All Chapters of Hijacking the Three Kingdoms with My System : Chapter 31
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Chapter 31: The War Dance of Zilong
In the middle of the square, Zhao Yun, now without his horse, had just landed. Hundreds of rusty spear tips from the Yellow Turban bandits shot out simultaneously from all directions, aiming for the gaps in his silver armor. “Die, you wannabe hero!” the bandits roared. However, before the dozens of spears could even touch Zhao Yun’s white cape, a thunderous roar erupted from behind the enemy ranks. “GET LOST, YOU SCUM!” BOOM! Zhang Fei crashed into the bandits’ rear line like a giant boulder thrown into a mud puddle. His Serpent Spear swept horizontally with full force. CRACK! SNAP! Eight bandit bodies were instantly cleaved and sent flying into the air with their ribs shattered. Blood, pieces of intestines, and screams of pain exploded at once. The layered encirclement that had trapped Zhao Yun was blo
Chapter 32: The Silver Dragon's Submission and the Black Nectar of the Gods
Guan Hai, the extremist leader who had spread terror, was killed instantly. His large body collapsed onto the dusty ground, leaving a gaping hole in his neck. His rusty machete lay meaninglessly beside his stiffening feet. Seeing their leader die in a single flash of an attack that was too fast to follow with the naked eye, the remaining Yellow Turban bandits surrounding the square immediately lost what was left of their courage. The clatter of dropped weapons echoed one after another. They fell to their knees, prostrated themselves, and trembled, begging for mercy. The five thousand hostages who had been tied in the center of the pyre were now crying hysterically, no longer with tears of fear, but with tears of overwhelming relief. In the middle of the prostrating sea of people, Zhao Yun stood calmly. The young man in silver armor pulled his spear from Guan Hai’s neck, flicked the remaining blood from its blade in
Chapter 33: A One-Way Ticket to Jakarta
The warm euphoria that had just blossomed inside the command tent died instantly, snatched away without mercy by a single sentence from the logistics official. Five empty Coca-Cola cans lay on the wooden table like tombstones for a happiness that was far too short-lived. Zhang Fei’s booming laughter vanished into thin air. The smile on Liu Bei’s face faded, leaving behind a mask of despair as pale as a corpse. “Gone? Is it all really gone?” Liu Bei whispered, his voice hoarse and trembling, as if the words were shards of glass tearing at his throat. The logistics official prostrated himself on the dirt floor, his body shaking so violently his teeth chattered. “I have counted it three times, Imperial Uncle. Our granary is completely empty. The last of the grain was distributed as porridge tonight. If this news leaks to the prisoner camp outside…” The man swal
Chapter 34: The General of Agriculture and the Zhang Fei-Powered Tractor
Dawn had not yet fully broken on the eastern horizon, but the Pingyuan military kitchen had already transformed into a giant magic cauldron. Thirty massive iron cauldrons, usually used for boiling uniforms or weapons, were now lined up over brightly burning stoves. The water inside was at a rolling boil. In front of the cauldrons, Jo Fan sat leaning on a rough wooden cane. His face was still ashen, and his breath made a faint wheezing sound every time he inhaled. The sacrifice of thirty percent of his Max HP had truly made the body of a twenty-something college student feel like a frail old man who had just run a marathon. “Put the powder in now. Slowly, don’t spill any. That’s our lives for today,” Jo Fan commanded in a hoarse voice, pointing at the head cook. The cook nodded nervously, then sprinkled a pinch of golden powder from a single ground Goliath sweet potato seed.
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Chapter 35: The Spy in the Golden Field
Liu Bei frowned, his hand reflexively going to the hilt of his twin swords. “An elite rat? You mean bandits? But Yunchang swept this area a week ago!” “Not bandits, Boss. You think a miracle of harvesting sweet potatoes in a month wouldn’t cause a stir throughout China?” Jo Fan laughed cynically, the laugh triggering a small, painful cough. “Cao Cao and Yuan Shao have eyes everywhere. Logistics is the key to war. They must be drooling over our suddenly unlimited fields. The dots on my radar are moving too neatly for a bunch of village thugs. This is an intelligence division. The Owl Group.” “The Owl Group?” Liu Bei’s face tensed. “The elite intelligence from the Wei faction?! If they manage to steal a sample of these seeds or kidnap our farmers who know how to plant them…” “Our strategic advantage will be leaked, and they’ll come w
Chapter 36: A Bloody Game of Chess
The air inside the special interrogation room in the west wing of the Pingyuan military barracks was suffocating. This room, with its thick brick walls, was deliberately built underground with only a single, small, iron-grated ventilation slit near the ceiling. The three men in black from Wei's Owl Group were now tied to a sturdy wooden frame. However, they were not tied in a normal sitting or standing position. Thick hemp ropes bound their wrists to the top post, while their knees were forcibly bent. They were left hanging in a half-squatting position that tortured their thigh muscles. In front of them, two local Pingyuan militia executioners stood ready with leather whips tipped with wire and hot irons glowing in a charcoal brazier. However, Jo Fan, sitting back in his wheelchair which was being pushed by Zilong, waved his hand lazily. “Get those boomer tools out of here,” Jo Fan comman
Chapter 37: The Grand Harvest and the People's Tears
The morning air in Pingyuan felt different today. There was no longer the smell of dry dust or the tang of blood floating on the wind. Instead, the aroma of dew on green leaves refreshed the lungs of anyone who breathed it in. Exactly thirty days had passed since the golden seeds were planted. At the edge of the giant agricultural field that stretched to the horizon, Jo Fan sat back in his wheelchair. His body was wrapped in a thick robe even though the sun was beginning to shine brightly. His face was as gaunt as a skull, his skin as pale as gray paper, and his breath made a soft wheezing sound every time the wind blew. Thirty percent of his life energy had been permanently taken by the system, turning the young college student into an invalid who could no longer stand for long. Behind his wheelchair, Zhao Yun stood tall like a protective deity statue. The Silver Dragon’s strong hand gently held the handle of the
Chapter 38: An Invitation to the Hell of Xuzhou
The harvest festival in the Pingyuan square, which had been filled with laughter and song, was now dead silent. The joy of hundreds of thousands of people evaporated with the night wind, replaced by a tension that choked the throat. Inside the town hall, lit only by a few flickering torches, the air was heavy with the metallic smell of fresh blood. The messenger who had collapsed at the gate was now laid out on a long wooden table. The man’s breath sounded like a broken whistle. A military physician was frantically pressing a clean cloth to the messenger’s chest, but blood continued to seep out, staining the stone floor of the town hall. Liu Bei stood beside the table, his trembling hand tightly clutching a blood-stained silk scroll. It was an official letter from Tao Qian, the Governor of Xuzhou. Jo Fan sat silently in his wheelchair, just a few feet from the table. His pale, gaunt face
Chapter 39: The Rise of the White Horse Cavalry
[New Mission Unlocked: 'A Call from Hell'.][Target: Stop Cao Mengde's Genocide in Xuzhou Province.][You have made a decision that aligns your destiny with the canon of a Historical Hero.][Reward Received: 500 Reputation Points and Host's Health Restoration (Restoration of 20% Max HP).][System Note: Do not misunderstand, Host. I am granting this recovery not because I care about your fate. I am simply too lazy to handle the paperwork of finding a new Host if you die coughing in your wheelchair while facing Cao Cao. Stand up and be useful.] Just as the lines of neon text faded from his retina, an incredible warmth stung Jo Fan’s spine. The warmth flowed rapidly through his veins, washing away the cold that had been nesting in his internal organs for weeks. His lungs, which had felt like they were filled with broken glass, could now expand perfectly. With a hand that no longer trembled, Jo Fan gripped the h
Chapter 40: Treading the Path of Skulls to Xuzhou
The air on the border of Xuzhou Province felt strange. Too thick, too hot, and too quiet. The effect of the Caffeine Rush pill Jo Fan had swallowed two days ago had put all his senses on maximum alert. His heart was beating with the constant rhythm of EDM music inside his chest. However, this heightened sensitivity became its own curse when his nose began to catch the scent carried on the south wind. The smell was piercing. A combination of the metallic tang of rust, the smell of fresh blood, and the sweet yet nauseating aroma of burnt meat. “Boss,” Jo Fan called out, spurring his horse closer to Liu Bei. Jo Fan’s once-tense face was now contorted with nausea. “Do you smell that? This isn’t the smell of an ordinary campfire. It’s the smell of copper mixed with carbon…” Liu Bei didn’t answer. The Imperial Uncle’s eyes were fixed on the horiz