The Kingdom of Kann

[theDragon]

The Chinese Plot for Kann

[theDragon]

-Dawn of War-

“Sire.” Kahnn’s foreign advisor just stepped into his bedroom, which meant something was terribly wrong. “I have information that Mao held a meeting with Montezuma a few short days ago! I also have been informed that there has been an order to the Chinese ambassador that he must return home immediately.”
“Damn! That means we haven’t much time before Mao and his Aztecan dogs are stepping onto our soil!” Kahnn rushed the rest of his clothes on and ran with his advisor from him bedroom.
“The ambassador to China has been seized, but he has stated that he knows nothing of a pending invasion or any hostilities between our borders.”
“Well whatever the case get what you can from him.” The King said, moving swiftly to his throne room. There, two Commanders, both stationed in the City of Kann itself met him at the door. “You,” the King pointed to one of the Commanders, “Get on horseback now and get the message to General Gueven to order his invasion of China!”

-Shanghai Falls-

*Jerim*
General Gueven looked out at the pouring rain. The rain hit his makeshift tent like hail. His Captains stood around him, overlooking the sketch of the City of Shanghai. Four divisions of Swordsmen and six divisions of Knights were under Gueven’s command, and he had already planned where they would all stand on the battlefield.
“The swordsmen will make to the wimpy city walls and scale them with ladders and our ropes. The Knights will keep off any counterattack during this critical stage. After the swordsmen are on the other side, their orders are simple: open the gates. We Knights will take care of the city once the gates are open.” Gueven said, pointing to the city gates.
He looked out into the downpour again, then back at his Captains. “This is the Dawn of a War between two very powerful rulers and nations. We must win Shanghai, or the rest of our advances may be stalled here. Shanghai will fall.” The Captains nodded their heads in understanding and all made way out of the tent to their horses and their command posts.
The mud was already thick, and the sky was dark blue. The Knights and swordsmen crashed over the hills of Jerim and the borders of China. Shanghai was already well lit and ready.
When General Gueven reached the point from the city where he was beginning to see the shapes of men on the walls, he saw the archers raising their bows to the sky. “ARROWS!!!” he screamed to his men. Shields instantly rose to cover from the barrage. Some arrows however got through, and men fell from Gueven’s right and left.
The city was becoming larger now, and the enemy soldiers’ outlines became clearer. The walls were before him and his men, most of the swordsmen were still trudging through the deep mud, and many were falling to arrows still. The few that made it to the wall hoisted from one of the horses a tall ladder, and set it against the wall. Seconds later three more ladders were up and men were climbing them toward the enemy.
Chinese archers aimed downward now, at the individuals coming at them. Some men on the ladders used dead partners as shields rather than throwing them down to the ground. General Gueven sat nervously at the bottom of this slaughter, waiting to see the gates open.
He was unaware of how well his troops were doing on the wall. The rain thumped loudly against his armor. He saw a number of men on their backs, fallen from the ladders, who could not get themselves back up because of the suction created by their armor in the mud. Gueven speculated dismounting and helping them, but they stopped moving before he was able to even ride to them, drowning in the mud.
He heard the clanks of swords and shields; he heard the rain crashing onto the armor and onto the puddles of mud. He heard the screams of those still dying, and saw those who were thrown from the top of the wall.
But then, to his joy, he saw the gates slowly opening! Almost instantaneously there were four of his Knights underneath the still rising metal barrier. The Knights began to wreck havoc on the interior of the city now, disrupting the ground troops that once felt safe. Soon Gueven was under and with them. He swung his sword into standing troops as he passed. And felt the impact of his sword to their armor, or sometimes, to their bone.
Soon after, the Chinese troops turned and made a full retreat into the city, hoping to escape the invaders. Gueven’s Knights looked at him questioningly, the rain exploding on their bloodstained helmets.
“Get them!” Gueven yelled over the rain and screams.
The Knights turned in pursuit of the fleeing, and Gueven surveyed his position. Most of his swordsmen had fallen, but a good number was still standing before him. His Knights were now to finish off the rest of the armed guards, and he was sure that the city was going to pose no threat to their occupation. Shanghai had fallen.

[Paddy]

My apologies, for leaving this several weeks. Like where you are going with this, and great pic...

any more please