All Chapters of Hijacking the Three Kingdoms with My System : Chapter 101
- Chapter 110
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Chapter 101: The Shu-Han Faction's Difficult Choice
The night wind blew through the gaps of Xuzhou's west gate. The sight down below truly defied logic. Lu Bu, the monster whose name alone was enough to stop babies from crying across the Chinese mainland, was still kneeling on the muddy ground. His head was bowed low, waiting for an answer. Liu Bei stared at the man with bated breath. The Imperial Uncle slowly raised his hand. "Wait here, General Lu. I must consult with my advisors," Liu Bei said in a loud voice that shattered the silence. Liu Bei immediately signaled the guard captain. The iron-reinforced wooden gate that had been slightly open was shut tight and locked with a giant wooden beam. Once the gate was closed, Liu Bei turned around. He walked quickly up the stone stairs to the command room on top of the tower, closely followed by Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, and Jo Fan. As soon as the command room door closed, the previously quiet atmosph
Chapter 102: The Snake in Xiaopei and the Tiger's Food Rations
One month had passed since the west gate of Xuzhou was opened to receive the defeated God of War. Autumn began to shed leaves in the eastern territories. A cold wind blew carrying dust, but inside Jo Fan's study in the Xuzhou town hall, the air felt warm from the steam of green tea. The silvery-white-haired young man sat cross-legged on his wooden chair. In front of him was a stack of bamboo scrolls containing logistical reports. Jo Fan picked up a brush, crossed out a few numbers, and then sighed softly. System, try recalculating the remaining grain shipments to Xiaopei for this month, Jo Fan commanded in his head. I want to cut another five percent from next week's total rations. The neon blue screen instantly lit up in his retina. The annoying mechanical voice buzzed. [Processing logistics data... Complete.][Tactical Analysis: The daily caloric intake for the 30,000 Bi
Chapter 103: The Hiss of the Traitor
The stuffy air inside the rundown tavern felt increasingly suffocating. The flickering, dim oil lamp light reflected the gleam of the three pouches filled with pure gold pieces on the wooden table, wet from spilled wine. The three low-ranking officers of the Bingzhou army stared at the gold with bated breath. Wang Kai smiled faintly. Cao Cao's spy knew exactly that the loyalty of starving men was very easy to buy. He slowly reached inside his black robe, ensuring his movement didn't trigger panic in the three savage men before him. A small bamboo scroll was placed on the table. A bright red wax seal bearing the dragon emblem, symbolizing Prime Minister Cao's power, was affixed neatly to it. "This gold is a small gift for the three of you," Wang Kai said in a very calm, hypnotic tone. "But this scroll is not for you. This letter must reach the hands of your master, the God of War Lu Bu. And you must hand it over when he f
Chapter 104: Jo Fan's Panic and Preparations for War
Jo Fan's breathing raced in a highly chaotic rhythm. The young man sat on the edge of the bed, clutching his silk blanket until his knuckles turned white. Cold sweat poured down, soaking his forehead and neck, while his heart pounded as if he had just been forced to run laps around the Xuzhou walls. His peaceful sleep was completely shattered. Jo Fan's eyes, adorned with pitch-black bags like a panda, now bulged wide. Inside his head, the system's warning alarm still left a sharp, nerve-wracking ring. Lu Bu had rebelled. The God of War whom he had fed bland wheat was now marching, bringing death toward Xuzhou. The time bomb he planted in Xiaopei had exploded faster than his worst predictions. "System," Jo Fan whispered with a trembling voice. His hand roughly wiped his pale face. "Open the Black Market right now. Find me a tactic or item to suppress this rebellion. I need something specific. A 'Tame Lu Bu' tactic or what
Chapter 105: Alien War Tactics
Three thick bamboo scrolls landed on the wooden table with a loud thud. Jo Fan looked at the three legendary generals in front of him with an ice-cold stare. There was no more hesitation in the white-haired young man's eyes. The threat of Lu Bu's thirty thousand Bingzhou Wolf Cavalry had forced his brain to work at maximum capacity. "General Guan, the middle scroll is for you," Jo Fan commanded. His voice was hoarse but radiated absolute authority. Guan Yu stepped forward. The God of War picked up the bamboo scroll and opened it slowly. His sharp eyes swept over the rows of formation diagrams and tactical instructions drawn in charcoal. Guan Yu frowned deeply. "Phalanx Formation? Guerrilla Tactics?" Guan Yu mumbled, spelling out the foreign terms written there. "Long spears crossed to form a tight wall, but the army divided into small independent units?" "Exactly. I don't want our infantry to just be
Chapter 106: The Price of Bending Knowledge
A few hours later, in the Pingyuan blacksmith complex. The air in the place felt like being inside the belly of a volcano. Dozens of giant furnaces blazed with roaring fires. The sound of sledgehammers hitting hot iron rang out relentlessly. Dozens of the best blacksmiths in the city worked, their bodies drenched in sweat. In the midst of the hellish heat, Jo Fan stood leaning against a wooden table stained with soot. Zhao Yun stood faithfully beside him, observing the manufacturing process with his eagle eyes. "Mix in the carbon powder now! Not too much! Keep the temperature at a bright red color. Don't let it get yellowish-white!" Jo Fan shouted instructions, his eyes bulging as he watched the smelting crucible. A senior blacksmith poured in the mixture according to the strange advisor's instructions. The molten metal was then poured into a chest plate mold and doused with a special cooling oil who
Chapter 107: The Mad Advisor VS The Ancestral Spirits
Two days is a very long time if you have to spend it without being able to feel your own legs. Jo Fan sat scowling in a chair fitted with two large wooden wheels on its left and right sides. His legs, wrapped in thick cloth, were completely frozen from the waist down. The motor paralysis caused by the spinal nerve overload when forging the lightweight steel blueprint was truly agonizing. However, there was one thing that brought a little comfort to his pride. This wooden wheelchair was no ordinary chair. Upon hearing the news that the Military Advisor who had saved their city had fallen ill and paralyzed, the best carpenters in all of Xuzhou had worked through the night. They built him a dragon-carved wheelchair out of select wood, complete with soft silk cushions donated by the Mi family. More than that, the man currently pushing the wheelchair from behind was no ordinary soldier. "Turn left a bit,
Chapter 108: The Mad Advisor's Homemade Hell
While Xuzhou enjoyed a false peace and prosperity on the city streets, real busyness was taking place inside the walls of the main hall. In the governor's office, Liu Bei and Lady Mi were sitting side-by-side behind a wooden desk piled high with bamboo reports. The newlyweds were not weaving romance. They were working like an efficient bureaucratic machine. Lady Mi held an ancient wooden abacus. Her slender fingers moved very quickly, calculating rows of logistical and tax figures. "My Lord, with the gold from my family, we have covered the deficit for this month," Lady Mi said in her calm yet firm voice. She handed a parchment scroll to Liu Bei. "But we must ensure the city's economic wheel runs independently. I suggest we implement a twenty percent agricultural tax reduction for this season." Liu Bei frowned, reading the report carefully. "Lower taxes? My wife, we just recruited fifty thousand new
Chapter 109: The Result of the Mad Advisor's Intervention
The afternoon air at the Pingyuan training ground felt like a giant grill. Thick brown dust flew through the air, mixing with the pungent smell of sour sweat and vomit. The footsteps of tens of thousands of men struck the sandy ground in a messy rhythm, but not a single one of them dared to stop. The new recruits ran along the city borders. They wore no armor. They were shirtless, their skin sunburnt raw and blistered. On their shoulders, each man carried a solid teak wood log weighing dozens of kilograms. A young soldier in the middle of the formation tripped over a rock. His trembling, exhausted legs could no longer bear the weight. He fell face first. His wooden log slammed into the dirt. The young man's stomach churned violently, spewing bitter yellow bile into the dust. The other soldiers who saw him almost stopped too, but a giant shadow suddenly blocked the sun above them. "Who told you to sto
Chapter 110: The Tyrant's Laughter and Cunning
Thousands of miles away from the dusty field where the Pingyuan troops were being forged like iron in hell, the sky above the capital city of Xuchang looked remarkably clear. Thick smoke billowed from hundreds of blacksmith chimneys lined up in the corners of the city. The sound of sledgehammers striking steel plates rang out endlessly, creating an industrial military symphony that never slept. The Wei army, which had been crushed and swallowed by the blood swamp of Xuzhou, now stood tall once more. Logistics from Yan Province flowed in abundantly. Sacks of autumn wheat piled high inside the main granaries. Cao Mengde's army had fully recovered, sharpening their fangs in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to tear into their prey once again. On the balcony of the command palace made of sturdy teak wood, Cao Cao stood like a statue. The tyrant in the maroon robe gazed out over the expanse of h