Liu Zhenhan paced back and forth on the wooden platform with a duck-like stride, hands clasped behind his back, smilingly watching these Mulan warriors. Fat Luo sheathed his dark iron longsword, and Ali Dai slumped onto the planks, gasping heavily. Just as he reached to pull out his Imperial Golden Knife, a huge and sharp blade tip prodded his chin. Fat Luo shook his head, and Ali Dai, supporting himself with his hands on the planks, was slowly prodded to his feet by the blade tip.
Another large section of the earthen wall was pushed down, and a warrior, godlike in stature, lifted the camel squatting behind the wall as easily as if throwing a mud ball, casually tossing it over his shoulder, as if from a thousand years hence, the sound of a heavy object falling and the camel's shriek reverberated through the air.
