All Chapters of Hijacking the Three Kingdoms with My System : Chapter 81
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Chapter 81: The Swamp of Blood and the Tyrant's Sacrifice
The screams for mercy echoed one after another, creating a horrific harmony under the hot afternoon sun of Xuzhou City. The sea of mud in front of the city gate was no longer brown. The floodwater and clay had mixed perfectly with thousands of liters of fresh blood. The swamp had turned a deep, glossy red, reflecting the image of death from every angle. “Mercy! Please, don’t kill me! I surrender!” a heavy Wei infantryman shouted. The soldier’s body had sunk up to his chest in the sucking mud. He had dropped his greatsword, raising his two trembling, mud-covered hands in the air. His terrified eyes looked at a Pingyuan soldier who was gliding closer on a lard-smeared wooden door. The Pingyuan soldier didn’t slow down at all. His face was hard, filled with a burning, vengeful hatred. “You ask for mercy after you slaughtered my brother’s wif
Chapter 82: The Corpse Bridge
Cao Cao’s command echoed, splitting the hot afternoon air. His voice sounded flat, very cold, and left no room for debate. In the rear ranks of the Wei army, tens of thousands of soldiers stood frozen. Their hands trembled violently. They looked at the pile of their comrades' corpses floating on the bloody mud, then at the warhorses that had been their second lives on the battlefield. “Are you deaf?!” Cao Cao roared. His red eyes stared daggers at Xiahou Dun. “Yuanrang! Set an example for them! Slaughter your horse now!” Xiahou Dun swallowed. The one-eyed general gripped his giant sword with a trembling hand. He looked at his beloved black horse, the animal that had saved his life many times. But Cao Cao’s deadly gaze locked down his common sense. Xiahou Dun closed his single eye. CRASH! The greatsword swung down. Xiahou Dun’s horse&rsquo
Chapter 83: The Legend of the 3 Gods of War and the Imperial Uncle
Thousands of iron boots trampled on the pile of flesh and bone that was beginning to rot. The metallic smell of fresh blood mixed with the swamp gas wafted into the air every time the Corpse Bridge was stepped on. The elite Wei army roared savagely. They ran across the hellish causeway with blazing red eyes, driven by hunger and the absolute instruction of their tyrant. At the end of that disgusting bridge, right at the mouth of the east gate of Xuzhou, which had become rubble, five figures stood tall, defying the sea of humanity. Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, and Zhou Cang stood firm. They formed a living barricade that closed the only access to the heart of the city. The strong afternoon wind carried a very thick smell of death, hitting the faces of the five heroes. Dian Wei stepped down from the corpse bridge. His large boots slammed into the rocky ground of Xuzhou with a thud. Behind him, a wave of Wei infan
Chapter 84: The Gates of Hell Open
The corpses of Wei soldiers began to pile up, filling the courtyard in front of the Xuzhou city gate. Thick blood pooled, seeping into the rocky ground and creating a slick, disgusting red carpet. On top of the half-destroyed city wall, the White Horse Cavalry and the Pingyuan militia soldiers were still busy drawing their bowstrings. A relentless rain of arrows flew down, blocking the ordinary Wei infantry from daring to approach the center of the courtyard. Jo Fan stood at the edge of the wall, his hands gripping the bricks tightly. The young man's breath was ragged, his eyes red from the smoke and tension. “Keep firing! Don’t give them room to advance!” Jo Fan shouted through his mini-megaphone, which was starting to sound staticky. “Keep the stage down there clear for our generals! No grunts are allowed to interfere!” Now, the stage of death had completely shifted to a god-level battle.<
Chapter 85: The Gates of Hell Open II
Thirty seconds. The number flashed red in Jo Fan’s retina like an unavoidable death sentence. Down in the courtyard of Xuzhou’s east gate, the scene was draining what was left of Jo Fan’s sanity. In terms of fighting skill, the Shu-Han generals were absolutely superior. Guan Yu could parry the attacks of three top Wei generals at once. Zhao Yun could still break through the defensive line of five hundred elite infantry alone. Liu Bei and Zhou Cang continued to cleave through anyone who dared to get close. And Zhang Fei was still standing, even with a torn arm. They were winning by a landslide in terms of skill. But in terms of numbers and stamina, Xuzhou had lost completely. Human muscle has its limits. The air they were breathing had been replaced by the metallic smell of blood and dust. Guan Yu’s hand holding the guandao was beginning to tremble. Zhao Yun’s steps were no longer as light as
Chapter 86: The Wrath of the Gods
Yu Jin’s sword was just a fist’s distance from Guan Yu’s back. Li Dian’s spear was aimed at a blind spot from the right. In another corner of the courtyard, Zhang Fei’s breath sounded like a leaky whistle. The black-armored giant’s lungs were completely burned out. The death of the five heroes of Xuzhou at the mouth of this hell gate was just a matter of seconds. But the time in the courtyard seemed to freeze. A pillar of very bright golden light exploded from the top of the command tower. A wave of pure energy shot down, slammed into the stone floor of the east courtyard, then spread out to form a giant dome. The warm light enveloped the bodies of Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, and Zhou Cang at the same time, and the energy dome could only be seen by Jo Fan. “What is this?!” Zhang Fei shouted in a hoarse voice. He looked at his own trembling palms.
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Chapter 87: A Bitter Pill
The sound of the horn blown from the Wei army camp sounded very different that afternoon. The note, which was usually shrill with pride and intimidation, now sounded hoarse, dissonant, and laden with desperation. It was the note of an emergency retreat. A note that had never before graced the military history of Cao Mengde. On his spare horse, Cao Cao turned his body. The Tyrant looked at the courtyard of the Xuzhou east gate, which had become a mass grave for tens of thousands of his elite soldiers. There, five human figures stood in a pool of blood, refusing to fall like pillars of heaven supporting the world. Cao Cao gritted his teeth hard. Fresh blood dripped from his palm, which had been wounded from crushing the goblet earlier. “My lord, the front line has begun to pull back,” Guo Jia, who was riding beside him, reported. The pale scholar didn't dare to look at his master’s face. “They are r
Chapter 88: The Price of Victory
The room inside the Xuzhou governor’s residence was very cold and quiet. The smell of herbal medicines being boiled on a small stove filled the air, trying to cover the lingering scent of death from outside the city walls. On a wooden bed covered with white silk sheets, Jo Fan lay motionless. The young man had been asleep for two full days without ever opening his eyes. An old physician, specially brought from the inner city district, was sitting on the edge of the bed. The physician’s wrinkled fingers were pressed on Jo Fan’s left wrist. A cold sweat poured down the physician’s forehead. His hand was trembling violently. He pulled his hand back, then pressed his fingers to the same pulse point again, as if he couldn’t believe what he had just felt. “How is his condition, Physician?” Liu Bei asked. The Imperial Uncle’s voice was very hoarse and soft. His eyes were red and g
Chapter 89: Jo Fan's Dimension
Meanwhile, in the darkness of his subconscious, Jo Fan was sitting cross-legged. He was in a completely black void. His body felt light, but he felt very tired. Very, very tired. Suddenly, the very familiar neon blue screen lit up brightly in front of him. Its light was a little blinding, making Jo Fan squint. [Wake up, you lazy bum. You have already wasted forty-eight hours of sleep.] “Shut up, you loan-shark machine,” Jo Fan replied in his head, his voice lazy and powerless. “I’m tired, you bastard. My chest hurts. You just robbed me of five years of my life. Let me sleep for another five minutes.” The system screen flickered slowly. A new line of text appeared with a tone that, strangely, was not entirely mocking. [Evaluation Warning: Historical Achievement 'Survived the Tyrant's Wrath in Xuzhou' has been confirmed.][You have successfully
Chapter 90: Liu Bei's Folly
Zhao Yun's sharp question still hung in the air. The atmosphere in the dimly lit room suddenly felt colder than ice. On the bed, Jo Fan held his breath. His ears were still ringing. The young man stared straight at Liu Bei, who stood frozen beside the bed. The Imperial Uncle’s head was bowed, his eyes avoiding the gazes of everyone in the room. “Boss,” Jo Fan called out softly. His voice was hoarse and trembled with a simmering anger. “Please tell me what Zilong just said is just some garbage rumor. You can’t possibly be giving up this city just like that, right?” Liu Bei took a long, heavy breath. The man who had led a bloody defense for days finally lifted his face. His eyes were glistening, filled with an immense guilt, but also radiating the conviction of a very stubborn knightly ethic. “It’s not a rumor, Master Jo,” Liu Bei replied quietly. H