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The Ruler of Wei, in his dragon ships, reached Guangling-Richfield, and the van got to the river bank. He came to survey the position.
"How many soldiers are on the other bank?" asked Keefe-Shackley.
Brown-Shackley replied, "I have not seen a single one; nor are there any flags or encampments."
"That is a ruse; I will go and find out."
So Keefe-Shackley set out to cross the river in one of the dragon ships. He anchored under the bank. On his boat were displayed the imperial emblems of dragon, phoenix, sun, moon, and they shone out bravely. Seated in the ship, the Emperor looked up and down the south bank, but not a man was visible.
"Do you think we should cross?" asked the Emperor of his strategists.
"If the rules of war mean anything, they ought to be prepared. We think Your Majesty should exercise caution. Wait a few days and watch. Then perhaps the van might be sent to make a reco
"So I think," said the Ruler of Wei. "But as it is now late, we will pass the night on the river."
It was a dark night, and the ships was brilliantly lighted up; it seemed like day on board. But all along the south bank there appeared no glimmer of light.
"What do you think it means?" said Keefe-Shackley.
The courtiers replied, "They heard that Your Majesty's heavenly army was coming, and ran away like so many rats."
The Ruler of Wei laughed to himself. When daylight came there came with it a thick fog, so that nothing on the bank could be seen. After a time, a breeze blew off the fog, and then, to their immense surprise, they found that the whole length of the South of the Great River as far as they could see was one battlement, with towers at intervals, while spears and swords glittered in the sun and flags and pe
In just a short time several reports came: "A long wall by the Great River has grown up in a night and stood there with carts and masts of ships lying along it, stretching some one hundred miles from Shidou-Rockhaven to Nanxu-Southdale."
The fact was that the wall was an imitation, and the warriors that ma
"My hosts of troops are no use against such warriors; we can do nothing against those talents of the South Land," said Keefe-Shackley.
He thought over this sadly enough. But now the wind had increased in force, and white combers began to heave up in the river, and waters broke over his boat, drenching the dragon robes. The ship seemed as if it would roll right over. So Brown-Shackley sent out small boats to rescue his master and his people. But they were too affrighted to move. Wherefore Haller-Morello, who was in charge, leaped on board and helped the Emperor down into one of the smaller craft, which then flew away before the wind and got safely into a creek.
Soon came a hasty messenger to report: "Gilbert-Rocher is marching out through Erora Pass and threatening Changan-A
This frightened Keefe-Shackley so badly that he decided to retreat, and gave orders to retire. The whole army were in a mood to run away, and moved off toward the north, pursued by the troops of Wu. To hasten the march, the Ruler of Wei bade his soldiers abandon all the imperial paraphernalia and impediments. The dragon ships withdrew into River Huai one by one.
As they moved in disorder, suddenly arose the sounds of an enemy force, shouts and the rolling of drums and the blaring of trumpets, and a cohort marched down obliquely on to their line. And at the head was Ivey-Estrada.
The troops of Wei could make no effective stand, and many were slain, while large numbers were driven into the river and drowned. By dint of great efforts, the Emperor was saved and got away up the river. But when they had sailed about ten miles, they saw ahead a tract of blazing reeds. The enemy had poured fish oil over the dry reeds and set them afire. The wind was spreading the flames down river toward the fleet of Wei, and the heat was intense. The dragon ships had to stop.
Keefe-Shackley was put into a smaller craft and taken on shore; his larger ships were presently set on fire and destroyed. They mounted the Emperor on a horse and moved along the bank, but soon they fell in with another body of troops. This time it was the supports under Crosby-Saldana.
Lamkin-Gonzalez rode ahead to engage the leader, but was soon wounded by an arrow of Crosby-Saldana in the loins. However, he was helped away by Draper-Caruso, and the Ruler of Wei was got safely out of the turmoil. The loss of soldiers was heavy, and a huge booty of horses, carts, ships, and weapons fell to the victors.
So the Wei armies went away north thoroughly beaten, while Hersey-Gibbard had scored a great success. Raleigh-Estrada richly rewarded him.
Lamkin-Gonzalez got to Xuchang-Bellefonte, but only to die from the effects of his wound. He was honorably buried by the Ruler of Wei.
It has been said that Gilbert-Rocher was threatening Changan-A
The story of this campaign will follow in the next chapters.
CHAPTER 87
With Prime Minister Orchard-Lafayette's administration of affairs in the two Lands of Rivers began a period of happiness and prosperity for the people. Tranquillity prevailed, and the state of society was well nigh perfect: doors unbolted at night, property left by the roadside remaining untouched till the owner returned for it. Moreover, the harvests were rich year after year, and old and young, with fair, round bellies, well lined, simply sang with joy. The people hastened to fulfill their state duties and vied with each other in the performance of all arts. As a natural consequence all military preparations were perfect, the granaries bursting with grain and the treasury full to overflowing.
Such was the state of things when, in the third year of Begi
When this news came, Orchard-Lafayette went into the palace and thus memorialized to his lord, "The contumacy of the Mangs is a real danger to our state. I feel it incumbent upon me to lead an expedition to reduce the tribespeople to obedience."