The thundering slam of the two giant iron gates colliding still echoed in Jo Fan's ears. The sound of the wooden crossbar being dropped to lock the East Gate of Xuzhou was like the final strike of a judge's gavel, sentencing them all to death. Outside the thick walls, the furious roars of Xiahou Dun could be heard faintly. The one-eyed wolf of Wei was cursing the names of Liu Bei and Zhao Yun with the foulest of language, promising a slaughter that would make the heavens weep. The Wei cavalry horses kicked at the iron gate, but it was futile. For now, they were safe. Jo Fan leaned against the cold brick wall. He squeezed his eyes shut. He swallowed the last of his saliva, which tasted as bitter as poison. The city wall vibrated slightly from the thunder of thousands of enemy cavalry outside. The effect of the system's caffeine pill was still pumping his heart like a broken diesel engine. His breath came in ragged gasps.

The sun slowly crawled up from the eastern horizon. But the dawn light, which should have brought the warmth of the morning, instead revealed a horror that made the blood of every resident of Xuzhou run cold. The thin morning mist was slowly cleared by a cold wind. Down below, the sea of fire from the Wei army’s camp torches had been extinguished, replaced by a far more deadly sea of iron. The hundreds of thousands of Cao Cao’s troops had formed a giant battle formation that stretched as far as the eye could see. Jo Fan stood on the command tower of the east gate. His pale hand gripped the edge of the brick wall tightly. The cold morning air piercing his lungs was nothing compared to the chill running down his neck. At the very front of the enemy army, a giant division stood ready like a starving monster. The Qingzhou Corps Heavy Infantry. They were the most savage former Yellow Turban rebels who had been con

The eastern gate causeway of Xuzhou had transformed into the private slaughterhouse of Guan Yu and Zhang Fei. Under the horrified gazes of the thousands of Wei soldiers trapped outside, the two monstrous generals mercilessly butchered the front line of the Qingzhou Corps. Blood flowed like a small river, soaking the pile of corpses that now reached their knees. Outside that narrow hell, Xiahou Dun growled. The sound was more like the snarl of a wounded wolf than a human voice. His one remaining eye was bloodshot, the vein on his temple throbbing violently. He watched his proud legion, the army he had trained to destroy cities, now being annihilated by two men in a causeway. This humiliation burned hotter than any fire. “Fall back! Fall back, you fools!” Xiahou Dun roared at his troops, who were still trying to push forward in vain. “Give them space!” The confused and terrified

While Zhang Fei was rampaging in the courtyard, Guan Yu took on a different role. The God of War spurred his captured Xiliang horse, breaking through the chaotic left flank of the Wei defense. Guan Yu did not shout like his younger brother. He swung his Guandao in absolute silence. Ten Wei infantry lieutenants tried to surround him with a shield formation, but the Green Dragon Crescent Blade split their iron shields as if they were made of thin tofu. CRASSH! SHINK! In a matter of breaths, five enemy lieutenants fell to the ground, their chests split open. Blood sprayed, dyeing Guan Yu's green robes a deeper shade of crimson. The remaining Wei soldiers who witnessed the elegant slaughter trembled, not daring to take another step forward. Far in the rear of the Wei army, sitting atop a command chariot drawn by four black horses, Cao Mengde watched the performance intently. The tyra

Hundreds of arrows flew through the morning air of Xuzhou like a storm of iron nails. The White Horse Cavalry, led by Zhao Yun, unleashed their volleys with the precision known only to elite hunters from the northern plains. The arrows were not fired randomly. They targeted the gaps in armor, the joints of horses, and the necks of the Wei soldiers who were surrounding Guan Yu. "Hold the formation! Raise your shields!" Cao Ren shouted in a panicked voice. The defensive general of Wei tried to cover his head with his steel shield. However, the speed and accuracy of the White Horse Cavalry were too terrifying. The sounds of iron piercing flesh echoed one after another. The Wei cavalry horses neighed hysterically, collapsing onto the dusty ground. The Iron Net Formation, which had tightly trapped Guan Yu, was shattered in a matter of seconds. The chaos grew worse as a savage roar was heard from the rear.