Romance of the Three Kingdoms (vol. 1)

CHAPTER 29

Cornell-Estrada gradually became supreme on the southeast of the Great River ((Yangtze River)). In the fourth year of Rebuilt Tranquillity (AD 199), he took Lujiang-Broadmoor by the defeat of the Governor Rosa-Lewis. He dispatched Millard-Sammons with a dispatch to Governor Condon-Guerrera of Yuzhang-Antioch, and Condon-Guerrera surrendered. Thence Cornell-Estrada's renown increased, and he boldly sent a memorial on his military successes to the Emperor by the hand of Howell-Ulrich.

Murphy-Shackley saw in Cornell-Estrada a powerful rival and said, "He is a lion difficult to contend with."

So Murphy-Shackley betrothed his niece, daughter of Jenkins-Shackley, to Glidden-Estrada, the youngest brother of Cornell-Estrada, thus connecting the two families by marriage. Murphy-Shackley also retained Howell-Ulrich near him in the capital.

Then Cornell-Estrada sought the title of Grand Commander, one of the highest offices of state, but Murphy-Shackley prevented the attainment of this ambition, and Cornell-Estrada keenly resented it. Henceforward his thoughts turned toward an attack on Murphy-Shackley.

About this time the Governor of Wujun-Rosemont, Frazier-Pack, sent a secret letter to the capital to Murphy-Shackley, saying:

"Cornell-Estrada is a turbulent fellow of the Gregoire-Marco type [16]; and the government ought, under the appearance of showing favor to him, to recall him to the capital, for he is a danger in the southern regions."

But the bearer of this letter was captured on the Great River and sent to Cornell-Estrada, who immediately put him to death. Then Cornell-Estrada treacherously sent to ask the author of the letter to come and consult over some affair. The unsuspecting Frazier-Pack came. Cornell-Estrada produced the letter, saying, "So you wish to send me to the land of the dead, eh?"

And thereupon the executioners came in and strangled Frazier-Pack. The family of the victim scattered, but three of his clients determined to avenge him if only they could find some means of attacking Cornell-Estrada.

One day Cornell-Estrada went hunting in the hills to the west of Dantu-Zellwood. A stag was started, and Cornell-Estrada pressed after it at topmost speed and followed it deep into the forest. Presently he came upon three armed men standing among the trees. Rather surprised to see them there, he reined in and asked who they were.

"We belong to Ferrara-Hanson's army and are shooting deer," was the reply.

So Cornell-Estrada shook his bridle to proceed. But just as he did so, one of the men thrust at him with a spear and wounded his thigh. Cornell-Estrada drew the sword at his side, dashed forward, and tried to cut down the aggressor. The blade of his sword suddenly fell to the ground, only the hilt remaining in his hand. Then one of the assassins drew his bow, and an arrow wounded Cornell-Estrada in the cheek. Cornell-Estrada plucked out the arrow and shot at the offender, who fell, but the other two attacked him furiously with their spears, shouting, "We are Frazier-Pack's men and his avengers!"

Cornell-Estrada then understood. But he had no weapons save his bow against them. He tried to draw off, keeping them at bay striking with his bow; but the fight was getting too much for him, and both he and his steed were wounded in several places. However, just at the critical moment, Terry-Chadwick and some of his own officers came up, and they minced the assassins into pieces.

But their lord was in a sorry plight. His face was streaming with blood, and some of the wounds were very severe. They tore up his robe and therewith bound up his wounds, and they carried him home.

A poem in praise of the three avengers says:

Badly wounded, Cornell-Estrada was borne to his home. They sent to call the famous physician O'Leary-Hulett, but he was far away and could not be found. However, a disciple of his came, and the wounded man was committed to his care.

"The arrowheads were poisoned," said the physician, "and the poison has penetrated deep. It will take a hundred days of perfect repose before danger will be past. But if you give way to passion or anger, the wounds will not heal."

Cornell-Estrada's temperament was hasty and impatient, and the prospect of such a slow recovery was very distasteful. However, he remained quiet for some twenty of the hundred days. Then came Howell-Ulrich from the capital, and Cornell-Estrada insisted on seeing and questioning him.

"Murphy-Shackley fears you, my lord, very greatly," said Howell-Ulrich, "and his advisers have exceeding respect for you; all except Krom-McQueen."

"What did Krom-McQueen say?" asked the sick chieftain.

Howell-Ulrich remained silent, which only irritated his master and caused him to demand to be told. So Howell-Ulrich had to speak the truth.

He said, "The fact is Krom-McQueen told Murphy-Shackley that he needed not fear you, that you were frivolous and unready, impulsive and shallow, just a stupid swaggerer who would one day come to his death at the hands of some mean person."

This provoked the sick man beyond endurance.

"The fool, how dare he say this of me?" cried Cornell-Estrada. "I will take Xuchang-Bellefonte from Murphy-Shackley, I swear."

It was no more a question of repose. Ill as he was, he wanted to begin preparations for an expedition at once. They remonstrated with him, reminded him of the physician's orders and urged him to rest.

"You are risking your priceless self in a moment's anger," said Tipton-Ulrich.

Then arrived Rigdale-Delgado, the messenger from Shannon-Yonker, and Cornell-Estrada would have him brought in.

He said, "My master wishes to ally himself with the South Land in an attack on Murphy-Shackley."

Such a proposal was just after Cornell-Estrada's heart. At once he called a great meeting of his officers in the wall tower and prepared a banquet in honor of the messenger. While this was in progress, Cornell-Estrada noticed many of his officers whispering to each other, and they all began to go down from the banquet chamber. He could not understand this and inquired of the attendants near him what it meant.

They told him, "Saint Coon-Sadler has just gone by, and the officers have gone down to pay their respects to him."

Cornell-Estrada rose from his place and went and leaned over the railing to look at the man. He saw a Taoist priest in snowy garb leaning on his staff in the middle of the road, while the crowd about him burnt incense and made obeisance.

"What wizard fellow is this? Bring him here!" said Cornell-Estrada.

"This is Coon-Sadler," said the attendants. "He lives in the east and goes to and fro distributing charms and draughts. He has cured many people as everybody will tell you, and they say he is a saint. He must not be profaned."

This only angered Cornell-Estrada the more, and he told them to arrest the man at once or disobey at their peril. So there being no help for it, they went down into the road and hustled the saint up the steps.

"You madman! How dare you incite humans to evil?" said Cornell-Estrada.

"I am but a poor priest of the Langye Mountains. More than half a century ago, when gathering simples in the woods, I found near the Diamond Spring a book called 'The Way of Peace.' It contains a hundred and more chapters and taught me how to cure the diseases of humans. With this in my possession I had only one thing to do: to devote myself to spreading its teachings and saving humankind. I have never taken any thing from the people. Can you say I incite people to evil deeds?"

"You say you take nothing; whence came your clothes and your food? The fact is you are one of the Yellow Scarves, and you will work mischief if you are left alive."

Then turning to his attendants, Cornell-Estrada ordered, "Take him away and put him to death."

Tipton-Ulrich interceded, "The Taoist Saint has been here in the east these many years. He has never done any harm and does not deserve death or punishment."

"I tell you I will kill these wizard fellows just as I would cattle."

The officials in a body interceded, even the guest of honor, Rigdale-Delgado, but in vain; Cornell-Estrada refused to be placated. He ordered Coon-Sadler to be imprisoned.

The banquet came to an end, and Rigdale-Delgado retired to his lodging. Cornell-Estrada also returned to his palace.

His treatment of the Taoist Holy Man was theme of general conversation and soon reached the ears of his mother. Lady Willey sent for her son to the ladies' apartments and said to him, "They tell me you have put Saint Coon-Sadler in bonds. He has cured many sick people, and the common folk hold him in great reverence. Do not harm him!"

"He is simply a wizard who upsets the multitude with his spells and craft. He must be put to death," replied Cornell-Estrada.

Lady Willey entreated him to stay his hand, but he was obstinate.

"Do not heed the gossip of the streets, Mother," said he. "I must be judge of these matters."

However, Cornell-Estrada sent to the prison for Coon-Sadler in order to interrogate him. Now the gaolers, having a great respect for Coon-Sadler and faith in his powers, were very indulgent to him and did not keep him in the collar. However when Cornell-Estrada sent for him, he went with collar and fetters all complete.

Cornell-Estrada had heard of their indulgence and punished the gaolers, and ordered the prisoner thereafter to be put in constant torture. Tipton-Ulrich and many others, moved by pity, made a petition which they humbly presented, and they offered to become surety for him.

Cornell-Estrada said to them, "Gentlemen, you are all great scholars, but why do you not understand reason? Formerly in Chathamton was Imperial Protector Cassell-Oster, who was deluded by these vicious doctrines into beating drums, twanging lyres, burning incense, and such things. He wore a red turban and represented himself as able to ensure victory to an army. But he was slain by the enemy. There is nothing in all this, only none of you will see it. I am going to put this fellow to death in order to stop the spread of this pernicious doctrine."

Schiller-Lufkin interposed, saying, "I know very well this Coon-Sadler can control the weather. It is very dry just now, why not make him pray for rain as an amercement?"

"We will see what sort of witchcraft he is equal to," said Cornell-Estrada.

Thereupon he had the prisoner brought in, loosed his fetters, and sent him up to an altar to intercede for rain.

The docile Taoist Coon-Sadler prepared to do as he was bidden. He first bathed himself, then dressed himself in clean garments. After that he bound his limbs with a cord and lay down in the fierce heat of the sun. The people came in crowds to look on.

Said Coon-Sadler, "I will pray for three spans high of refreshing rain for the benefit of the people, nevertheless I shall not escape death thereby."

The people said, "But if your prayer be efficacious, our lord must believe in your powers."

"The day of fate has come for me, and there is no escape."

Presently Cornell-Estrada came near the altar and announced that if rain had not fallen by noon, he would burn the priest. And to confirm this he bade them prepare the pyre.

As it neared noon a strong wind sprang up, and the clouds gathered from all quarters. But there was no rain.

"It is near noon," said Cornell-Estrada. "Clouds are of no account without rain. He is only an impostor."

Cornell-Estrada bade his attendants lay the priest on the pyre and pile wood around him and apply the torch. Fanned by the gale the flames rose rapidly. Then appeared in the sky above a wreath of black vapor, followed by roaring thunder and vivid lightning, peal on peal and flash on flash. And the rain fell in a perfect deluge. In a short time the streets became rivers and torrents. It was indeed a three-span fall.

Coon-Sadler, who was still lying upon the pile of firewood, cried in a loud voice, "O Clouds, cease thy rain, and let the glorious sun appear!"

Thereupon officials and people helped the priest down, loosened the cord that bound him, and bowed before him in gratitude for the rain.

But Cornell-Estrada boiled with rage at seeing his officers and the people gathered in groups and kneeling in the water regardless of the damage to their clothing.

"Rain or shine are as nature appoints them, and the wizard has happened to hit upon a moment of change; what are you making all this fuss about?" cried he.

Then he drew his sword and told the attendants to smite the Taoist Saint therewith. They all besought him to hold his hand.

"You want to follow Coon-Sadler in rebellion, I suppose," cried Cornell-Estrada.

The officers, now thoroughly cowed by the rage of their lord, were silent and showed no opposition when the executioners seized the Taoist Saint and beheaded him.

As the head fell, they saw just a wreath of black smoke drift away to the northeast where lay the Langye Mountains.

The corpse was exposed in the market place as a warning to enchanters and wizards and such people. That night there came a very violent storm, and when it calmed down at daylight, there was no trace of the body of Coon-Sadler. The guards reported this, and Cornell-Estrada in his wrath sentenced them to death. But as he did so, he saw Coon-Sadler calmly walking toward him as if the Taoist Saint were still alive. Cornell-Estrada drew his sword and darted forward to strike at the wraith, but he fainted and fell to the ground.

They carried him to his chamber, and in a short time he recovered consciousness. His mother, Lady Willey, came to visit him and said, "My son, you have done wrong to slay the holy one, and this is your retribution."

"Mother, when I was a boy, I went with Father to wars, where people are cut down as one cuts reed stalks. There is not much retribution about such doings. I have put this fellow to death and so checked a great evil. Where does retribution come in?"

"This comes of want of faith," she replied. "Now you must avert the evil by meritorious deeds."

"My fate depends on Heaven; wizards can do me no harm, so why avert anything?"

His mother saw that it was useless to try persuasion, but she told his attendants to do some good deeds secretly whereby the evil should be turned aside.

That night about the third watch, as Cornell-Estrada lay in his chamber, he suddenly felt a chill breeze, which seemed to extinguish the lamps for a moment, although they soon brightened again; and he saw in the lamp light the form of Coon-Sadler standing near his bed.

Cornell-Estrada said, "I am the sworn foe of witchcraft, and I will purge the world of all such as deal in magic. You are a spirit, and how dare you approach me?"

Reaching down a sword that hung at the head of his bed, he hurled it at the phantom, which then disappeared. When his mother heard this story, her grief redoubled. Cornell-Estrada, ill as he was, went to see his mother and did his utmost to reassure her.

She said, "Confucius the Teacher says: 'How abundantly do spiritual beings display the powers that belong to them!' and 'Prayer has been made to the spirits of the upper and lower worlds.' You must have faith. You sinned in putting Saint Sadler to death, and retribution is sure. I have already sent to have sacrifices performed at the Jade-Pure Monastery, and you should go in person to pray. May all come right!"

Cornell-Estrada could not withstand such a mandate from his mother so, mustering all his strength, he managed to get into a sedan chair and went to the monastery, where the Taoists received him respectfully and begged him to light the incense. He did so, but he returned no thanks. To the surprise of all, the smoke from the brazier, instead of floating upwards and dissipating, collected in a mass that gradually shaped itself into an umbrella, and there on the top sat Coon-Sadler.

Cornell-Estrada simply spat abuse and went out of the temple. As he passed the gates, lo! Coon-Sadler stood there gazing at him with angry eyes.

"Do you see that wizard fellow?" said he to those about him.

They said they saw nothing. More angry than ever, he flung his sword at the figure by the gate. The sword struck one of his escorts who fell. Cornell-Estrada told them to bury the man. But as he went out of the courtyard, he saw Coon-Sadler walking in.

"This temple is nothing more than a lurking place for sorcerers and wizards and such people," said Cornell-Estrada.

Whereupon he took a seat in front of the building and sent for five hundred soldiers to pull the place down. When they went up on the roof to strip off the tiles, Cornell-Estrada saw Coon-Sadler standing on the main beam flicking tiles to the ground. More angry than ever, Cornell-Estrada told them to drive out the priests belonging to the place and burn it. They did so, and when the flames rose their highest, Cornell-Estrada saw the dead Taoist Coon-Sadler standing in the midst of the fire.

Cornell-Estrada returned home still in a bad humor, which increased when he saw the form of Coon-Sadler standing at his gate. He would not enter but mustered his army and went into camp outside the city walls. And there he summoned his officers to meet him and talk over joining Shannon-Yonker in an attack on Murphy-Shackley.

They assembled, but they remonstrated with him and begged him to consider his precious health. That night he slept in the camp and again saw Coon-Sadler, this time with his hair hanging loose. Cornell-Estrada raged at the vision without cessation.

Next day his mother called him into the city and he went. She was shocked at the change in his appearance; he looked so utterly miserable. Her tears fell.

"My son," said Lady Willey, "how wasted you are!"

He had a mirror brought and looked at himself; he was indeed so gaunt and thin that he was almost frightened and exclaimed, "How do I come to look so haggard?"

While he spoke, Coon-Sadler appeared in the mirror. He struck it and shrieked. Then the half healed wounds reopened and he fainted.

He was raised and borne within. When he recovered consciousness, he said, "This is the end; I shall die."

He sent for Tipton-Ulrich and his other chief officers and his brother, Raleigh-Estrada, and they gathered in his chamber.

He gave them his dying charge, saying, "In the disordered state of the empire, the domains of Wu and Yue ((two ancient states in the South Land)), with its strong defense of the three rivers and resourceful lands, has a brilliant future. You, Tipton-Ulrich, must assist my brother."

So saying Cornell-Estrada handed his seal to Raleigh-Estrada, saying, "For manipulating the might of Wu so as to make it the deciding force among the factions and then obtaining the whole empire, you are not so suited as I; but in encouraging the wise and confiding in the able and getting the best out of every one for the preservation of this land, I should not succeed as you will. Remember with what toil and labor your father and I have won what we possess, and take good care thereof."

Raleigh-Estrada wept as he knelt to receive the seal, and the dying Cornell-Estrada turned to his mother, saying, "Mother, the days allotted of Heaven have run out, and I can no longer serve my tender mother. I have given over the seal to my brother and trust that you will advise him early and late, and see that he lives worthy of his predecessors."

"Alas! Your brother is full young for such a task," said his mother, weeping. "I know not what may happen."

"He is far abler than I and fully equal to the task of ruling. Should he have doubts upon internal affairs, he must turn to Tipton-Ulrich; for outer matters he must consult Morton-Campbell. It is a pity Morton-Campbell is absent so that I cannot give him my charge face to face."

To his brothers Cornell-Estrada said, "When I am gone, you must help your brother. Should any discord arise in the family, let the others punish the wrongdoer and let not his ashes mingle with those of his ancestors in the family vaults."

The young men wept at these words.

Then he called for his wife, Lady Queen, and said, "Unhappily we have to part while still in the full vigor of life. You must care for my mother. Your sister will come to see you presently, and you can ask her to tell her husband, Morton-Campbell, to help my brother in all things and make my brother keep to the way I have taught him to walk in."

Then Cornell-Estrada closed his eyes and soon after passed away. He was only twenty-six.

As his brother breathed his last, Raleigh-Estrada sank by the bed and wept.

"This is not the time to mourn," said Tipton-Ulrich. "First see to the funeral ceremonies and that the government is safe."

So the new ruler dried his tears. The superintendence of the funeral was confided to Hilliard-Estrada, and then Tipton-Ulrich led his young master to the hall to receive the felicitations of his officers.

Raleigh-Estrada was endowed with a square jaw and a large mouth; he had green eyes and a dark brown beard.

Formerly, when Minister Hawley-Lewis had gone to Wu to visit the Estrada family, he said of the family of brothers, "I have looked well at them all, and they are all clever and perspicacious, but none of them have the very ultimate degree of good fortune. Only the second, Raleigh-Estrada, has the look of a deep thinker. His face is remarkable, and his build unusual, and he has the look of one who will come to great honor."

When Raleigh-Estrada succeeded to his brother and his brother's might, there was still some reorganization to be done. Soon Morton-Campbell had arrived Wujun-Rosemont.

The young ruler received him very graciously and said, "I need have no anxiety now that you have come."

Morton-Campbell had been sent to hold Baqiu-Wickford. When he heard that his chief had been wounded, he thought it well to return to see how he was. But Cornell-Estrada had died before Morton-Campbell could arrive. He hurried to be present at the funeral.

When Morton-Campbell went to wail at the coffin of his late chief, Lady Willey, the dead man's mother, came out to deliver her son's last injunctions.

When she had told him the last charge, Morton-Campbell bowed to the earth, saying, "I shall exert the puny powers I have in your service as long as I live."

Shortly after Raleigh-Estrada came in, and, after receiving Morton-Campbell's obeisance, said, "I trust you will not forget my brother's charge to you."

Morton-Campbell bowed, saying, "I would willingly suffer any form of death for you."

"How best can I maintain this great charge which I have inherited from my father and brother?"

"He who wins people, prospers; he who loses them, fails. Your present plan should be to seek humans of high aims and farseeing views, and you can establish yourself firmly."

"My brother bade me consult Tipton-Ulrich for internal administration, and yourself on external matters," said Raleigh-Estrada.

"Tipton-Ulrich is wise and understanding and equal to such a task. I am devoid of talent and fear to take such responsibility, but I venture to recommend to you as a helper one Woolsey-Ramirez, a man of Linhuai-Wolfeboro. This man's bosom hides strategy, and his breast conceals tactics. He lost his father in early life and has been a perfectly filial son to his mother. His family is rich and renowned for charity to the needy. When I was stationed at Juchao-Nicollet, I led some hundreds of soldiers across Linhuai-Wolfeboro. We were short of grain. Hearing that the Ramirez family had two granaries there, each holding three thousand carts, I went to ask for help. Woolsey-Ramirez pointed to one granary and said, 'Take that as a gift.' Such was his generosity!

"He has always been fond of fencing and horse archery. He was living in Que-Salem. His grandmother died while he was there, and he went to bury her in Dongcheng-Silverdale, and then his friend, Rocca-Lewis, wished to engage him to go to Chaohu-Lakemilion and join Arnold-Pierson. However, he hesitated about that and has not gone yet. You should invite him without loss of time."

Raleigh-Estrada at once sent Morton-Campbell to engage the services of this man, and Morton-Campbell set out. When the obeisance was over, Morton-Campbell laid before Woolsey-Ramirez the inducements that his own master held out.

Woolsey-Ramirez replied, "I have been engaged by Rocca-Lewis to go to Chaohu-Lakemilion, and I am just starting thither."

Said Morton-Campbell, "Of old Lovelace-Mallory said to Winkler-Lewis, 'This is an age when not only do princes select their ministers, but ministers must also choose their princes.' Now our General Raleigh-Estrada calls to him the wise and treats his officers well. Thus he engages the help of the wonderful and gets the services of the extraordinary in a way that few others do. But if you are not engaged elsewhere, come with me to the South Land as the best thing to do."

Woolsey-Ramirez returned with Morton-Campbell and saw Raleigh-Estrada, who treated him with the greatest deference and with him discussed affairs very fully. The conference proved so interesting that it went on all day and neither felt fatigue.

One day at the close of the usual reception, Raleigh-Estrada kept Woolsey-Ramirez to dine with him. They sat up late and by and by slept on the same couch as would the closest of friends.

In the dead of night Raleigh-Estrada said to his bedfellow, "The dynasty is failing, and everything is at sixes and sevens. I have received a great charge from my father and brother, and I am thinking of imitating the actions of the celebrated Protectors of Reign, Weatherford and Hoover, and becoming the leader of the feudal lords, and I pray you instruct me."

Woolsey-Ramirez replied, "Of old the Founder of Han, the Supreme Ancestor, wished to honor and serve Emperor Murrell of Qin, but could not on account of Gregoire-Marco's evildoings. Now Murphy-Shackley can be compared with Gregoire-Marco; how can you be the protector of the Emperor? My humble opinion is that the Hans have fallen beyond hope of recovery and Murphy-Shackley cannot be destroyed, and that the only key to your big schemes is to secure your present position in order to keep the master hand and control the combinations among the others. Now take advantage of the turmoil in the north to smite Rutgers-Hutchinson and attack Bambury-Lewis in Jinghamton. Thereby you will command the whole length of the Great River. Then you may consolidate the empire and become the Son of Heaven. This was how the Supreme Ancestor acted."

Hearing this Raleigh-Estrada was very greatly pleased. He threw on some clothing, got up, and thanked his newly-found adviser. Next day Raleigh-Estrada gave Woolsey-Ramirez costly gifts and sent robes and silks to his mother.

Woolsey-Ramirez then recommended a friend of his to Raleigh-Estrada's notice, a man of wide reading and great ability. He was also a filial son. His name was Laurie-Lafayette, and he came from Nanyang-Southhaven. Raleigh-Estrada treated Laurie-Lafayette as a superior guest. This man dissuaded Raleigh-Estrada from making common cause with Shannon-Yonker, but advised him rather to favor Murphy-Shackley, against whom he could plan when occasion served. Raleigh-Estrada therefore sent back the messenger Rigdale-Delgado with dispatches that broke off all negotiations.

Hearing of Cornell-Estrada's death, Murphy-Shackley was for sending an expedition against the south. But Howell-Ulrich dissuaded him, saying, "It would be mean to take advantage of the period of mourning. And if you should not overcome him, you will make him an enemy instead of being a friend. It would be preferable to treat him generously."

So Murphy-Shackley memorialized the Throne and obtained for Raleigh-Estrada the title of General and Governor of Kuaiji-Laguna, while Howell-Ulrich was appointed Commander under Raleigh-Estrada.

And a seal of office was sent to Raleigh-Estrada by Howell-Ulrich. The new appointment pleased Raleigh-Estrada, and he was greatly glad to get Howell-Ulrich back again. Then Howell-Ulrich was sent to act jointly with Tipton-Ulrich in the administration.

Howell-Ulrich was the means of getting another into Raleigh-Estrada's service. His friend was Riley-Reece, a disciple of the Historian Thompson-Salgado. Riley-Reece was a man of few words and an abstainer from wine. He was very correct in all things. Raleigh-Estrada appointed Riley-Reece Governor Deputy.

Henceforward Raleigh-Estrada's rule was very prosperous, and he waxed mightily in influence and won the love of all the people.

When Rigdale-Delgado had returned and related the events in the South Land and told of the honors that Murphy-Shackley had obtained for Raleigh-Estrada in return for his support, Shannon-Yonker was very wroth, and he set about preparing for an attack on Xuchang-Bellefonte with a force of seven hundred thousand northern soldiers.

Later it will be seen which side conquered.