Ming was ecstatic: the soldier had believed him. Running through the battlefield once again, Ming followed the
soldier as he took him to his superior.
The sound of sandals crashing against the cold, stone floor filled the air. Ming was being taken to one
of the fifty thousand watch posts on the Great Wall of China. He had been running intensively, knowing that he
was in good hands. However, anxiousness overshadowed him as he did not know what was going to happen.
The soldier running besides him yelled something that he did not hear because of the exhaustion he was
currently facing. Soon a line of other soldiers formed. They were all wearing red, heavy, studded iron armour. It
was a wonder that they managed to move. A well built Chinese man emerged from behind the soldiers. Without
hesitation, the soldier that had helped Ming proceeded to explain what had happened to the man. “Greetings,
Ming” said the man.
“
Hello” replied Ming.
“
I am the Vanguard of the Chinese army. You may call me Bao. According to my knowledge, you had
an encounter with Mongolia’s current emperor.” Articulated Bao. Ming was shocked. He had been in the
presence of Mongolia’s emperor. He was the man that had committed uncountable crimes against China and it’s
people. How could he make himself so vulnerable? Thought Ming. “I have a proposal” said Bao. “I want you to
go back to him.”
“
Why? I’ll never go back again!” exclaimed Ming
“
You have to. Now listen.”
Ming was on the run again, retracing his steps back to where he last saw the emperor of Mongolia. The
war around him was still going on. The screams of pain were constant. The earth was now a tint of bloody red,
almost slippery. Right there. Ming screeched to a halt. There he was. The man he had been looking for, next to
an array of catapults. He was commanding a small fleet of soldiers with his back faced towards Ming. However,
he was surrounded heavily surrounded with soldiers. Ming calmly strolled over to a couple of meters behind
him. The man in front of him was the cause for his family being dead. Ming closed his eyes in anguish and
remembered his life before the war: calm, serene and peaceful. The man standing in front of him was now the
bane of his existence. He was Mongolia’s emperor. By doing what he was about to do, Ming would be
following the orders of a Vanguard. He would be declaring an end to the ongoing war. He would become a
source of pride for China. And most of all, he would get revenge. He reached behind him and readied his bow.
Revenge is sweet.
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