Dust and blood splatters mixed into dirty mud flying through the Xuzhou air. Jo Fan picked up the red and white plastic megaphone he had just slammed onto the command carriage floor. The white-haired young man's breath came in ragged gasps. The effects of the energy drink and painkiller made his heart beat wildly until his ribs ached. On the right side of the battlefield, the Wei infantry defensive line led by Xiahou Yuan deliberately broke their own formation. They allowed thousands of Bingzhou Wolf Cavalry led by Zhang Liao to break through across the horse corpse bridge. Cao Cao's chess piece had stabbed the Shu-Han faction in the back at the most critical moment. "You dog, Cao Cao! You really want us all to die in the same hole!" Jo Fan cursed roughly. Cold sweat drenched his temples. The neon blue screen instantly flashed in his retina, emitting a blinding light. [Tactical Warning. Your formatio

The winter wind blowing over the observation hill felt freezing to the skin, but the air inside the Wei faction's command tent suddenly turned hollow. The high-quality clay cup slipped from between Cao Mengde's fingers. The object hit the edge of the teak wood table, then rolled and shattered to pieces on the thick carpet. Expensive warm wine spilled, soaking the Prime Minister's boots. Cao Cao did not blink. The tyrant, who was usually always in control of every situation, stood frozen on the edge of the cliff. His dark eyes were wide, staring straight at the field of slaughter in front of the giant Xuzhou wall several li below. The scene that had just unfolded inside the horseshoe formation had destroyed all logical calculations in his head. Lu Bu, the God of War who was supposed to finish off Liu Bei in one final attack, had instead turned his Red Hare horse one hundred and eighty degrees. The gol

CLANG! BOOM! The deafening sound of metal exploding split the air of Xuzhou, which was filled with dust and the metallic stench of blood. The muddy ground trembled violently. The shockwave from the clash of the three heaviest weapons on the Chinese mainland exploded in all directions like an invisible storm. Ten Pingyuan infantry soldiers in the nearest radius were immediately thrown backward. Their thick wooden shields cracked instantly, some vomiting blood from their mouths due to the sudden, dense air pressure. In the middle of the suffocating dust vortex, Lu Bu's figure stood like a devil refusing to bow to the laws of nature. The muscle on the God of War's right arm had swollen until it tore the seams of his golden armor's shoulder protector. That right hand held the upper part of the sharply curved Fangtian Huaji shaft, blocking the full force of Guan Yu's Green Dragon Crescent Blade which had shot straight down fr

The brown dust that had been swirling wildly in the Xuzhou air slowly began to settle, pulled down by the light spring drizzle. Inside the narrow corridor formed by the shield wall of the Pingyuan infantry, the deafening sound of clashing metal finally ceased.The silence that replaced the chaos of the slaughter felt far more suffocating.Atop the wooden command carriage, Jo Fan sat leaning forward. The white-haired young man's breath was ragged. Both his hands gripped the armrests of his wheelchair so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Jo Fan's eyes stared straight at the center of the execution arena, located just a dozen yards in front of him.System, keep monitoring his vitals. Do not let your radar go down for even a second, Jo Fan commanded inwardly, his voice trembling. Cold sweat mixed with rainwater soaked his pale face.In the middle of the puddle of mud and fresh blood, time seemed to freeze.The four men who were the center of the whirlpool of destiny for the Chinese

The giant in golden armor disappeared behind the dust cloud. He spurred his commandeered horse with desperate speed toward the gates of Xuzhou. The departure of the God of War, who had never before retreated from a battlefield, dealt a devastating psychological blow to his troops.The thirty thousand Bingzhou Wolf Cavalry, who had earlier roared savagely like predators, instantly lost their fangs. The leader they revered as a guardian deity had fled the battlefield. The army's morale shattered into pieces. Their formation crumbled completely. The cavalrymen collided with one another, turned around in a panic, and spurred their horses to run back into the protection of Xuzhou's walls.The victory cheers from the Pingyuan infantry erupted, shaking the land of China. They surged forward, thrusting their spears into the backs of the fleeing enemy. A one-sided slaughter took place in the remnants of the horseshoe formation corridor.On the command carriage, Jo Fan leaned his stiff back aga