All Chapters of Hijacking the Three Kingdoms with My System : Chapter 71
- Chapter 80
123 chapters
Chapter 71: Dance of Two Monsters
The courtyard of Xuzhou's east gate instantly transformed into a deadly arena. Without a signal from a drum or a trumpet, the two most terrifying destructive forces on the Chinese mainland shot toward each other. There was no military formation, no arrow support, just a pure contest of muscle fueled by ego and bloodlust. “DIE, YOU BALD-HEAD!” Zhang Fei roared. The black-armored giant leaped high, swinging his Serpent Spear in a full circle that split the air. Dian Wei didn't dodge. He crossed his two massive halberds in front of his chest, taking the blow head-on. BLAAAAAARRRR! The shockwave from the clash of steel against steel exploded, sending gravel flying and stirring the dust into a vortex around them. Zhang Fei’s bare feet landed hard on the ground, and he immediately followed up with a barrage of blind thrusts. Clang! Clang! Clang!
Chapter 72: The Unsealed Hell
Fresh blood dripped from the gash on Dian Wei’s cheek. The bald giant touched his face. He stared at the dark red liquid on his palm. His smile didn’t fade, instead it grew more savage and terrifying. “You’re really asking to be crushed to the bone, you Black Pig!” Dian Wei roared. Without another word, Dian Wei charged forward. His two giant, one-hundred-and-sixty-kilogram halberds spun like deadly propellers. His attacks no longer had a rhythm. It was the pure rage of a wounded devil. Zhang Fei gritted his teeth. His left arm hung limply, useless. He could only rely on his right hand, which was already trembling severely. CLANG! CLANG! CRACK! Clash after clash occurred. Every time the Serpent Spear blocked the double halberds, Zhang Fei’s knees bent slightly. The ground around him was shattered into small craters. On the
Chapter 73: The Price of Help
The sea of humanity finally spilled over. Hundreds of thousands of Wei soldiers moved in unison like a black tsunami, parting the dust of the Xuzhou plains. The sound of their steel-booted steps created a real earthquake. The thousands of heavy infantry in the front line roared brutally, raising their shields and longswords. The east gate of Xuzhou, which had been completely destroyed, had now truly become a funnel to hell. “Defend the city! Don’t let them spread into the city streets!” Jo Fan roared from the top of a pile of brick rubble. His voice was shrill and cracking through the last of his mini-megaphone’s battery. Down below, the fight no longer relied on martial arts or high technique. The gate courtyard had turned into a pure meat grinder. The Shu-Han soldiers and the local Xuzhou militia clashed directly with the wall of Wei infantry. The sound of clashing metal, of breaking bones, and
Chapter 74: Help from Nature and the Devil's Laugh
The light drizzle that had wet Jo Fan's cheek only lasted for a few breaths. The sky over Xuzhou, which had been dark and heavy, could no longer hold its watery burden. A roar of thunder exploded, splitting the clouds. In the next second, millions of cubic feet of water poured from the sky like a giant curtain being dropped on the earth. The first storm after months of a long drought had finally hit the land that was filled with the smell of death. The heavy rain washed over the stone streets of the Xuzhou east gate courtyard. The thick pools of blood that had covered the ground were slowly washed away, flowing into small, dark red rivulets toward the city's sewers. Outside the shattered gate, the hundred thousand elite Wei troops who had just begun their death march suddenly lost their momentum. The open-field warfare tactic that relied on massive numbers and heavy armor had now backfired. The dusty
Chapter 75: Suicide Mission, Part Two
Zhao Yun didn't ask many questions. When Jo Fan gave a command that sounded like pure madness, the silver dragon knight just bowed his head in silence. He tightly tied two thick leather pouches filled with Jo Fan’s concocted gunpowder to his back. The pungent smell of sulfur was covered by the scent of rain. Half an hour later, at the end of the abandoned west logistics tunnel, which was covered by thick undergrowth. A rotten wooden hatch was slowly pushed open from underground. Zhao Yun emerged first. The storm immediately hit his handsome face cruelly. The very cold rain washed the dust from his silver armor. A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the pitch-black night for a split second. “The path is safe,” Zhao Yun whispered down into the hole. “Come out one by one. Muzzle your horses with cloth. Don’t make a single sound.” The five hundred Wh
Chapter 76: Zilong's Courage and the Loyalty of the White Horse Cavalry
“Lieutenant! Take command!” Zhao Yun roared, wheeling his white horse around. “What do you mean, General?! Where are you going?!” the lieutenant shouted in confusion, while parrying an enemy’s attack. “You hold them here! Tie up this entire Tiger troop in close combat! Don’t let a single one of them chase me!” Zhao Yun commanded in a voice that accepted no argument. “I’m going on alone.” “But General, that’s suicide! You won’t be able to break through their rear line by yourself!” “This is an absolute order! Hold them even if you have to die in this mud!” Zhao Yun didn't wait for another reply. The knight released his horse’s reins. He planted both his feet on the saddle, then leaped high into the air, leaving his horse in the middle of the crowd. &ldqu
Chapter 77: The Roar of the Water Dragon
The storm still raged fiercely over the lowlands of Xuzhou. The night sky seemed to have completely emptied itself, washing the land that was filled with blood and the remnants of that day’s insane battle. Inside the vast main camp of the Wei army, which stretched out in front of the city gate, the atmosphere was miserable. The hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers who had been ready to level the walls of Xuzhou were now forced to swallow their disappointment. They were forced to halt their attack because of the thick mud that held back their heavy infantry and cavalry. The black tents of the Wei army stood tightly together, but the rainwater had already risen to their ankles. The soldiers were exhausted. They were fast asleep, sitting up or leaning against their shields, ignoring the cold water that soaked their boots. The day’s mental and physical battle had drained the last of their energy. In one of the
Chapter 78: The Mud of Death & Some News
The dawn light broke very slowly, as if even the sun was reluctant to see the horror that lay below. The storm that had raged all night had finally stopped. The gray clouds slowly parted, allowing the morning light to sweep over the plains in front of the Xuzhou city gate. However, there was no longer a vast plain where a hundred thousand Wei soldiers had stood proud the previous afternoon. The valley in front of Xuzhou had transformed into a giant, dark brown mud lake. The scene on the surface of the mud was a pure manifestation of hell. Tens of thousands of Wei soldiers’ corpses floated stiffly. Warhorses, bloated from drowning, were stuck among the wreckage of the destroyed tents. The giant wooden machines, the Trebuchets and siege towers that had once been an apocalyptic threat to Xuzhou, were now just splinters of rotten wood, drifting helplessly. Nature had swept away human arrogance in just a matter of minut
Chapter 79: The Tyrant's Logic
The morning air on the hill was bone-chilling. The wind, a remnant of the storm, carried a foul stench from the mud lake below. Cao Cao stood frozen. His maroon robe was soaking wet and stained with patches of mud. The Tyrant’s hands were trembling violently. Not from the cold that was piercing his bare feet, but from the absolute rage that was boiling in his veins. In his hand was a bamboo scroll stained with fresh blood. At Cao Cao’s feet, a Wei courier was kneeling, coughing. The man was one of three emergency couriers sent from the north. One had been intercepted by Zhao Yun on the main route, another had drowned, swept away by the Si River flood, and only this man had managed to crawl up the hill to deliver the apocalyptic message. “Lu Bu,” Cao Cao hissed. His voice was very low, sounding like the grinding of two millstones. “That wild dog dares to bite my hand. He took over Yan Province while m
Chapter 80: Hell’s Swamp
The sea of men in black armor truly charged into the pool of death. Tens of thousands of heavy Wei infantry, driven by an absolute hunger and desperation, began to descend the hillside. They planted their iron boots into the expanse of the Si River’s floodwaters. By the tenth step, the horror of this natural tactic swallowed them whole. The ground in front of the Xuzhou gate was not ordinary mud. It was a knee-deep swampy sediment created from a mixture of clay, floodwater, and the blood from the previous battle. “My leg! I can’t pull my leg out!” a soldier in the Wei front rank shrieked. His face was pale as he tried to lift his foot, but the suction of the mud pulled him even deeper. “Don’t stop! Keep moving forward!” a Wei captain ordered from behind. But the command was completely useless. The Qingzhou infantry soldiers were wearing e