful political schemes. When that failed they resorted to violence. Now, it is almost certain that they will be deploying their armies to conquer us through force," the Emperor muttered. "The defeat of their mindless pawns at Liaodong was all part of their plan."

Lu Guanying faced the Emperor and bowed. "We can be certain that whatever the Terukk tried to accomplish here in the Middle Kingdom, they have surely tried elsewhere. The Ministry of Rites has received very little news from the outside world and even the tributaries of our great Ming Empire have not met their scheduled visitations and tributes- understandable given the current situation. However, it is apparent that this is all primarily of the Terukk's doing. The League will continue to work tirelessly with all the ministries in the Department of State Affairs to keep updated with all the developments occurring around us."

In the weeks following the battles of the Gulf of Beizhili and Liaodong Peninsula, the imperial Ming government continued great efforts in increasing security throughout the empire. Generals and their officers trained hundreds of thousands of troops for an impending full-scale war against a powerful and advanced enemy of which they knew very little. Imperial commander He Feishen and his brother General He Jin along with many lieutenant generals and captains managed the installations of new forts and garrisons surrounding Beijing. The mass-manufacturing of warships, weapons, and armor drove full speed in the capital and in far-away Nanjing and in the shipyards and dry docks of cities along the Grand Canal. Many farms allocated much of their harvests to supply the troops. In the capital, the Martial Scholars, the Ministry of War, and the Ministry of Works personally oversaw the development and production of the new fire-driven weapons and explosive armaments designed by Big Bang. Every technological edge the Ming could muster was seized. The most active shipyards were under heavy protection and brought production to maximum efficiency at Tianjin and at Nanjing, the former capital. The entire Middle Kingdom was running on industrial overdrive in preparation for the imminent Terukk invasion.

Word from the court spread quickly to Emperor Zhu Youcheng of important activities occurring throughout the provinces. The government's ministries issued their reports on recent developments.

"Attacks on other cities along the southern length of the Grand Canal have ceased and the attackers have retreated back into the wilderness. A fleet of armed river ships full of troops have been commissioned to patrol much of the canal and several forts have been hastily though strategically erected near the most populated towns."

Further news reached the emperor's court by way of sophisticated communications networks from the remnants of the Eastern and Western Depots reveal that even developments happening overseas were becoming known.

"The small of isle of Dayuen off the Middle Kingdom's south east coast had already come under the complete control of pirate lord Mizushima and his pirate armada. Many of the indigenous peoples and Han settlers from Ming have been killed, enslaved, or destroyed at sea," reported the minister and agents.

"Good Heaven. Dayuen now belongs to the enemy. They will engulf us from all sides." The emperor clenched his fists and shook his head. "What about our navy? How is it?"

"By now, Admiral Han Bin and several squadrons of warships guard and patrol the coastlines along Fujian province and the coasts further south. They will be ready for the pirates should they attempt an attack on our southern maritime gateway. The army has garrisoned several strategic locations in the south as well. If the pirate puppets of the Terukk ever attempt an amphibious assault, they will be met with deadly force," Shang Jian assured the emperor. His confidence in the Ming military had increased of late; it was evident in his tone. "The imperial commander and several of your highest-ranking generals have already prepared the army to the very best."

Emperor Zhu Youcheng sat in his study completely alone to deal with his depression and anxiety. A thousand questions of "what ifs" plagued his mind, and he spent his days restless and largely sleepless. Such was his stress that he was obliged to entrust his remaining civil duties to the Scholars and the resentful mandarins of his court. Even though squads of highly-trained Martial Academicians guarded the palace alongside his own royal Capital Guard, he felt exposed and vulnerable within his own room. The trouble his nation faced was larger than his palace. The very empire had become surrounded by ravenous wolves. Even the seas had become hostile. Even as he sat in the comfort and safety of his abode, a powerful storm was rapidly approaching his shores. His own wife and baby son were on his mind constantly. He must protect them at all costs.

"How could Heaven allow such evil to exist?" he asked Famin Jie. "Why are the Terukk allowed to continue on their evil path?"

"All creatures are given a choice to do that which is beneficial or harmful. Sometimes their will causes great harm to others. In your case, Majesty, what value has faith if it will not be tested in heat? Does steel harden in the wind, or is it forged through fire and hammer? Likewise, we are strengthened through these trials. Faith and trust grows and develops through the most turbulent and desperate of times. Through pain and anguish, we can see truth and righteousness prevail over the darkness, and then we can see the sovereignty of Shang Di. There are no 'accidents' for those who are under Heaven," Famin Jie answered. "Sometimes evil is allowed to continue so that those who follow righteousness will be drawn to take action and grow in spirit."

"I wish that Heaven would just intervene and disperse the celestials to crush our enemies," the emperor said, still visibly distraught.

"Heaven has intervened, my emperor. Heaven has mandated you to lead empire, granted your eyes a supernatural vision beyond description, and has gifted your government with some of the brightest minds in all the earth. Is that not an incredible intervention?" Famin Jie answered him.

"You are right, you are right. I was wrong to despair. The vision-how could I ever forget it? Even now, my eyes almost become blinded when I recall it."

"War is a very costly endeavor. The losses would be irrecoverable. Life once gone can never be returned. How many lives will be sacrificed before the price can be paid in full?"

"And how many lives will be lost if we do not fight at all?" Famin Jie asked in response. "Do not waste time living in fear, lamenting over war and crying over circumstances we cannot control! We did not choose this fight but we can choose the outcome. We are caught in the spider's web and living in fear will do nothing to help us escape it. The only question that remains now is 'are you willing to have faith and trust?'"

Emperor Zhu Youcheng closed his eyes and forced his shoulders to relax. He recalled the great history lessons of his youth and often wondered what the great figures of past dynasties would have done. If he could only converse with every one of them, he would feel more confident. But there was no use in wasting his time on such wishful thoughts. Famin Jie was right; trust and faith were the keys in such trying times. He kept going back to the life-changing vision he had been granted and yet, he had not begun to understand its meaning. Describing it would be near impossible. Still, it was the only true hope he held close.

"Thank you, Sage. I must spend some time in solitude and reflect on how I will choose the outcome." To calm his nerves, he went to the Imperial Ancestral Temple just outside the palace and before the ancestral tablets, paid tribute to the memory of all those who came before him. The familiar fragrance of incense filled his nostrils and comforted him with memories of happier days. He dropped to his knees and fell upon his face after finding no consolation from his troubles. "If my prayer has any merit, let it be heard that on this day and on the days to come, the fate of the Empire is in the hands of Heaven, not mine, for I alone can do nothing. Let even the spirits and demons that traverse the universe bear witness to His sovereignty through this war. If I may be so bold as to give a request, it would be for wisdom, for there is no greater gift that would bring victory to the empire."

The Ministry of War had later issued an updated report to the court about their preparedness for war. Soldiers, strong armor, and newly-forged weapons were plenty. Discipline had been enforced and combat training had become more rigorous for all soldiers in the previous weeks. Through the admirable efforts of imperial commander Feishen, leadership training and competence had been restored through the ranks and in a matter of weeks have lubricated the rusted, old gears of the Ming military machine. Despite the greatly increased emphasis on military matters, soldiers for the most part, were not held in high esteem and save for the highest ranking officers, were stuck in the lower ranks of the social class. It was an unfortunate consequence of the political culture developed at the beginning of the dynasty where army life was believed to have been a last resort for those who could not pass the Civil Service Examinations.

This regard for the military caused a bit of concern for Shang Jian, an erudite of war classics and in the conducting and managing of warfare. He brought his concerns before the emperor one day saying that even though such a matter might be so minor, social standing was an integral part of the army's effectiveness and morale. Motivation and inspiration were powerful driving forces for an army and he expressed a need for efforts to be made to hold common soldiers in high esteem.

"In these troubled times, we are more dependent on the soldiers more than ever. It is vital that they be treated with high regard and respect for what they do on behalf of the empire for millions are dependent upon them for their defense. The highest morale is essential to ensuring victory," he said to his fellow Scholars, court officials, and the emperor.

"You are right to present these to my attention. Let it be so, that in conjunction with my declaration of reviving the old martial orientation to the fore of the Ming, that the social standings of all who serve in the fighting forces be no longer beneath that of the civil officialdom. In this manner, let all who endeavor to career in the armed forces not be disheartened, and shall encourage others to join in the defense of the Ming."

Therefore, a declaration was made by Zhu Youcheng promising higher wages for soldiers and exclusive benefits for their families for their service, and promised to them special recognition and reward for acts of valor, and valiance, and leadership in the battlefield. The emperor's proclamation spread quickly throughout the army and scattered across the vast provinces, and was received with great acclamation. Renewed vigor immediately spread throughout the army. As trifling a matter as it may seem, the government has made yet another small step to ensure victory in the current conflict.

Such were the events that transpired in the days the Hongzhi Emperor prepared his empire for war with an enemy whom they know very little. He and the Martial Scholars within the court, however, were even more eager to hear news of Sun Xin's mission in the remote wilderness of the provinces. Forging alliances was but one effort to ensure their survival. Defeating the uniting societies of the Underworld was a more urgent matter. While enemies plotted abroad, other enemies plotted from within. The operation of Sun Xin and the Academicians was more crucial than they themselves realized.One could only wait in anticipation of what had become of his mission...

The Proposals

Intricate communication networks have brought news from abroad. The court, in cooperation with the League of Martial Scholars issued an official report on the current state of affairs in the neighboring realms:

The Middle Kingdom's neighbor Chaoxian, natively called 'Joseon', had been subjugated by the Terukk completely. They ultimately suffered a fate that would have befallen the Ming if the Martial and Hanlin Scholars had not intervened. King Seongjong (Cheng Zong), of Chaoxian and his entire ruling administration were forced to economically and politically submit to foreign occupation with the signing of an unfair treaty not long after having lost several battles against the Terukk-Wild Nuzhen alliance. Chaoxian's fighting forces have been disbanded, its warships destroyed by fire, and all its official communications with the Ming Empire severed. The nation of Chaoxian had officially fallen to the enemy. Furthermore, under the orchestrations of the Terukk, a massive army of Wild Nuzhen cavalry was also secretly organizing at the borders of Chaoxian, preparing for all out invasion against their rivals the Menggu located west of their location. The Nuzhen's Jianzhou and Haixi clans further south of their position were also under threat of imminent attack. They have already destroyed the deserted Ming frontier garrisons stationed in Nuzhen country and were just beginning their path of conquest.

Emperor Zhu Youcheng received the news with a great pain and became evermore distressed at these critical developments occurring within the borders of the empire. Contact with other nations has ceased altogether and news from the rest of the outside world was anyone's guess. It would not be unreasonable to say that they too have fallen to the Terukk and were now under their control.

In the east, over the Yellow Sea, the island nation Riben, called "Nihon" by its people, alas had fallen into full-scale civil war. The arrival and meddling of the Terukk has worsened the already-deteriorating political situation. Thus, the warrior aristocracy that governed the land had become violently divided between the Ashikaga military regime and the king of Riben who was called "emperor" by his loyalists. The Ashikaga government upholds national autonomy, independence from the outside world, and sovereignty over all the affairs within their domain. Their "emperor", a mere cultural symbol of unity, had gained quite a large following with the newfound power that the Terukk had granted. Consequently, the two factions clashed after the puppet emperor declared war against the Ashikaga Administration led by the Shogun named Yoshitane (Yizhi).

"The world has fallen into chaos, and evil surrounds us. Among the nations, I feel that we stand alone to defy the Pale Foreigners," lamented Emperor Zhu Youcheng. He slumped over his throne, his hand cupped his mouth as he drifted into deep thought. The advisors who brought him the news could not provide further solutions outside of the implementation of military power and the mission entrusted to Sun Xin.

"I have a proposal for the court, Majesty," said Shang Jian unexpectedly.

"What do you have in mind, Martial Scholar? Have you learned something of late? Any important developments to report?" the emperor asked in great interest. His words caught his attention and momentarily distracted him from his depression.

"Yes, there is, your majesty. The Martial Scholars and this court are united in what I am about to say. That is, fortunately, not everyone in the world is inclined to buy into the wiles of the Terukk. The warrior clans loyal to Ashikaga's rule are powerful and have taken up arms against them. This means that they have seen through the Terukk's intentions and were wise enough to resist them. We advise that you lend your support for their cause. They will surely reciprocate it. Joseon, on the other hand, has also long been a loyal vassal state of the Middle Kingdom and has faithfully paid tribute for many centuries. It is only right that we send military aid. Their liberation would be most crucial to our victory once their armed forces are regathered. The alliance of three nations is greatly advantageous and would do much against Terukk military advances regardless of their might. I freely admit that these undertakings are not only extremely difficult, costly, and time-consuming, but if we are successful we would stand a much greater chance of repelling a Terukk invasion if we fight together. Let us take the fight to them! Your Majesty, I beseech you to consider this course of action. If it is your wish to be so, then we must act quickly."

Emperor Zhu Youcheng's expression grew solemn as he pondered on Shang Jian's proposal. Despite the odds, he was compelled to agree with the warrior-scholar.

"What you are asking is extremely costly and unguaranteed, not to mention unthinkable, but I cannot turn my gaze from your perspective. Sigh. Can we really afford such an undertaking? We've not the time or the immediate resources given our own costly war preparations," he questioned anxiously.

The Scholars did not oppose the plan but were less enthusiastic than the imperial commander about its undertaking. Though they were the first to discuss and realize the importance of creating an alliance with their neighbors, they left the decision solely at the emperor's discretion. It did not take an intellectual to realize the folly of fighting enemies on two fronts alone.

"Martial Scholar," the emperor addressed him. "How do you plan on retaking Chaoxian? They have been conquered by a vast horse army of Wild Nuzhen who, at this very moment, are gathering their forces and resources for an assault against our northeastern frontier."

"A large chunk of the army is stationed here in the North. Many more surround the capital. I would also like to respectfully remind you that your three governor generals guarding the walls in the Nine Border Garrisons are ready to be deployed at a moment's notice. If we can launch a quick offensive, we may be able to overwhelm the Wild Nuzhen with long ranged fire before their cavalry forces meet our troops. With shock tactics and full scale assaults, we can liberate all of Chaoxian before winter. They will not be expecting it."

"I cannot compromise the northern borders. The imperial commander would agree that our forces stationed there should remain there on guard." But before the Emperor could further consider the plan, Famin Jie stepped forward to speak his mind.

"There is great wisdom in Scholar Shang's proposal, your Majesty. But may I suggest a slightly different approach with liberating Chaoxian?" His slouched posture straightened as he made his way before the officials. His cane tapped lightly against the floor tiles of the hall. "Before we can free Chaoxian, there is another task we must first undertake although, it might be deemed... rather controversial for this court," he said concernedly.

"I am afraid I will not like what I will hear but please, go on," said the emperor as he massaged his eyebrows.

"There is a chance we might be able to spare our troops of risky and audacious battles when invasion is most imminent. Our chances of defeating the Wild Nuzhen of the North could depend heavily upon..." he hesitated for a brief moment. "...an alliance with the Menggu tribes."

Murmurs and whispers immediately resounded in the hall as reactions of shock and disbelief made their way amongst the Martial Scholars and ministers. "Being much farther inland," he continued, "I believe their nation has yet to have had directly encountered the Terukk. Allying with them would be greatly advantageous and completely unexpected by the enemy. We may also be able to put countless bloodshed and ancient animosity to an end."

"Have you gone mad?" the emperor said aloud. He stood from his throne so quickly it even startled the armored guards who stood right outside the hall. "I refuse! Such an idea is unthinkable. We have been enemies for a thousand years! We cannot ally ourselves with one mortal enemy to defeat another mortal enemy. Such a course of action could lead to disaster! There is no way they would ever decide to lend us aid after we have driven their ancestors away from this land over one hundred twenty four years ago. To this day, bands of horsemen relentlessly raid our border frontiers and kill our people without mercy! If anything, those petty, nomadic goat herders would much rather join the Terukk."

"I completely sympathize with your feelings toward the barbarity of the Menggu... but even I must admit that there is sound reason in the hermit's proposal, Majesty," commented Shang Jian. Even Famin Jie was surprised by the Martial Scholar's comment. "The enemy of our enemy can be our friend. It might just work."

"Good Sage, honorable Scholars and the gentlemen of this court, how would barbarian horsemen, who have been our enemies for millennia, ever want to help us win this war? We are their mortal enemies; they would rather watch us fall. They are uneducated, uncivilized. They've yet to build their own monuments and cities, or invent something useful. It is senseless talk, I tell you," the emperor ranted.

"Those 'goat-herders' nearly conquered the world. After sixty years of war, they managed to conquer the Song Dynasty through brilliant leadership and tactical ability. Today they are under the leadership of one Batu Mongke, 'Dayan Khan'. Your majesty, we have much to gain from a temporary truce with the Menggu," said Shang Jian.

"And yet in less than a century we managed to rise up and oust them forever. Who else can boast such a feat? Under the leadership of this so-called Khan they lay waste to our people on the empire's outskirts," the emperor countered.

Famin Jie nodded in agreement to Shang Jian's words. "Though I am not in the least bit qualified to meddle in military affairs and politics, I am sure of one thing. I know that humility and meekness can win the hearts of even the roughest men. By faith, we will have them ally with us against a common enemy. For as the softness of water can carve hard stone, so too can hardened hearts be made tender through gentle words... and ancient enemies can be made into allies," Famin Jie preached. The court became quiet, seemingly in silent agreement with the Sage's perspective. "No matter how much our ancient enemies wish to see us fall, they too are people who desire to be free, and resist those who wish to enslave and conquer them. Reach out to the young Menggu Chieftain. We must try." Though Famin Jie did not know who the current Menggu Chieftain was, he firmly believed that the current Khan would decide to aid the Ming's struggles against the Terukk despite the higher probability of the alternative.

Imperial commander Feishen, who had just joined the gathering, was hesitant to speak. However, reasonable men did not let emotion, pride, or ego determine their course of action.

"As much as I deem the Menggu my sworn enemy, even I realize the folly of fighting the Wild Nuzhen without their aid. Yes, in months or even years, we may be able to defeat the Wild Nuzhen on our own, but we would never be able to conquer them." He paused and took a breath. "I know first-hand the ferocity and strength of the Menggu hordes on the battlefield and their brilliant tactical abilities with unmatched horse archery could prove priceless on the open plains of the North. They've put it to magnificent use in their maneuvers in the region of Ordos. I have personally participated in many campaigns against them early in my career as a soldier, and have suffered defeats more times than I can count. This is the very reason why I realize the limitless potential of making them allies. For the sake of the empire, I am willing a truce with the Menggu and forge an unlikely alliance even for just this once. I can only hope that they would be willing to reciprocate." Imperial commander Feishen stroked the strands of his helm's tassel as he held it to his waist, thinking of the possibilities of a Ming-Menggu alliance could bring in a campaign against the Terukk.

The Imperial Commander respected the Menggu even though, to a large degree, he hated them as well. He would have to put aside his personal feelings for the greater cause of their survival, but most certainly the Menggu hated him even more for what he had done against them. "The alliance of the four nations would no doubt turn the tide against the Terukk and all who follow their unclean goals. It is a deal that even the Menggu could not refuse," he thought. He turned to face the Scholars and court officials and his cape swirled and flowed to follow his pivot. It was necessary for them to seriously ponder on the strategy.

"The Wild Nuzhen and the Menggu have long been rival equestrian nations. The Menggu will realize the mutual benefit of allying with us and look forward to crushing their rivals. The Haixi and Jianzhou clans, on the other hand, will be ready to ally with us against their Wild kin. We will help defeat the Wild Nuzhen and in turn, the door to Chaoxian's freedom will slide open. A pact with the Menggu must be made for the alliance of our nations to be realized. It starts with us, Emperor," he emphasized. Emperor Zhu Youcheng was very hesitant to agree to the proposals presented by his administration. Allying with the Menggu went against his every instinct as the Emperor, as a husband, and as a father. Deep in his heart he knew that this was the logical course of action and would be decisive in their campaigns against the Terukk and the Dark Armies.

"I need time. I need time to think this through," said the Emperor painfully.

"With all due respect, Your Majesty, I urge you to make a decision soon. We may miss our only chance to see this through. If we commit to this task, we must do it quickly," said Shang Jian. The rest of the Scholars were becoming eager for something to happen. They have been lying in wait for too long and it was high time that the Ming took aggressive action.

Away from the Scholars and the military officers, Emperor Zhu Youcheng spoke with Famin Jie in private.

"I am not at all at ease with these propositions. I need reassurance that this course of action was indeed the wise one. With spiritual insight, Sage, can you tell me that allying with the Menggu to liberate Chaoxian is a proper course of action?" the Emperor asked worriedly.

"I believe it is time that peace comes between the Middle Kingdom and the Menggu. If we can make peace with them, we can end many years of bitter resentment and conflict between our peoples. We need them whether we like it or not. You know this to be true in your heart," Famin counseled to him. The Emperor closed his eyes and drew a deep sigh then paced around the room with hands behind his back.

"Yes, I realize it. I admit that my pride was causing me to doubt and it has kept me from seeing the truth of the matter," the Emperor confessed.

"Reassure the Menggu Chieftain that you can be trusted. Reveal to him that this campaign would be of great equal importance to them as it is to us. Tell him of the Terukk's deceit and all that had transpired here, and what would become of his own homeland should they be allowed to continue on their destructive path. The truth will be enough. As for the Wild Nuzhen..." Famin Jie frowned and looked down and hesitated for a moment. "I am afraid they have made a conscious decision to follow darkness by serving the Terukk. They know of the path they tread, yet they continue to walk upon it. Heaven does not bring punishment upon the people without ample warning. War will come to them since it is what they seek and they will realize their folly when all has been lost," Famin Jie said. "I understand that you have doubts and fears, my Emperor. But remember your revelatory vision. There was good reason why you have been granted it and it means that you are now tasked with the monumental responsibility of leading this country away from the darkness. Fear nothing. Heaven goes before you."

"Very well," the Emperor said under his breath. "I will send a special letter to Dayan Khan."

"If the Menggu refuse to accept, it will only be temporary. Sometimes, something drastic must occur before one finally decides to do the right thing," added Famin Jie.

To Dayan, the chieftain or "Khan" of the Menggu nation, the Emperor commissioned high-ranking Academician or Minor Martial Scholar emissaries to deliver the message. A light detachment of General Jin's mounted commando units accompanied them. He carried with him an Imperial seal as proof of the Emperor's sincerity in his desire to establish peace and form a military alliance. Such a letter from Emperor Hongzhi was a demonstration of humility and meekness that no other emperor in the Middle Kingdom had yet to exercise. In the letter to Dayan Khan, Chieftain of the Menggu Tribes:

To Dayan Khan, the great Yuan Chieftain of the Menggu

You, O great Khan are king of a great and mighty nation, the Northern Yuan of the Menggu. You have once expressed a desire to create and maintain a relationship of trust and mutual gain with the Ming Empire to share with its many blessings many have yearned for, but long has the Ming wrongfully denied your requests. Therefore it is my sincerest pleasure to grant your nation these privileges and more, and bestow upon you a status of equality and the Ming's impartial regard for you and your people. Such an offer has never before been granted to any other nation but I am now choosing to offer it to you, esteemed Khan. Though our traditions and customs vary greatly, it is in our greatest interest for the great Menggu become an invaluable ally against the powers and principalities that threaten our lands and our people. For far too long, the Middle Kingdom warred against the Menggu. Now, I desire to call you friend.

A great evil has reached our shores. They have desecrated the land and have brought chaos and darkness to the empire. In these devils we will find a common enemy greater than any other we have ever faced in history. I beseech you, Great Khan, to accept my proposal of friendship and mutual respect so that we may stand together against the Enemy, for they will surely come to take your land and enslave your people's minds and bodies. We have resisted them once but soon they will return bringing their weapons and armies to conquer us all. Such subjugation would be unprecedented in all of history. They are very intelligent, cunning, and deceptive to the highest degree and have managed to turn many of my loyal people into Hanjians, traitors of the worst kind. Even as I now speak, the Wild Nuzhen ally with the Foreign Devils and amass against us from Chaoxian (Joseon). Now we fear they are turning their eyes upon your land and people. Join us, Great Khan, and together we can defeat the Wild Nuzhen and resist the Foreign Devils when they come. I write to you openly admitting our need for your aid. Will you accept my offer and create a powerful friendship that will last ten thousand years?

Emperor Zhu Youcheng had not only proposed a truce between their peoples, but vouchsafed to hold the Menggu in equal regard as men, with a willingness to undo centuries of animosity, and therefore promising economic and political privileges rarely granted to nations with even the most loyal and handsome tributes.

It was an offer no reasonable man would refuse. To Emperor Zhu Youcheng, it was a great act of faith. He was putting Famin Jie's advice of humility and meekness to the test. The emissary and the escorts rode north posthaste beyond the Great Wall, past the mountains to enter the vastness of the Northern Yuan steppe where the Menggu dominate the realm.

To the young Commander-in-Chief of the Ashikaga military regime whom the people call "Sho-Gun", he wrote a letter pledging full military support for the Ashikaga's campaigns against the Terukk machinations and their puppet emperor. A promise was also made to strengthen ties between their two nations.

To the Martial Commander (Shogun) of the Ashikaga of Riben (Nihon):

The Foreign Devils continue to meddle in our affairs and have wreaked havoc among our peoples. I write to you expressing our desire to lend aid in your campaigns against the foreigners and all those whom they puppeteer to wage war against you. I desire to commit a generous portion of my army to aid you in crushing your enemies so that you may reclaim your kingdom. In exchange we request your reciprocation in the resistance against the devils in the mainland. We shall do likewise when they storm your beaches and attempt to lay siege upon your cities and castles. As we speak, the enemy rallies evil agents against us. Even now, the Underworld prepares to overthrow the Ming Empire in favor of the Enemy. Pirates native to your land have conquered Dayuen and prepare to launch an assault when the Foreigners begin their invasion. Together, Great Shogun, we will be a powerful fighting force unrivaled by all other nations in the world of men. We must defend our homes and our people. It is our divine duty, for we will answer to Heaven if we fail in our responsibility. Should we succeed, we will have forged a bond and a mighty alliance that shall be unshaken and unbroken for ten thousand years. Will you accept my invitation for a military alliance?

Martial Scholar Zhang Sunzan was sent as an envoy to the Ashikaga's military commander, Shogun Yoshitane. Zhang Sunzan's knowledge of diplomacy and politics and communication would ensure that they reach an agreement.

Not long after the emperor's letter had been written, Zhang Sunzan embarked on his diplomatic mission on the Phoenix Spirit with a light escort of warships and set a course full sail to the east around the southern tip of Nihon. The land of Riben had long been branded a rebellious "sibling", a troubled child in the eyes of the Ming and of Chaoxian. It was a nation driven by the culture of an elite warrior caste where the commoners and peasants were often pushed aside or downtrodden. Zhang Sunzan found them quite paradoxical, given that the people of Riben had adopted much of the Middle Kingdom's culture including architecture, philosophy, and written language. To him, they were an eccentric people in a land of stark contrasts and extremes. What was most fascinating however, was their competence on the battlefield. Their passion for fighting and their fanatical attitudes toward honor and duty had made them legendary on the battlefield. "Sa-mu-rai" was what they named their warrior caste, and in few days' time, Zhang Sunzan was scheduled to meet with their young commander-in-chief. He would be sure to take great care with his words and to observe all necessary rituals, ceremonies, and honorifics. The Wo people of Riben valued tradition and ritual to the highest degree. Indeed, they were a culture of contrasts.

He stood on the deck of the Phoenix Spirit, looking to the Eastern horizon where the sea met the sky, and he closed his eyes to savor the peace he knew would not last. The ship gently oscillated, swayed, and rolled with the waves. A fierce image of a golden phoenix was displayed on the ships prow, and it plowed through the waves with majesty. The smaller escort ships that sailed nearby appeared to be toys, tossed around by the mountains of water. Mist and foam spattered over the deck and showered over some of the men. Some of the waves were large enough to tower over the masts until the ship could climb to its crest and descend into a dive over to the other side. Many of the crew who manned the Phoenix Spirit were comprised of veteran sailors who had once served in the Ming navy, but even they eventually felt nauseated with the continuous oscillation. A strong wind blew strongly to the east, carrying the ship with great speed, pushing its large battened sails to full flex. The large vessel creaked and moaned but its flat bottom and keel glided over the rough seas with ease. The modified tiller, connected to a uniquely designed rack and pinion, had to be locked in place to keep the waves from turning the rudder.

"Are we making good time, comrade?" asked Zhang Sunzan as he approached the uniformed man standing erectly near the ship's helm. He observed the waves as they seemed to swallow the ship.

"At this rate, we will arrive in Riben in half the time. I have never experienced a westerly wind this strong in my career. It almost seems... unnatural," said Ah'Chung as he scratched his head. Ah'Chung was one of the few Academicians with experience in the Ming military, and there were even fewer from those within the navy. He had joined their League's cause after leaving the navy due to his dissatisfaction with its governance.

"It seems that even the wind favors our cause," Zhang joked.

"Indeed it does!" the Ah'Chung agreed. "You know, Scholar Zhang, I love the land. I enjoy the sight of vast plains, majestic mountains, and awe-inspiring river valleys. But, there is an allure to the sea that I cannot explain. Its sheer vastness is like a taste of eternity pulling me into itself. I'm always drawn to the sea; it's why I joined his majesty's navy. Alas, I spent most of my time navigating the Grand Canal rather than sailing into the unknown. I think my passion was inherited from my father. It's been years since I last seen him. He set sail on his small merchant ship with my mother to start a new life in the isle of 'Lusong' in the tropics of the southeastern sea. I wonder if they still even live."

"Indeed I can appreciate the mysterious allure of the sea-it seems to promise the thrill of adventure for whoever ventures beyond the horizon. However, I would not fear so much for your parents. They will be pleasantly surprised to find communities of their fellow Han in Lusong's kingdoms. I assume though, that such circumstances make it difficult to fulfill your filial duties as a son," Zhang Sunzan replied.

"Alas, I cannot simply set sail to see them and care for them. It certainly does cause me to feel like an unfilial son. But now I have a duty to my wife and newborn daughter. They're my world now," said Ah'Chung.

"I sense you may yet have a chance to see your parents not long now," consoled Zhang Sunzan.

"This ship is a very good ship, and I've never seen a Fuchuan this unique. The guns, I may add, look rather exceptional," said Ah'Chung trying to change the emotionally-sensitive topic.

Zhang Sunzan chuckled with pride. "It was scheduled to burn in one of the naval yards but we've friends in special places that salvaged it on our behalf many years ago. I was hesitant to add even more guns considering the ship already sported sixteen. The Headmaster however, is quite fond of this vessel and insisted on adding another eight to the top deck. 'You can never be overly prepared,' he said. The cannons are all new, the latest in forging, casting, and metallurgy. Add a few repairs, some adjustments, and several unique upgrades and we have the Phoenix Spirit-the fastest and strongest ship outside the Ming navy." He held his head high with his response.

"Very good, very good. Cannons on the top deck can be a bit hazardous, but I suppose it's alright if the carriages are secured," said Ah'Chung.

The ship's flat bottom glided and rode over the towering waves with grace as if the heavy warship itself was eager to reach Riben.

In the Bowels of the Underworld

The tunnels seemed to go on forever. They snaked far beneath the ground branching off into chambers, halls, and corridors of packed earth and carved stone, but she did not like the tunnels one bit. It left very little room for movement and left even less for escape routes and sheer breathing room. She could not complain, however. These very tunnels had served her predecessors for many hundreds of years and it was where her father and grandmother had climbed to the top of the ladder of hierarchy within the Shan Gui, the Ghosts of the Mountain. They have long been branded fanatics-a clan of terrorists both unseen and untouchable. In truth, most of them were nothing more than peasants, just farmers and fishermen by day but lethal shadows in secret, in the dark. Their reputation across the land amused her and she laughed at the growing superstitious fear the people have long fostered concerning their existence. Many claim they were able to fly or move at superhuman speeds. The world was stupid. The Shan Gui had grown legendary across the Middle Kingdom and many have grown fearful of their tricks, labeling them as the result of dark magic and sorcery of sorts. Well... they were not tricks.

For almost a thousand years, the Shan Gui existed in shadow on the fringes of civilization, often disguised as simple commoners when having to blend with the society that dwelt in the daylight. Those who began the Shan Gui were nothing more than down-trodden citizens who constantly found themselves in the path of warlords, bandits, and hostile factions. No longer wishing to be the victims, the farmers united in a way that changed their futures forever. They adopted a path of violence and immersed themselves into the taboo combative and spiritual arts while living defiantly in hostile opposition to all who were not of the Shan Gui. It was not long until they became the largest and most feared organization of the Underworld.

Fa Lien, otherwise known by her clan name as White Wasp, continued through the tunnel until it opened up into a large assembly hall deep beneath the mountain where several thousand shadow warriors wearing the badge of the Shan Gui assembled to hear her address. This gathering was the first in a very long time, for today celebrated a special occasion. Hundreds of torches and flaming lamp stands illuminated the hall on the left and right. They bathed the compacted earth and stone with a fiery yellow-orange light that created a soft silhouette that outlined her slender yet curvaceous figure. Her dark robes extended over her hips and legs and danced with each stride. Her tall leather boots produced a steady tap tap as they lightly stepped onto the rocky dirt. She climbed the ladder that led into a high wooden platform while the chromium twin sabers strapped to her back glistened with what little light could reflect upon them. She donned a faceless mask of ivory-white before proceeding to address the legion below. As she stepped forward onto the platform, the warriors of their high caste stood at attention and in unison shouted:

"Hail, hail, White Wasp, chief commander of the Shan Gui!" Their voices boomed from the hall and echoed into the tunnels. She gestured for them to stand at ease and the stomps of three thousand boots upon the ground reverberated through the stale air. She looked upon them with pride like a mother to her children. She greatly anticipated what was to come.

"The time has come for us to behold the coming of an age, for the very foundations of civilization shall be shaken with great severity. We have been chosen to take seats of power and privilege in this New World Order! Rise, rise from the shadows!" The warriors cheered and roared with her announcement. From the shadowy corner of the platform, a special guest stood from his seat and stepped foot into the light where even the illumination of the flames could not alter the hue of his pale skin. He was very tall and ornately dressed in fine robes and ceremonial armor of unknown metals. Though he spoke to the legion in a foreign tongue, they understood every single word, and Fa Lien was mesmerized by it.

Some weeks after the Pale Ones had established relations with her people, Fa Lien observed the preparations necessary to prepare for the great revolution. It was a momentous time in history, and she was proud to be at the very heart of it, participating in the creation of a new world. Several of her highest-ranking warriors barked orders throughout their stronghold and their voices could be heard echoing across the halls and wide-open spaces that ran through their underground city. The armies of the Underworld, nearly one hundred thousand, had rallied together and were now making their way into the Shang Gui's deep underground city. The Pale Ones who had guaranteed her the fulfillment of her order's ancient goals observed their preparations from the shadows, but to Fa Lien's dismay, they were leaving the preparations in the hands of Liu Jin, the corrupt puppet eunuch along with his seven fellow conspirators who had been ousted from the emperor's palace. Despite this, she wanted to trust the Pale Ones. The Terukk were fascinating creatures whose grisly pale appearances were further emphasized by their towering statures. Fa Lien observed them with wonder and excitement and she could feel the power of their presence wandering through the tunnels and passageways.

"Do you truly think they are the answer we have long awaited, White Wasp? They are the bringers of the new world?" asked Jade Lotus, the commander of her personal elite female guards. Her voice was muffled underneath the thick black mask that covered the ugly scars around her mouth.

"Yes, I believe they are, sister. My father would have been proud if he saw how far we have come," Fa Lien answered. "It is these crooked eunuchs from the emperor's court that I do not trust. Their very presence unnerves me and I do not understand why the Pale Ones have entrusted the management of our preparations to them."

"Representatives and many fighters from the other sects are here. Crimson Moon, the Iron Dragon School, warlord Li Hong, Crimson Moon, and Serpent's Eye to name a few are gathered in west main hall. Perhaps the eunuchs were sent to ensure the efficiency of our preparations and prevent the delays caused by our petty rivalries," Jade Lotus replied.

"Maybe, but it brings me great discomfort to see them in our midst, walking around like they know better," expressed Fa Lien. "Just look at them. They are barely themselves, and they look diseased. As if losing their manhood was not enough insult to inflict on their bodies."

"It's the drug the Pale Ones have gifted to them. They have grown greatly addicted to it. The side-effects are unattractive and they have become their unquestioning lap-dogs."

"They are also traitors. Eunuchs are known to be most deceitful and cunning. They always have another agendum, something else under their sleeves. This is all the more reason to suspect them. The sect representatives await my presence in the hall and a discussion of strategy for the impending battle is urgent. In the meantime keep a very close eye on the eunuchs." She turned and walked away but paused mid-stride. "In fact, I have a task for you: learn everything you can about what the Pale Ones are planning with these half-male eunuchs. There is something more happening beneath the surface and I think we will find it with a little digging. Do remain undetected, Lotus. The last thing we need is a civil war," Fa Lien commanded.

"Count on it, White Wasp. They have set up office in the lower chambers on the other side of the city. I will begin my investigation there."

"Do it, and be swift and silent."

Jade Lotus bowed and rushed through the tunnels and passageways to proceed with the investigation. Fa Lien and a handful of her heavily-armed female guards made their way to greet the representatives from several powerful organizations including the masters of the sects waiting in the underground hall. She was greatly anxious about the meeting for she considered the other groups to be her bitter rivals rather than potential allies. The Shan Gui's history with them in the past several centuries was more turbulent than peaceful. Bringing them in to the Shan Gui's secret stronghold would have been unthinkable under ordinary circumstances but it was a risk she was willing to take for the realization of her order's vision. They all shared one thing in common-they wanted to see the Ming Dynasty destroyed.

She unbarred the large doors that led to the main vault where the sect masters and many of their trusted guards waited. Fa Lien proceeded toward the platform that overlooked the rest of the hall and welcomed them.

"It is a great honor to have the strongest of the Underworld finally together in one place, allied for a common goal. As our armies converge in this sacred place deep beneath the surface, I bid you welcome to the underground fortress of the Ghosts of the Mountain," she said. Together, the sect leaders and masters bowed and saluted her. She gathered them around a large, elongated table at the center of the hall to begin discussing in full the plans and strategies of the Terukk and their role in the realization of a new world. The meeting was most historic. The council of the Crimson Moon sect stood to her right, temple priests from the Serpent's Eye stood on her left, and across the table on the other end stood Li Hong, a wealthy and greatly powerful warlord whose influence and infamy extended to other nations. He commanded a formidable force of elite mercenaries gathered from the far-flung kingdoms that stood along the famed trade routes. Also in their midst was the Master Zhuang, master of the Iron Dragon martial arts school, a school that had been banned in the Middle Kingdom for five hundred years for its barbarity and for its practice of human sacrifice.

"The time has finally arrived. The great war between the sects and the Ming Dynasty is nigh, and we have gathered here to discuss the great siege that will land a crippling blow to the empire. First, it is important that I inform you, allies, and those eunuchs who have defected from the Ming court, have been charged with the management of our operations. This was not my decision. The Pale Ones who have organized our very alliance wish that we cooperate with the eunuchs. They are most familiar with the Ming government... and the emperor's palace," she said as she narrowed her eyes at each one of them. Murmurs and groans filled the hall, and there was a reaction of disapproval from the gathering.

"Eunuchs??" questioned Li Hong as he stood from his seat. His brocade robes and custom armor sparkled in the dim torchlights. "You brought dogs from the government into your stronghold!?"

"Were it up to me, these eunuch government dogs would have already been dead. Their presence is of the Pale Foreigners' choosing. We have no choice but to cooperate if we want to see the war set into full motion," Fa Lien answered him with a steely gaze. "They are knowledgeable of the Ming's secret workings and current state. They could prove to be greatly invaluable to our campaign. One can only wait and see."

A delayed clap...clap...clap emerged from behind the gathering. The eunuch Liu Jin made an appearance in the hall and walked toward them with an arrogant smirk on his face. The other seven eunuchs followed close behind and took positions at the head of the hall. Everyone present turned to face them, ready to give their full attention to his boyish voice.

"White Wasp speaks the truth. Do not deceive yourselves. I am not here that I may undo all that for which you strive. I, like you, desire to witness the creation of a new world forged from the hammer and anvil of the Terukk. If we work together, we will see it come to fruition."

"And what, pray tell, do the Pale Ones have in mind?" hissed one of the Serpent's Eye priests with a ghastly and husky voice. His face was obscured in complete darkness underneath a large cowl of busy designs and patterns. Liu laughed devilishly with excitement.

"I am very glad you asked, priest," said Liu Jin. He paused for a moment to insert his hands into his sleeves. "We will attack the capital and hold the imperial army long enough to raid the Emperor's palace, the Forbidden City... and capture him." Gasps and murmurs once again filled the hall.

"Capture? Why not just kill him on the spot and land a grievous blow to the Ming?" they asked.

Li Hong stood and slammed his fist onto the table. "You have lost your mind to the filth you have been consuming. It has warped your ability to use common sense more than it has perverted your appearance!" he exclaimed. "Attacking the capital is suicide! Even if we outnumbered them two to one, we cannot match Ming artillery and armor. Their cannons and arrows will obliterate our forces long before we can get within archer's range of its walls. And I suppose you have an even better plan as to how we will even get near the emperor's palace? The Imperial District is lined with monumental guard towers. We will be shot down or cut down long before we can step foot onto the moat and gates."

"Ah, but you forget, my friend, that the art of war is deception. Let us just say that there are those among us with enough intellect to have thought of that already, warlord. The Ming army will not be a problem, as you will soon learn, and the gates of the Imperial District and the palace itself will be opened for us just in time," Liu assured him. "Yes, it is true that the Ming army surrounds the capital. Ordinarily, we will be shot down and destroyed long before any of us can get within ten li of the city. They are fresh and have been recently retrained and resupplied with new weapons. Fortunately, there is a solution." Liu Jin grinned sinisterly from ear to ear and could not help but snicker for a few moments.

"Spit it out and get on with it, eunuch, or I will free your head from your pathetic shoulders," growled one of the Serpent's Eye priests. Before the eunuch could answer, yet another guest made his way into the hall. His greave-covered boots carried his hefty frame and thudded on the stone path with each stride. He was cloaked in dark red and was remarkably taller than all the others in the room and carried with him a very intimidating presence. All turned their heads to redirect their attention to him. Kurr stood before the gathering at the head of the hall and removed his cowl to reveal his threatening, ivory-white face and bright red eyes. Murmurs and whispers of surprise and curiosity were exchanged between the representatives of the Underworld. Kurr looked to them with a condescending stare and smug expression on his cold, icy face. With his guttural voice and heavy foreign accent, he continued Liu Jin's address.

"To lay siege to the capital requires a vast army, one much larger than even your allied armies could provide. To be seamless and successful, it requires soldiers of special kind- ones that feel no pain, exhaustion, fear or anguish. Such an army would be completely devoid of emotion and would be expendable yet easily replenished. Such a fighting force would be worthy to herald the great invasions of the north." Excited sounds of approval came from the gathering, and they took great interest in the proposal.

"Ah, it is just as I suspect. What you speak of requires a power that we of the Crimson Moon do not possess. Even some arts are considered taboo in the family," hissed one of the Crimson Moon agents who perched on a large stone pillar overlooking the hall. His long black and red robes gave him a ghostly appearance as they draped over the stone structure menacingly.

"Wait a moment. Jiangshi?? You are speaking of Jiangshi, aren't you? Are we children that you'd mock us with such a proposition? Even the most superstitious among us cannot believe such things are remotely possible. An army? Of Jiangshi? Now that is absolutely comical," expressed Fa Lien.

"You are mistaken, White Wasp. I have already made arrangements for their attack on the capital. I have discovered the one who has attained such blessed ability to summon them," Kurr grinned; his sharp canine teeth glistened in the hall's warm lighting. Reactions of astonishment and disbelief could be seen and heard among the dozens gathered.

Liu Jin unrolled a large sheet of paper which mapped and outlined the capital of Beijing and laid it upon the table's surface for all to see. The Outer City district extended south of the Inner City district. The Inner City district encompassed the walled Imperial District which housed the Forbidden City palace. Six gates guarded the entry into the Imperial City district. Liu Jin looked to the leaders present and continued the presentation.

"In a fortnight and seven days, you will disperse several hundred of your soldiers among the refugees to infiltrate the capital in secret and make your way toward the Inner District through the gates located here and here. By nightfall of the eighteenth day, the unholy army will begin the attack and push through toward the city in massive swarms and like an avalanche, plow through the resistance from all cardinal directions and overwhelm the troops stationed there. The refugees will have no choice but to push inward deeper into the city. Your mercenaries will have already been planted there. Weapons will be made available for you prior to the siege in the palace. The Imperial District and Forbidden City gates will still be sealed and its walls heavily defended but as previously mentioned, we have a solution that will allow our armies' entry." Liu Jin chuckled and laughed. Kurr continued with the presentation.

"The Jiangshi cannot tolerate the light of the sun. At dawn the creatures will retreat into darkness and the Ming army will be battered and bruised. As it attempts to recover thinking they have succeeded in defending the city, the full force of our armies will charge on mount and foot to crush their weakened defenses, shatter and storm the city gates with the Terukk beasts and bring chaos and mayhem into the capital long enough for us to enter the palace, and take the emperor by force. The troops will be far too occupied with fighting in the streets to fully recognize our true aim. Li Hong's forces, already deep inside the city, will storm through the opened palace gates with me to keep their warriors and guards busy while I will capture the emperor... and lure the ones who pose the greatest threat to our campaign. I will destroy the one whom you call the 'Wandering Wolf' and this pathetic meddling prophet who fights against us in spirit. The deaths of all three are giant steps to bring us closer to victory. After this is done, we will retract and the defending troops will be unable to give chase," Kurr continued. "Though they have increased their defenses, they will not be expecting such a massive lighting siege. I have heard many a tale; I hear the swordsman has been an excruciating arrow in your knee for quite some time. I will finish what many of you could not for so many years: actually kill him."

"The wandering swordsman..." Fa Lien whispered to herself. Her eyes widened upon hearing Kurr speak. Her face fell into a deep expression of reminiscence. She wanted to be pleased with the battle plans but she could not bring herself to rejoice with the strategy like the rest of them.

"We're going to attack the capital and engage the Ming Army in full force just to take the emperor and kill two men? Two men!? And what makes you think you could do what the best of us could not, Snow Skin?" Li Hong said.

Kurr stared at him blankly and merely lifted a hand. "Do not be so naïve, Hong. The Wandering Wolf and that Sage have the potential to completely avert our efforts. Their deaths will secure the success of our campaign. The attack will also serve to cripple their forces and greatly demoralize their soldiers, leaving them ripe for an easy invasion. Conquest of the capital is the beginning of the conquest of the whole Ming Empire," Kurr answered. He repositioned his stance and waved for him to attack with a taunting gesture. "Strike at me if you can and I will demonstrate how I will do it," he taunted. Li Hong scoffed, laughed, and spat into the ground as he unsheathed his broadsword. He leaped onto the table and charged with his weapon ready to swing. The blade came no further from his stance, however. Kurr grasped his arm, wrenched his wrist to release the weapon from his grip, and grabbed Li Hong by the throat. With one arm and but the slightest effort, Kurr lifted the large warlord up and off his feet. One of the most dangerous and notorious men in the Middle Kingdom was being handled like he were nothing more than a sack of vegetables. Li Hong struggled to pry the cold, vice-like grip from his throat as he choked and gagged; his face swelled and turned from red to purple. Before he could lose consciousness, Kurr released him from his grasp and let him fall to the dusty ground. Li Hong coughed and wheezed uncontrollably.

"Dost thou still doubt my ability?" growled Kurr.

"Well, cough let us get in with it then, shall we?" strained Li Hong as he massaged his throat and coughed some more."My mercenaries will be happy to participate in this operation. I have five hundred of my best ready to besiege the palace and depart at a moment's notice."

"Good. Very good. I shall make arrangements to have your men smuggled into the city before the siege shall take place. As a gesture of appreciation for your devotion to this cause, I have a gift to impart unto your fighting men," said Kurr. He tossed him a large bottle of the Terukk potion. "The formula has been enhanced to better suit our purposes. Have each of your men take one taste and they will become a little more like... hmm... me," he said baring his fangs. "Enjoy speed, strength, and unmatched ferocity without the loss of mental ability. You may find yourself grossly fond of it."

"Then I shall administer this to my men straightaway," Li Hong chuckled nervously as he stood to his feet.

The sects represented in the gathering proceeded to prepare their 'armies' for the upcoming war. The capital was the biggest prize of all and they finally had the means to penetrate its defenses so they might take the emperor by force that and lure the greatest threat to them all: Sun Xin the Wandering Wolf.

"Keep that 'medicine' to yourself," growled one of the members of the Crimson Moon sect. "We are not ill that we require a remedy. Our mastery of vital qi energy will suffice."

"Suit yourself. There's more for my army then," Li Hong replied.

"Prepare your forces and mobilize the horned beasts that will destroy the outer city gates. Not even their cavalry will be able to defend against the juggernaut creatures," hissed Kurr with an evil grin.

Like ants, several thousand Shan Gui agents from throughout the provinces poured through the large underground tunnels that led to their ancient stronghold city. It spread like roots far beneath the earth and into the belly of the mountains. Kurr made his exit through the iron gates embedded into the mountain's slope and proceeded north in order to begin the preparations for the Middle Kingdom's revolution. If the gates of the Imperial District and the palace were to open, someone from the inside had to make it happen.

Kurr proceeded deep into the remote wilderness country for deep meditation. His presence caused quite a stir among the trees and hills, a kind of stir that caused silence, stillness, and a deep cold. A spot between the trees and hills provided the perfect location for meditation. With crossed legs and hands and fingers brought together in formation, he rolled back his eyes and recited a throaty incantation to initiate his communion.

Voices whispered and hissed through his ears, but there were none else who could discern them for the words he himself uttered were meant for him and only him. Out from the mouth of Kurr, the words were spoken.

Ogge tenggres mongturri jun.

Ekktin hannda tinuk hadun jeb.

Ekktin hannda saddod hnopp yekk.

Hortin deichnich hyung ta drum,

Who would will to pay the burdensome price?

A soul of such thirst is a soul that is cursed.

Grant his wish and he will feel free.

And promise him the power of eternity.

Seek him. He will surface...

Kurr opened his eyes and stood from his seated position. He grabbed his cloak to cover his armored form and donned his heavy cowl. "Yes, yes I shall," he said with a shallow grin. Sprinting at a pace far swifter than any man could attain, he sped north toward the capital, his passing marked only by the fallen leaves and grass that danced to the wind of his strides.