Introduction: Wei Se Long , the snake dragon kung fu master of Hiran Temple, met with his friend, Yong Ding. Suddenly, their grandmaster appeared. He told them to run for the Pagoda Forest. They met with 5 other monks of the temple, Hing Xiong Wu, Kang Hu Li, Yuen Bing, Gong Ji, and Feng Wen. Wei Se Long asked them what happened. Feng Wen answered, “The temple is under attack.”
“Then shouldn’t we be helping?” asked Yong Ding. The other 5 monks shook their heads. They went towards a city they favored, called Angeshang. They sat down in an inn and had vegetable soup and dumplings up to their rooms. Wei Se Long and Yong Ding, the oldest, at 14 years old, slept in Rm. 102. Hing Xiong Wu, Yuen Bing, and Gong Ji, the youngest, at age 11 for Gong Ji and 12 for the others, slept in Room 103. The rest, age 13 and 14, slept in the biggest room, 306. Wei Se Long fell asleep dreaming…
13 YEARS LATER,
“Fire!” shouted Wei Se Long. He was now emperor of the Chen Empire and his friends the advisors. He had never told anyone this, but his name actually was ‘Sao Wei Selong’. Grandmaster had erased the ‘Sao’ to hide hid ancestry from Sao Wei Saulong, emperor of the Chen. He was in the middle of a battle now, firing off rocket and missile launchers. Askima had advanced since the time of Zhang Guo Xin and now his soldiers carried modern and old time weapons. He, for one, carried a very dangerous weapon, two twelve sided darklights, which could slice through anything, even acid. They were black, green, red, and white. He shot forward and attacked, his slashes slicing right through a soldiers gun, spear, sword, and armor. Only his friends and him knew how to make darklights and it had taken him 10 years to build his two. This was what he had been dreaming about, on this very day, this very hour, in the evening, the adrenaline, the sound of a broadsword unsheathing. He returned his darklights to his sash, pleased with his work.
Back at his palace, Sao Wei Selong checked maps of his enemy’s lands. He went to bed tired, but confident, that he would win this war.
3 YEARS LATER,
“EXPECTO PATRONUM! Did I not tell him to slow down on the soda? Now look where it’s got him, stuck inside a toilet! Though, I do wonder who managed to enchant the toilet with a transfiguration. Now, thank you Gong Ji for the kale, tell Yong Ding to come up here.” When Yong Ding came up he looked completely unlike the monk he was 16 years ago. His hair was combed, and he now wore a silk red robe. Sao Wei Selong wore the emperor’s yellow with a red sash, blue characters, and orange dragons. He looked in every way the imperial ruler he was. Yong Ding bowed.
“No need to bow, my friend, now stand up. I have some news.”
“Yes?”
“Our armies have conquered Hunan and Jiang Er province.”
“That is great news! We will soon halt the Akanto rebellion.”
“I also wanted to tell you my lineage, you asked many times but I refused to answer. Do you still wish to know?”
Yong Ding nodded.
“My surname is ‘Sao’, not Wei. Wei is my middle name.”
“You are the descendant of Sao Wei Saulong?! But then you must be...”
“A third Mongolian, a third Chinese, and another third Chen. I also have a younger brother with whom I have reunited. Would you like to meet him?”
“Yes, Sao Wei Selong.”
“Meet Sao Wei Yingou.”
A man 2 years younger than Sao Wei Selong appeared from behind a curtain. He wore an elegant blue robe with white dragons. His sash was black, and he seemed to take a great liking to Yong Ding the second he set eyes on him.
“He’s the least shyest person I’ve ever known, your brother. How did you come by him?”
“He was about to become over when he recognized me and told them that I was the actual heir to the throne now that I had arrived.”
“Okay. Hello Sao Wei Yingou.”
“Hello, may I ask you you’re name?”
“My name is Yong Ding and I am your brother’s friend.” said Yong Ding, then said to Sao Wei Selong, “Your brother is very polite.”
“Indeed he is. Now, I thought you wanted an appointment with me to show your brother as well as mine.”
“He is from Guangdong(Canton), so speaks Cantonese.”
“Are you saying I don’t know Cantonese?”, snapped Sao Wei Selong.
“No. Well, his name is Ying Selkong. He is also Korean. His mother is not my mother.”
A skinny boy, around 19 years old walked in.
“Hello, emperor.”
“Hello, Ying Selkong.”
They continued talking until a crash and a scream was heard from the floors below. Sao Wei Selong, his friend, and their brothers hurried down. Soldiers wearing tan uniforms were attacking the city. Sao Wei Selong shouted, “Stop!” and amazingly, the soldiers froze. Sao Wei Selong snapped his fingers and the enemy soldiers were blown away. He walked forward, his yellow robe swishing behind him, and then he stopped on top of the main tower. There were no reinforcements. He drew his darklights and said, “Let us persue these Akanto to their camp on the border of Hunan province! Let us make chase!”
Over the next 3 weeks, they persued the Akanto to an Akanto stronghold on the border of Hunan. It was in the province of Yangshou. Sao Wei Selong smiled. Once Yangshou was captured, the last 2 provinces would be Hokimen and Yuxin. The Akanto retreated inside the stronghold. Sao Wei Selong urged his armies forward and together, with his mobilized advisors, they attacked. Shooting arrows, bullets, lasers, rockets, missiles, and bombs at the stronghold, they paved the way for the fighters to enter. Sao Wei Selong slashed with his darklights and erupted with magic, Yong Ding swung his double-sided darklight with deadly precision, and the rest of Sao Wei Selong’s advisors slashed out viciously with their own darklights. Ying Selkong attacked with a snake spear and Sao Wei Yingou with a ji. The Akanto were clearly outclassed against guns and kung fu. In about 3 hours Yangshou was in Chen control. Sentries and guards from Hokimen came to defend the borders of Yuxin. Sao Wei Selong changed himself into a dragon and caused devastation to Yuxin lands. 300,000 Akanto fell during the attack. 300,000 monks fell at the attack on Hiran Temple, a stronghold on the border of Yuenmian. Soon the villagers and citizens revolted against the soldiers for all the destruction done to their lands done by a dragon. The Chen watched as soldiers fell due to the peasants. The governor of this region would no longer serve the Akanto. Hokimen was now weak. And the Akanto king himself rode out to fight the inevitable battle for the capital city of the Akanto. He had 600,000,000 men, a defense very shaky to the Chen for they had 400,000,000 soldiers in one army and 300,000 armies, not counting 600 monks from Hiran Temple and an animal army.
The battle was slaughter to the Akanto. When the 2 sides finally backed off, the scattered army of the Akanto capital was in complete disorder. When they finally got all their men together and counted their men, they found out of the 600,000,000 soldiers that went in to battle, 365,008 came out. The king also came out, but he was wounded and exhausted. They sent the 365,008 men our to cover for the king the next day while the king was treated. The king got up and even though there was still one scar on his arm, he didn’t care. Even so, he found that his decision left his country in chaos.
3 hours later the priests of Shyok Monastery buried their king. Soldiers were fighting everywhere. The Chen were ruling all of Askima except for Hokimen, which they left in it’s chaotic state. Shyok Monastery had been bombed and 1,000 monks, 853 nuns, 6 friars, and 300 priests died in the attack. An inn was ransacked and 5 men, 1 woman died. Out of the 350 soldiers who had survived the war, 160 remained.
Meanwhile, at the Chen palace, Sao Wei Selong asked his advisors if he should take control of Hokimen. Soon, Chen armies were marching toward Hokimen. They sought out the governor and told him to take control of his province under Chen orders. Hokimen was now not Hokimen, but Dojiren. The death toll of the war and the civil war that followed, including the Askima Wars, was: approximately five trillion six hundred millon, four hundred thousand, two thousand three hundred forty-eight people died, not including the peasants. Plus, it would equal three hundred quintillion, forty trillion, six hundred billion, one million, ten thousand, eight thousand nine hundred ninety-one people, including children, died. That was more people than on our Earth, though we do get more babies every day.
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