All Chapters of Hijacking the Three Kingdoms with My System : Chapter 21
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Chapter 21: Arrival in Pingyuan
“Seeing those yellow banners on the horizon yesterday seriously took half a year off my life,” Jo Fan grumbled, rubbing his still-sore chest. Luckily, the appearance of the remnant Yellow Turban banners in the distance wasn't a direct threat. Using the last of their energy from the caramelized sweet potatoes, Liu Bei's contingent had force-marched through the night to avoid conflict. Now, under the scorching midday sun, they had finally reached their destination. A dilapidated wooden sign, its calligraphy faded, hung crookedly over the city gate. Two characters were written on it: Pingyuan. Jo Fan stared at the scene before him, his mouth half-open. His expectations of a "provincial government center" were instantly crushed. Pingyuan looked more like a landfill than a city. Its earthen walls were cracked and crumbling in several places. The wooden gate was riddled wit
Chapter 22: The Shadow of Three Hundred Thousand Rebels
The dilapidated Pingyuan town hall bore silent witness to the blood-freezing panic. Its leaky roof dripped the morning's residual dew onto a weathered wooden table where a map of the territory was spread out. However, not one of the four men in the room paid any attention to the dripping water. “Three hundred thousand… you didn’t miscount, General Guan?” Jo Fan’s voice cracked. He dropped the last of his caramelized sweet potato onto the floor. His face, which had just started to regain some color, was now as pale as a corpse again. Guan Yu stood ramrod straight on the other side of the table, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles in his cheeks bulged. The God of War gave a slow shake of his head. “I scouted from the eastern border hills. The army has no end; it stretches across the entire horizon to the edge of the Qingzhou forest,” Guan Yu reported, his voice heavy and grim.
Chapter 23: Preparing a Flour-Dusted Hell
“Dig deeper! The trench isn’t wide enough! Do you all want to become an afternoon snack for a horde of starving rebels?!” Jo Fan’s shrill voice, amplified by his borrowed mini-megaphone, echoed under the scorching Pingyuan sun. The pale-faced young man stood on the dilapidated city wall, yelling at hundreds of sweat-drenched Shu-Han soldiers and local militiamen. Three days. That was the estimated time Guan Yu’s intelligence had given them before the wave of three hundred thousand Yellow Turban refugees washed over their city. Pingyuan had officially been turned into a frenzied construction site. Outside the northern gate, wide, U-shaped trenches were being dug with desperate speed, creating a deadly kill-channel leading directly to the city entrance. Meanwhile, on top of the walls and along the trenches, Zhang Fei was leading soldiers to transport something that looked nothing like a weapon
Chapter 24: A Sea of Living Bones and a Ruler’s Morality
The sound was nothing like a marching army. There was no rhythmic thud of leather boots hitting the ground in unison. No clinking of breastplates or scraping of chainmail. What echoed from the horizon of Pingyuan was a sound far more terrifying, a sound that vibrated the primal nerves in the brain of every human who heard it. Shh… shh… shh… It was the sound of friction, of hundreds of thousands of pairs of calloused, bleeding, and cracked bare feet dragging across the dry, dusty earth. That sound blended with desperate gasps, the groans of empty stomachs, and a wild, wordless moaning. Atop the rickety city wall of Pingyuan, Jo Fan stood stiffly. The incense stick he had been holding to measure the wind direction was now trembling violently between his fingers. The brown dust cloud on the northern horizon slowly parted with a gust of wind. The sight revealed b
Chapter 25: The Wall of Flesh and the God of War’s Tears
Close-quarters combat finally erupted uncontrollably at the northern gate of Pingyuan. It wasn't because of a brilliant enemy tactic or sophisticated siege equipment. There were no stone-throwing towers or iron battering rams. What shattered the Shu-Han forces' initial barricade was the sheer, raw weight of tens of thousands of human bodies piling on top of each other, creating a gruesome Ramp of Death. They climbed the corpses of their own comrades. Thin, dry hands with peeling skin gripped the edge of the brick wall. When the spears of the Pingyuan soldiers pierced their chests, they didn't fall. They pulled their own bodies deeper onto the spearheads, just so the person behind them could crawl over their shoulders. “Hold the line! DO NOT FALL BACK!” the Pingyuan militia captain screamed, his voice breaking with absolute panic. In the courtyard just behind the northern gate wall, a pile of starving
Chapter 26: The Dust Explosion Masterpiece
"FALL BACK! Pull all troops to the second barricade, now!" Guan Yu’s roar thundered over the sound of snapping iron hinges. The God of War swung his guandao one last time, cleaving through three rebels who tried to break through first, before wheeling his horse around and galloping into the inner courtyard. Following the command, the gates of Pingyuan were pulled wide open. The three thousand breathless Shu-Han soldiers immediately fell back, taking cover behind the second line of sandbag barricades and crossed wooden pikes. "The gate is open! Food! There’s grain in there!" A hysterical scream erupted from the front ranks of the Yellow Turbans. Seeing the wide, undefended opening, tens of thousands of starving humans roared with glee. Their zombie instincts took over completely. They pushed, trampled, and surged forward, flooding the high-walled trap trench that Jo Fa
Chapter 27: The Devil God of the 21st Century
The air in front of the northern gate of Pingyuan vanished. Not figuratively, but literally sucked away. The shockwave from the wheat dust explosion didn't produce the sharp, deafening blast of gunpowder. Instead, it sounded like a giant's intake of breath from the depths of the earth. WHOOOOOSSSSHHH! Followed by a blast of superheated air moving at supersonic speed. On the city wall, Jo Fan held on tightly to the stonework. An incredible heat washed over his face, singeing the tips of his bangs. In the courtyard below, Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei were thrown back by the gust of hot wind that burst through the broken gate. Then, a strange silence fell over the trap trench. “Ugh… my ears are ringing…” Zhang Fei grumbled, forcing himself up from the dusty ground. The giant gripped his Serpent Spear, preparing to face the human sea
Chapter 28: A New Threat
The smell of dry dust and musty hay was the first thing to greet Jo Fan's nose. The young man forced his eyes open. His eyelids felt like they were glued shut, and his head throbbed as if it had just been used as a punching bag by Lu Bu. He tried to sit up, but the muscles in his back screamed in protest. Creak… The straw bed he was lying on groaned pitifully. Jo Fan stared at the wooden ceiling, which was covered in cobwebs. The atmosphere outside the room was quiet, but a thick tension hung in the air. A neon blue screen popped up right in front of his retina, blinding him. [Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. You have been asleep for 72 hours, 14 minutes, and 3 seconds.][Host Status: Alive (Unfortunately).][Sanity Points: 10/100.][Warning: Do not attempt another thermobaric explosion if you wish to retain a functioning liver.] &ld
Chapter 29: The Wolf Among the Sheep
CRASH! The weathered wooden table in the middle of the Pingyuan Town Hall finally shattered into pieces. A massive blow from Zhang Fei’s fist reduced the wood to splinters that scattered across the room. “COWARDLY SCUM!” Zhang Fei roared, his voice thundering so loudly it made the rickety town hall roof shake and drop dust. The veins on his dark neck bulged like tree roots. “How dare he hide behind the cries of women and children?! Let me go there right now, Brother! I’ll tear Guan Hai’s mouth from ear to ear!” Guan Yu stood frozen by the window, his sharp, narrowed eyes radiating a blood-chilling killing intent. However, the God of War did not draw his guandao. His hands were just clenched tightly behind his back. “Calm yourself, Third Brother. Your anger will not extinguish the fire surrounding those five thousand hostages,” Guan Yu said in a he
Chapter 30: The Flash of a Silver Dragon Under the Moon
The vibration from the silver spear shaft, still impaled through the executioner’s chest, resonated in the air. Its humming sound broke the terror-filled silence of the Beihai square. Two thousand Yellow Turban extremists held their breath. The torches in their hands trembled. Horror gripped their throats as they watched their giant comrade die in the blink of an eye, pinned to the dusty ground like an insect. In the distance, from the clifftop overlooking the square, came the rhythmic, light, yet absolutely dominant sound of hoofbeats. A young man on a snow-white horse leaped down from the steep slope. He shot through the remnants of the evening fog like a moonbeam that had fallen to earth too quickly. The young man wore flawless, gleaming silver armor, paired with a pristine white cape that billowed gallantly behind him. His face was incredibly handsome, almost like a high-quality jade carvin