At one end of the living room of a Formosan cottage, incense from a burning joss stick rose fragrantly before an image of Buddha. Opposite, in a wicker chair flanked by two bold parrots, sat one of the most talked about and least known generals in the null century Orient. His long, hard body was encased in the folds of a grey Chinese gown and he jogged on one knee his five-year-old son, Yen.
General Li Mi, 50, is the handsome, scarfaced Nationalist who controls the Chinese Nationalist guerrillas entrenched in the chasmed...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
