rcduggan said:really?that's interesting. how many posts do you have over at the KR boards?
I am unsure... but I've posted in few other places on the PI forums otherwise. That and I've been following this for a long time...
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I am unsure... but I've posted in few other places on the PI forums otherwise. That and I've been following this for a long time...
Just caught up , Mr. Duggan and excellent as always ! I think you've also matured a lot as a writer and I see that play out . Keep up the great work and I'm looking forward to seeing the ever changing condition in China !
Not my favourite style of writing, but once I started reading the 20 first pages just flew by, I really like it, gonna read the rest now...
thanks... I'm glad you found it, even if you initallity missed it.Fernando Torres said::rofl:
great aar !!
*subscribed*
(how the f*ck did i miss this aar ??
thanks for your feedback, mr canonizedcanonized said:
the later stuff is better, in my opinion. once you get past the beginning, it gets better. hopefullyPiko said:
Off topic (as usual ) but as you may or may not know, 1.0 is officially out, with a patch in a few days
) but as you may or may not know, 1.0 is officially out, with a patch in a few days
I'll be sure to download it an waste my free time with itDas Kapitalist said:Off topic (as usual
on a related note, some semi-bad news... this past weekend, and today too, I've been pretty sick, so I've had no time to write (nor have I felt well enough too..
o ) sorry, but as I feel better I'll try to write you guys an update...
rcduggan said:I'll be sure to download it an waste my free time with it
on a related note, some semi-bad news... this past weekend, and today too, I've been pretty sick, so I've had no time to write (nor have I felt well enough too..
Ahhh... hope ya feel better! And get writing
thanks. and I actually DID end up writing almost all of the update, in between sleeping..Das Kapitalist said:Ahhh... hope ya feel better! And get writing
so it won't be TOO far behind scheduel..I can't say the same for The Ebony Cross though.....
Chapter Sixteen, Part Four
October 18, 1941
Gyel-tsen peered through the binoculars as he watched a truck drive past. Or more aptly, roared past, because the automobile was blazing down a narrow dirt road at more than fifty miles an hour. From his vantage point the Gurkhan could see the driver, a Japanese man with a large potbelly, taking large swigs from a liquor bottle while simultaneously attempting to steer the truck.
As the truck sped past, Gyel-tsen caught a glimpse of a red disc on white painted on the side of the truck. So his suspicions had been proven correct. The Imperial Japanese Army had invaded China. The strongest army in all of Asia had been unleashed, and there was no power in China that could stop it.
If the strongest army in Asia is in China, then what is that man doing here? Gyel-tsen wondered while searching the surrounding area. Is the best Hirohito has to offer a pack of fat, drunk slobs?
That would fit well with the propaganda of Japan’s enemies. In his travels in China – albeit they had been short – Gyel-tsen had witnessed both Japanese bomber squadrons attacking cities, and American planes dropping propaganda leaflets on the same cities, depicting Hirohito as a fat, yellow-skinned, buck-toothed idiot.
Sometimes Gyel-tsen wondered if they might be right. There was no honor in airplane bombing, dropping fire and death on civilians from miles in the air. It detached you from the actual war, where true honor was won. In Gyel-tsen’s view, being a bomber was taking the coward’s way out. Instead of facing your foe head on, you instead would destroy him from thousands of feet above, with he having no way to defeat you.
But who are you to question others’ actions and morals? Gyel-tsen’s conscience nagged him. You’ve had innocent children and women killed before. You’ve done it yourself.
The ground rumbled. But this time it was not just the dull drone caused by an engine, this time it was accompanied by rhythmic clomp-clomp-clomp of professional marching.
Not long after this sound reached Gyel-tsen’s ears, the source of the noise approached. A long column of Japanese troops was marching down the road in full military gear. Near the front, one man carried a large, rolled up white flag. Gyel-tsen caught glimpses of red on the flag, and assumed it was the Japanese sun disc. So where were the soldiers planning on raising that flag? Gyel-tsen had not gone down the road either way, but he knew the way the troops were marching would eventually lead to Xianyang. That meant that the Japanese armies must be consolidating their hold on Mao’s territory, or at least the outer parts of it.
Peering over the top of the hill, Gyel-tsen saw a horse dragging a wheeled artillery piece behind it. After that there were a trickle of soldiers, and then none. In minutes the area echoed with silence.
But where did that leave Nepal?
After his escape from Xi’an, Gyel-tsen had been on the run from both Chinese soldiers trying to catch and execute him as a Japanese spy, and ironically on the run from Japanese soldiers trying to kill whom they believed was a Chinese guerilla fighter. Needless to say, the Gurkha could not approach members of either army without being shot on sight.
The information Gyel-tsen had gleaned about the war was confusing. It was clear that the Japanese had used their fledgling airborne divisions to land in the Kathmandu Valley to crush the Rana’s coup. What happened next was less clear. Rumor had it that the Field Marshal who had commanded the paratroopers – a Japanese man named Hideki Matzaki – was holding the reins of power in Nepal. He had turned Nepal into a puppet state of the Japanese Empire, and had forced Gyel-tsen’s homeland into war with the Chinese warlords.
Gyel-tsen sat back and sighed, still shielded by the hill. He had no idea what to do. The Gurkhan Guard had never trained for this situation – one where he had no mission at all. After the meeting at the Drum Tower the Rana family had disappeared. All of Gyel-tsen’s efforts to follow them had been futile. Mohan and his cronies were probably lost somewhere in the vast lands of China.
The only other option Gyel-tsen had was to contact Kathmandu and return to Nepal. Although with the present situation, both of those were looking increasingly unlikely. He had no radio, and to enter any city would be fatal. And even if there was a way to contact Tribhuvana or the Guard headquarters again, the message might be intercepted by the Japanese.
So I’m on my own…
Gyel-tsen got to his feet and scanned down the road both ways. There was so sign of life. Even the animals were gone from the woods, seemingly having been scared off by the noise of troops passing through. Apart from him, the area was lifeless.
Or maybe that was not so. Gyel-tsen spotted footprints – human footprints – on the opposite side of the path. They were fresh, meaning that the person had been there within an hour or so. Gyel-tsen warily tracked the footprints as they lead away from the road and into the wilderness.
Teen feet from the rounds, the tracks stopped behind a low hill. It was almost identical to the one Gyel-tsen had hidden behind to watch the Japanese troops.
This is eerie, Gyel-tsen thought, shuddering slightly. As he had watched the troops pass by, completely unseen, another man had done the very same thing from the opposite side of the road.
“But who are they,” the Gurkhan muttered to himself. “Why were they here, and what were they doing?”
But Gyel-tsen tore himself away from the hill. He turned to trace the footprints as they led into the interior of the woods. There was just the same single set, some kind of boot. Judging by the spacing and depth of impression, the person had walked normally, possibly attempting to move stealthily. But they had still left normal footprints, which puzzled Gyel-tsen. Any trained guerilla or spy would know to conceal their footprints, or at least walk so as to cause as little impression as possible.
The Gurkhan shrugged it off. The Chinese could hardly be considered trained, for the most part. So it was probably one of Mao’s unskilled irregulars. No matter who it was, Gyel-tsen would find out. He forged forward, into the woods.
After several minutes, the footprints began to get less easy to find. The person was now apparently using professional skill to cover his (or her) tracks. Even with all his training, coupled with centuries of Gurkhan instincts, Gyel-tsen could not find the next set.
Damn… his shoulders slumped.
The bushes rustled behind him. Gyel-tsen whirled around, whipping out his KMD pistol.
There was a heavy footfall behind him.
Another thrilling update , Mr. Duggan ! Though I suspect it will be a friend and not a foe this time XD .
soon enough.Das Kapitalist said:Ooooooo! more! more! MORE!
(say, aren't you involved in the cold war mod, RC?)
and not officially, but I do contribute some, why do you ask?
thanks..Prinz Wilhelm said:Wow RC!
thanks..canonized said:
and you may be right, but only time will tell...
excellent update as always RCdugs I look forward to seeing who is following Gyel-tsen...
I look forward to seeing who is following Gyel-tsen...
thanks, bro.Dorkius Maximus said:excellent update as always RCdugs
EDIT: one comment away from 1k!!!!!
AHHHH ITS MIIIIINEEE!!!!
Oh, and I was just curious... haven't been doing much on KR (until we got that Wiki) and was looking for other things to do as well. Not so much now, though
Oh, and I liked your article on Nepal. I just made a pic for it. Do I smell a KR version of Kathmandu Can Do in the mix?
Oh, and I was just curious... haven't been doing much on KR (until we got that Wiki) and was looking for other things to do as well. Not so much now, though
Oh, and I liked your article on Nepal. I just made a pic for it. Do I smell a KR version of Kathmandu Can Do in the mix?