Post by Zhang Yuan on Jun 28, 2006 21:30:21 GMT -5
With the arrival of Cao Ren and his army onto the battlefield the Han force seemed uplifted and ready to defend against their eager enemies. Unfortunately, a lone but great general and a few hundred men would not be enough to win the battle. Instead, it would take a great leader, die hard troops, and an outstanding strategy to see victory on this day.
The majority of the Turban force, unfortunately for the Han, is created of veteran fighters who have been with the resistance from the very beginning. Zhang Bao himself was said to possess some of the most elite of the yellow scarved rebels and countless victories are testament to their strength and skill.
"Ren, i have fought many battles in my time but i have never faced a man like this Yellow Turban, Zhang Bao" Yuan says while turning his steed, Shadow, to face the river.
Zhang Yuan's elites stand ready, anxious to give battle in the name of their leader and one of the rear guard soldiers notices a rider making haste from the frontlines.
"Their navy is much larger than i expected..."
"My lord!" a messenger yells out, interrupting his leader's conversation with the general.
The rider's horse comes to a halt and finally can relax after being pushed relentlessly all the way from the shoreline. The messenger himself is out of breath from the incredible speed of his steed and before presented his message he re-balances himself.
"A boat from the turban front!"
Zhang Yuan's face turns into one of great concern as he just moved from the front to meet with Cao Ren. He was not expecting an attack until the storm calmed fully.
Was this another trick from Zhang Bao?
Could he stop the storm on command as well?
"Right, prepare to move back to the river!" the Han commander exclaims looking toward his elites and then to Ren and his troops.
The messenger allows his horse to rest for a moment longer before leaving to return to the front. As he rides away to the south he can see the continuous train of supplies still coming from the main camp. There were, of course, more supplies kept back in the confines of the camp but much was needed for the defensive compaign.
A massive dust cloud kicks up as the commanding units of the Han side move toward the river.
The clouds still weep rain but it is beginning to clear as the small force races to the shoreline.
A soldier, part of the scouting unit, waits for the main force and is beginning to grow fearful of the situation.
The approach of the entire Turban force was what the Han army expected to open the battle. When Bao summoned the storm it halted the initial defense plan and no one on the northern shore was expecting an attack anytime soon.
However, even more bizarre was the approach of a single vessel, viewable in the distance by men on the beach.
"There!" the scout points as the main group arrives to the river.
"Cao Ren, take your men to help with the barricade construction and ready a boat to give battle when the order is given!" Yuan yells out.
No one was exactly sure why only a hundred or so men were approaching the much larger force dug in on the northern shore.
"Another Zhang Bao scheme most likely!" the Han commander exclaims to his men.
"Ready the archers with fire, we will sacrifice these fools to the stupidity of their commander!"
Missile units move forward as supplies are being gathered behind them by soldiers making haste to appease their leader's commands.
Zhang Yuan knew that the enemy planned on finishing the war here and now, so the possibility of an envoy was out of the question. Only hope would keep his men strong at this point.
The river, still flowing rapidly, sweeps the turbans across slowly as the clouds continue to pull back and the sun peeks out from hiding.
North, up river, the small group of peasants dispatched by Zhang Yuan, earlier in the morning, should be crossing the river unless they were caughter in the storm which produced raging rapids for a period of time.
Fire arrows are prepared by the defending force if the enemy had any ill intentions with this plan. The flames are not lit until the order is given and soon the anticipation for engagement grows. The defenders are well aware of the tactics used in the past by their enemies and nothing is ever out of the question with them. Any small change should spiral into something much more deadly if allowed.
The majority of the Turban force, unfortunately for the Han, is created of veteran fighters who have been with the resistance from the very beginning. Zhang Bao himself was said to possess some of the most elite of the yellow scarved rebels and countless victories are testament to their strength and skill.
"Ren, i have fought many battles in my time but i have never faced a man like this Yellow Turban, Zhang Bao" Yuan says while turning his steed, Shadow, to face the river.
Zhang Yuan's elites stand ready, anxious to give battle in the name of their leader and one of the rear guard soldiers notices a rider making haste from the frontlines.
"Their navy is much larger than i expected..."
"My lord!" a messenger yells out, interrupting his leader's conversation with the general.
The rider's horse comes to a halt and finally can relax after being pushed relentlessly all the way from the shoreline. The messenger himself is out of breath from the incredible speed of his steed and before presented his message he re-balances himself.
"A boat from the turban front!"
Zhang Yuan's face turns into one of great concern as he just moved from the front to meet with Cao Ren. He was not expecting an attack until the storm calmed fully.
Was this another trick from Zhang Bao?
Could he stop the storm on command as well?
"Right, prepare to move back to the river!" the Han commander exclaims looking toward his elites and then to Ren and his troops.
The messenger allows his horse to rest for a moment longer before leaving to return to the front. As he rides away to the south he can see the continuous train of supplies still coming from the main camp. There were, of course, more supplies kept back in the confines of the camp but much was needed for the defensive compaign.
A massive dust cloud kicks up as the commanding units of the Han side move toward the river.
The clouds still weep rain but it is beginning to clear as the small force races to the shoreline.
A soldier, part of the scouting unit, waits for the main force and is beginning to grow fearful of the situation.
The approach of the entire Turban force was what the Han army expected to open the battle. When Bao summoned the storm it halted the initial defense plan and no one on the northern shore was expecting an attack anytime soon.
However, even more bizarre was the approach of a single vessel, viewable in the distance by men on the beach.
"There!" the scout points as the main group arrives to the river.
"Cao Ren, take your men to help with the barricade construction and ready a boat to give battle when the order is given!" Yuan yells out.
No one was exactly sure why only a hundred or so men were approaching the much larger force dug in on the northern shore.
"Another Zhang Bao scheme most likely!" the Han commander exclaims to his men.
"Ready the archers with fire, we will sacrifice these fools to the stupidity of their commander!"
Missile units move forward as supplies are being gathered behind them by soldiers making haste to appease their leader's commands.
Zhang Yuan knew that the enemy planned on finishing the war here and now, so the possibility of an envoy was out of the question. Only hope would keep his men strong at this point.
The river, still flowing rapidly, sweeps the turbans across slowly as the clouds continue to pull back and the sun peeks out from hiding.
North, up river, the small group of peasants dispatched by Zhang Yuan, earlier in the morning, should be crossing the river unless they were caughter in the storm which produced raging rapids for a period of time.
Fire arrows are prepared by the defending force if the enemy had any ill intentions with this plan. The flames are not lit until the order is given and soon the anticipation for engagement grows. The defenders are well aware of the tactics used in the past by their enemies and nothing is ever out of the question with them. Any small change should spiral into something much more deadly if allowed.
