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Brian gazed out from his camp on the quiet ridge, where the clouds hung low in an ominous sky. The air was thick with the scent of rain, and the distant rumble of thunder echoed across the mountains. Baidi Castle stood ahead—its cold, foreboding silhouette barely visible through the heavy mist. This would be the final push. His forces were well-prepared, and every scenario had been carefully laid out in the war council months before, but his mind lingered on more than just the upcoming battle.

Something weighed heavily on Brian's thoughts despite everything going according to plan. Guan Yu and his forces had not yet joined him, even after their defeat at Chang Ban. Guan Yu's pride, Zhang Fei's anger, and the younger generation of warriors like Guan Xing and Zhang Bao—all had bowed before him on the battlefield. Yet, here they remained, unaffiliated. Was he too harsh on them? Or, perhaps, not harsh enough?

He recalled Fa Zheng's words from that day on the road to Tong Gate—the laughter, the strange sense of pride his strategist had in calling him "the devil." Brian had always wrestled with the idea that kindness and mercy could be viewed as a weakness in this brutal era. Fa Zheng, in his blunt yet insightful way, had shattered that notion, pointing out that Brian's so-called "softness" was his greatest strength, the very thing that made him impossible to resist. Bandits, warlords, strategists, and even loyal knights—they all ultimately chose to follow him because he didn't just conquer; he transformed.

But had he failed to transform Guan Yu? Zhang Fei? Were they so bound by honor and pride that even now, after their defeat, they couldn't see the bigger picture? Brian frowned as he considered this. Perhaps he had been too lenient, allowing them the chance to keep their dignity after the battle. Should he have pushed harder, pressed them further until they had no choice but to submit? Would Guan Yu have bent if he had been more ruthless?

Then again, if he had crushed their pride entirely, what kind of loyalty would that have earned him? Empty loyalty built on fear or submission? No. That wasn't what Brian wanted. Fa Zheng had been right—there was a way to win people over that wasn't through brute force or threats of death. It was through showing them a different path, a better one.

The campaigns so far has been a testament to this philosophy. His officers—those who now fought by his side—had been gathered not through intimidation but through trust, respect, and purpose. Every battle had tested not just their strength, but their ability to adapt and rise above the chaos. His army wasn't just a force of power; it was a force of unity.

Zhuge Liang, Jia Xu, and Xu Shu—all brilliant minds who had contributed to the perfect execution of the strategies laid out in the war councils. They had anticipated every possible counter the enemy might use, from the magic of Zuo Ci and Zhang Jiao to the Nanman beasts. The war council had been thorough, each detail meticulously planned, and so far, nothing had gone awry. Even as the weight of battle loomed over them, Brian felt a quiet sense of pride in how his officers had performed. They had exceeded expectations.

But that nagging doubt remained. The question of Guan Yu's pride. Was it the right choice to leave him to reflect on his defeat? Or had Brian missed the moment where a firmer hand was needed?

He sighed, the tension in his chest loosening just slightly as he thought of Fa Zheng again, that sly grin and the words that echoed in his mind. "You dare to fight alongside your former enemies without fear or regret… In the end, they will all lose the battle of wills against you." Was that what would happen with Guan Yu? Would the famed God of War finally see reason and join him, or was there something else needed to sway him?

Brian let the weight of his thoughts settle as the first raindrop hit the ground—a quiet prelude to the storm building in the distance. Baidi Castle wasn't the only thing looming ahead; the true challenge was fighting for loyalty, trust, and something beyond mere conquest. Every decision he had made so far felt like a stone laid in the foundation of an uncertain future, and he could only hope it would weather the storm that was now on the horizon.


Dark, ominous clouds loomed high above the battlefield, casting an eerie pallor over the land. Bright flashes of lightning split the sky, followed by the deafening rumble of thunder that echoed ominously. The wind howled, growing fiercer with every passing moment, as if the heavens themselves disapproved of the coming clash. To the untested soldiers, it felt like an ill omen—a sign the gods did not favor this battle.

But Brian and his strategists stood resolute, unfazed by the storm. Calculations had been made, and no mere rain could alter their plans. If anything, the downpour had dispelled one of Brian's concerns—a fire attack, likely powered by sorcery, was now rendered impossible.

In the distance, the feral roars of beasts pierced through the sound of the storm. Each second, those intimidating cries grew louder, accompanied by the rumble of a hundred feet pounding the earth. The Nanman, alongside Zhang Jiao's fanatical followers, charged forward with their feral companions—a horde of wild creatures.

"An impressive show," Jia Xu quipped, his voice laced with dark humor. "One might almost feel intimidated."

"Don't get too cocky, Jia Xu," Pang Tong retorted calmly, though a faint smile was hidden behind the strange covering that obscured all but his eyes. "We haven't won yet."

"Not yet," Zhuge Liang agreed, his tone measured but confident. "But soon." With a single nod to a flag bearer, Zhuge Liang set their plan into motion. The signal flags waved, and Brian's army braced for the oncoming storm of enemies.

As the approaching forces came into view, several of Brian's officers stepped forward, their expressions fearless. Their presence alone was a reminder that Brian too commanded beasts on this field. Dian Wei, Lu Bu, and Wei Yan, each a titan in their own right, stood ready to dominate the battle.

"Is that all they've got? A few overgrown kittens?" Dian Wei jeered, hefting his massive axe, eager for the fight to begin.

"So many pitiful pawns," Lu Bu bellowed, twirling Sky Piercer with ease. "Tell me, does anyone among you deserve the honor of dying by my blade?"

"Kill... Crush... Destroy!" Wei Yan roared, his guttural voice echoing through the ranks. The sheer force of their confidence surged through Brian's soldiers, steeling their resolve for the coming clash.


South of Brian's base.

Xu Shu, stationed at the southern flank, watched the oncoming Nanman forces and their savage beasts with steely focus. He raised his hand, signaling Brian's troops to spring into action. The traps had been laid, and now, with the beasts drawing closer, it was time to unleash them. Concealed spiked pits, hidden beneath layers of leaves and dirt, claimed their first victims. Tigers, wolves, and other feral creatures fell into the deadly traps, some impaled instantly, others thrashing wildly as they met their end.

For those beasts that emerged unscathed, a volley of arrows awaited them, raining down like death from above. Spearmen, standing in formation, braced for any creature that managed to breach their defenses.

Elephants, lumbering and fierce, moved to the front, but Yu Jin's archers were quick to respond. "Fire at will!" Yu Jin commanded, his voice sharp and unwavering. "Do not give them a moment's respite!"

In the skies, Brian's falcons, Ranger and Calypso, swooped down upon the beast handlers, disrupting their control. Meanwhile, Brian's beasts—Azeil and Kato, his formidable tigers—charged headlong into the fray, accompanied by four wolves, Bruno the massive bear, and Vijay, the mighty elephant. Together, they tore through the enemy beasts, creating chaos and fear among the Nanman forces.

The Juggernauts, massive war machines, rumbled forward. Their mechanical joints groaned with each step, punctuated by bursts of fire from their weapons as they advanced.

"Press forward! Don't give them a moment to breathe!" Yueying shouted, her voice carrying above the din of battle. Under her command, catapults and ballistae launched devastating projectiles, smashing through the Nanman ranks and scattering their forces.

Under the relentless assault of Brian's troops, the Nanman began to falter. Overwhelmed and battered, they turned and retreated toward Baidi Castle.

"After them!" Xu Shu commanded, his voice sharp and resolute. There would be no mercy today. The chase was on.


In front of the Brian's base.

The rumble of the earth grew louder as the storm began to unleash its fury. Dark, swirling clouds loomed overhead, and the wind howled, whipping through Brian's ranks. Flashes of lightning lit up the sky, casting eerie shadows over the battlefield, but Brian moved forward with steady determination. He dismounted from Shadow Runner, his boots sinking into the wet ground as he made his way to the front lines.

The wind howled, tugging at the cloaks of his officers, and many of his men struggled to keep their footing under the relentless gusts. But Brian, undeterred by the storm, walked with an eerie calm, his presence alone cutting through the fear that threatened to grip his soldiers.

He reached the front, where Lu Bu, Xingcai, and Cao Ren stood waiting. Lightning split the sky again, the thunder rolling over them, but the primitive lightning rods his engineers had set up flickered in response, redirecting the deadly bolts away from the troops.

"Zhang Jiao has made this quite the spectacle," Brian remarked as he approached, his voice calm and steady.

"They're nothing but pawns," Lu Bu growled, Sky Piercer resting heavily on his shoulder. His eyes gleamed with the anticipation of battle.

Xingcai stood ready, her spear in hand, her shield raised. "Fanatics, driven by madness. It won't be enough to break us."

Cao Ren adjusted his shield, his gaze steady. "Let them come. They'll meet our defense head-on."

The fanatics charged in with reckless abandon, their fervent chants echoing across the storm-stricken battlefield. Lightning streaked across the sky, but it was deflected harmlessly by the primitive rods Brian's forces had placed. Rain poured down, drenching the battlefield, but Brian's soldiers stood firm, their discipline unshaken in the face of the chaos.

At the front of the defense, Xingcai and Cao Ren led the formation, their soldiers forming an impenetrable shield wall, reminiscent of ancient phalanxes. Shields locked together with a metallic clang, spears thrust forward in perfect unison. The line of defense was solid, a moving fortress that advanced with relentless precision. Their shields clashed together in rhythm with the stomping of their boots, creating a fearsome wall that repelled every attempt by the fanatics to break through.

"Hold the line!" Xingcai shouted, her voice sharp and commanding. She thrust her sword forward with practiced ease, driving it into the chest of a charging fanatic. The man fell, his cries of madness silenced in an instant, and his body was trampled as the formation continued to press forward.

Beside her, Cao Ren's powerful form was a pillar of strength. He barked orders to his men, his shield rising to block another desperate attack, his weapon lunging forward to strike down the enemy. "Do not break formation! We advance as one!" His voice boomed over the battlefield, and his soldiers moved in perfect synchronicity, their shields creating an unbreakable barrier that pushed ever forward, inch by inch, forcing the fanatics back.

Behind the fanatics, amidst the chaos and the crashing of thunder, Brian and Lu Bu were an unstoppable force. They didn't wait for the enemy to come to them—they charged headlong into the fray.

Brian's movements were a blur, a dance of raw power and deadly precision. His dual Dragon Axes cleaved through the enemy with terrifying ease, each swing sending fanatics flying back, limbs severed and lives ended in an instant. His steps were graceful yet brutal, his strikes fast and decisive. One fanatic lunged at him, sword raised, but Brian pivoted effortlessly, sidestepping the attack before slamming his axe into the man's chest, splitting him apart with a single devastating blow.

Lu Bu fought with wild abandon, a whirlwind of destruction. His Sky Piercer spun and slashed, cleaving through fanatics as though they were mere wheat before the scythe. Every swing sent bodies flying through the air, and each strike was accompanied by a thunderous roar. "Come! Is there none among you worthy of a challenge?" Lu Bu bellowed, his voice filled with fury and triumph. His strength was unmatched, and his skill made him a blur of motion, decimating the fanatics who dared approach him.

The two warriors fought like forces of nature, carving through the fanatic horde with terrifying ease. Where their comrades held the line, Brian and Lu Bu ripped through the center of the enemy ranks, creating chaos and confusion. Their movements were fluid, as if choreographed, each step perfectly timed to their next strike. Fanatics screamed in rage and fear as they were cut down by the sheer force of Brian and Lu Bu's combined power.

Behind them, the defense led by Xingcai and Cao Ren advanced, shields still locked, spears thrusting forward in a deadly rhythm. The wall of soldiers moved forward with crushing precision, pushing the fanatics further toward Brian and Lu Bu, trapping them between the two forces. The fanatics, caught between the impenetrable defense and the unstoppable offensive, were crushed, their numbers dwindling rapidly as they were either impaled on spears or torn apart by Brian and Lu Bu's devastating attacks.

Xingcai's sword flashed through the rain, piercing through a fanatic's throat before she quickly pulled it back into formation. "Advance! Do not give them room to breathe!" Her voice rang out clear, filled with determination.

Cao Ren grunted as he blocked another strike, his shield holding firm. "Steady! We have them pinned. Push them toward the slaughter!" His shield slammed forward, sending another fanatic to the ground, where he was trampled beneath the advancing formation.

The fanatics, realizing they were trapped, began to panic. Some tried to flee, only to be caught by the advancing shield wall. Others turned to face Brian and Lu Bu, but there was no escape. The two warriors moved like predators among prey, their every movement deadly and precise. Brian's axes spun through the air, cutting down anyone in his path, while Lu Bu's Sky Piercer carved a bloody swath through the battlefield.

The storm raged on above them, but on the ground, it was Brian's forces that dominated. The fanatic horde, once filled with frenzied energy, was now reduced to a broken, defeated mass, crushed between the unyielding defense and the sheer martial prowess of Brian and Lu Bu.

With one final push, Xingcai and Cao Ren's shield wall broke through the last of the fanatic resistance. Brian and Lu Bu stood victorious amidst a sea of fallen enemies, their weapons dripping with blood, their expressions calm and unshaken.

As Brian surveyed the battlefield, the storm clouds began to dissipate. The fanatics had been broken, their forces shattered against the might of Brian's disciplined army and the overwhelming power of his warriors. But the battle had just begun.

A sudden gust of wind whipped through the field, unnatural and fierce. The dark clouds above began to churn once more as if something sinister stirred in the sky. The air grew colder, and the storm returned with new intensity, bringing with it a barrage of phantom forces. Shadows of soldiers, spectral and indistinct, rose from the ground, howling in a chorus of torment as they charged forward. Hail began to fall, sharp and heavy, battering Brian's soldiers with relentless force.

The battlefield was plunged into chaos as the magic of Zhang Jiao and Zuo Ci took hold. The wind roared like a beast unleashed, driving hail into the ranks and disrupting formation. The phantom warriors, though not truly physical, caused confusion and disarray, as soldiers swung at shadows that vanished just as quickly as they appeared.

Brian called out above the wind, his voice carrying across the ranks. "Shields up! Hold the line!"

Xingcai and Cao Ren quickly directed their forces, calling for the largest shields to be brought forward. The soldiers formed a defensive wall, locking their shields together to create a barrier against both the hail and the wind. The disciplined formations held firm, even as the spectral soldiers moved among them.

"Bring the fire torches!" Cao Ren shouted. Soldiers lit torches, holding them high to ward off the phantoms, their flames flickering wildly in the storm. The firelight cast a protective glow, causing the phantom forces to hesitate before they vanished into the darkness once more.

"We need to find the source of this magic!" Xingcai shouted to Brian, her shield raised against the wind.

Brian nodded, already thinking of a solution. "I'll need the specialist unit—find the talismans that power this spell! Jia Xu, coordinate the search. Take your best scouts and break the spell!"

Jia Xu, quick to act, gathered his specialist unit. These scouts, trained to detect hidden traps and magical objects, swiftly moved through the ranks. Armed with knowledge of magic symbols and patterns, they began their search for the talismans that were powering the magic assault.

The storm intensified as the search party worked, but Brian's forces held firm, their shields locked and their torches burning brightly against the magical assault. The eerie phantom forces continued their harassment, but Brian's defenses stood strong, waiting for the moment they could strike back.


In the north.

Far from the main battlefield, Zhao Yun, Sun Shang Xiang, Wei Yan, and Huang Zhong and an elite group of soldiers moved swiftly down the river on a small, sturdy boat. The wind howled around them, making the water treacherous. They had loaded the boat with extra weight to keep it steady against the gusts, but even with the added mass, the boat rocked violently as the storm raged.

Zhao Yun, standing at the helm, kept his eyes focused ahead. "We need to move quickly. The storm will only grow stronger."

Sun Shangxiang, crouched beside the mast, adjusted her bow, ready to leap into action. "Once we land, we strike fast and destroy those conductors before the magic overwhelms our forces."

Wei Yan, always eager for a fight, gripped his axe with a feral grin. "Crush...them... I... rip... apart... anything... way!"

Huang Zhong, calm and composed, nodded as he readied his bow. "Stay sharp. Our target is the ritual and the conductors. Take them out swiftly, or the magic will persist."

The boat neared the shore, and the group leaped out with precision. The wind roared around them as they moved swiftly through the enemy camp, crushing any fanatics in their path. The fanatics tried to hold their ground, but Zhao Yun and his team were unstoppable.

Zhao Yun's spear flashed like lightning as he cut down the fanatics with graceful precision. Sun Shangxiang's arrows flew with deadly accuracy, striking down enemy after enemy. Wei Yan tore through the ranks with brute force, his double voulge cleaving through armor and bone alike, while Huang Zhong's arrows found their mark with pinpoint accuracy.

Together, they pressed forward, locating the first set of conductors that were channeling the magical energy into the storm. With swift strikes, they smashed the structures, causing a ripple in the magic overhead. The storm faltered for a brief moment, but it wasn't enough.

"We need to find more of them!" Sun Shangxiang called out as she notched another arrow. "This is only the beginning!"

The team pressed on, deeper into the enemy's stronghold, their eyes set on destroying every last conductor and breaking the storm's hold on the battlefield. The fate of Brian's forces rested on their swift and decisive actions.


The rain continued to pour down, soaking the battlefield as Brian's forces advanced on the southern approach. Despite the storm's relentless assault, Brian's beasts—his wolves, tigers, falcons, bear and the mighty Vijay—pressed forward. Their roars filled the air, bolstering the soldiers who marched behind them, led by officers like Dian Wei, Yu Jin, Yueying, and Zhu Huan. The Juggernauts, hulking machines of war, stomped forward, fire occasionally flickering despite the storm's downpour, standing firm against the forces of Baidi Castle.

From the high walls of the castle, Zhang Bao, brother of the notorious Zhang Jiao, surveyed the approaching army. His hands crackled with arcane energy as he began to chant, drawing on the ancient magic passed down to him through his lineage. Yet, the rain diminished the power of his fiery spells—each fireball extinguished before it could find a target. Frustrated, Zhang Bao shifted his focus, summoning the earth beneath Brian's army. Massive stone pillars erupted from the ground, jagged and sharp, forcing Brian's forces into narrower paths as the Nanman warriors prepared to charge.

Seated atop a colossal war elephant, Zhu Rong, daughter of the Nanman, let out a fierce battle cry, her boomerang crackling faintly with embers despite the rain. Meng You, donned in tribal armor, stood beside her, his war hammer raised as he bellowed across the battlefield. "You dare challenge the Nanman? We will crush you beneath our feet!"

As Zhu Rong's war elephant charged forward, the Nanman beasts and warriors followed. The earth trembled beneath their feet, and their battle cries were deafening, even in the pounding rain. But Brian's forces were undeterred.

"Juggernauts, move into position!" Yueying commanded, and her mechanical beasts advanced, spewing bursts of fire that flickered and hissed in the wet air. The behemoth war machines formed a line, preparing to meet the charge of Zhu Rong's elephant. Just as the elephant prepared to break through, Vijay surged forward with a mighty roar, slamming into Zhu Rong's mount.

Zhu Rong held tight as her beast faltered, but she saw a blur of motion—Azeil, one of Brian's tigers, leaped from Vijay's back, aiming straight for her. With an agile twist, she dodged the tiger's strike but lost her balance and tumbled to the muddy ground below.

"Fire at will!" Yu Jin's voice cut through the chaos, and archers unleashed a torrent of arrows toward the remaining Nanman warriors. The beasts and soldiers were caught in a storm of steel, their advance slowed as they faltered against Brian's forces' relentless barrage.

High on the castle walls, Zhang Bao, witnessing Zhu Rong in danger, chanted hurriedly to raise another stone pillar beneath her. But before he could complete the incantation, a sharp, whistling sound sliced through the air—Thwack! An arrow from Xiahou Yuan's bow struck Zhang Bao in the arm, breaking his concentration.

Zhang Bao howled in pain, his spell disrupted. He clutched his arm, trying to maintain his focus, but Xiahou Yuan had already nocked another arrow. Thwack! This one hit even closer to the shoulder, causing Zhang Bao to stumble back, weakened.

Seeing Zhang Bao's vulnerability, Ranger, one of Brian's falcons, dove from the sky, aiming directly for the sorcerer. "Insolent bird!" Zhang Bao growled, swatting at Ranger, but the distraction was enough. His concentration broke entirely, and the stone pillars stopped rising.

"Now!" Xu Shu, watching the battle from below, gave the order. His eyes scanned the battlefield with calculating precision. "Archers, fire! And send in the juggernauts! Break their lines!"

Under the barrage of arrows and the advancing juggernauts, the Nanman forces began to break. Dian Wei, battling fiercely against Meng You, unleashed a flurry of powerful strikes with his axe, overpowering Meng You's defenses. "Is that all you've got?!" Dian Wei taunted as his final blow knocked Meng You to the ground, forcing him to retreat.

Zhu Rong, still unseated from her elephant, found herself surrounded by Brian's forces. But before they could close in, Zhang Bao managed to summon a final stone pillar beneath her, lifting her out of reach. "We retreat for now!" Meng You shouted, his voice strained from battle. The Nanman warriors, seeing their leaders fall back, began to flee toward the safety of Baidi Castle.

Zhu Rong mounted her war elephant again, casting a final, smoldering glare at the battlefield. "This isn't over!" she vowed, retreating behind the castle walls.

Zhang Bao, bloodied and wounded, glared down from his position, his voice seething with frustration. "We'll regroup within the castle. This was only the beginning."

Xu Shu watched their retreat with a sense of calm satisfaction. He raised his hand once more. "Hold position. Let them retreat. We've secured the southern front. Prepare for the next phase."

The rain showed no signs of stopping, but Brian's forces had pushed forward, claiming victory in the first stage of the battle. The southern approach was theirs, and Baidi Castle's defenses had been weakened.


The wind had lessened, and with the disappearance of the phantom forces, Brian's army surged forward. Sheets of ice pelted down from the sky, the chunks of hail battering the soldiers and officers alike. Yet, Brian, at the forefront, moved forward as though untouched by the storm, his body brushing off the chunks of ice that struck him. His presence alone was a beacon of unshakable resolve, encouraging his troops to advance despite the merciless weather.

Behind him, a specialist task unit moved with precision. They placed iron poles strategically into the ground, their bases secure in the mud and stone. These primitive lightning rods would help nullify the lightning magic that had previously threatened their forces, turning the storm's wrath into a mere background noise of war.

Brian raised his hand, signaling for the next phase of their advance. "Hold strong! We take the outer plaza and press the attack!"

As his forces moved deeper into the storm-swept battlefield, the enemy made their move. From the high walls and the shadows of Baidi Castle's towering gate, a dark figure emerged. Gan Ji, the sorcerer of death, his face veiled in shadow, raised his hands to the sky. The very air seemed to grow heavier as he chanted. Beside him were Zhang Liang and He Yi, their eyes glowing with a fanatic fury. They moved to protect the outer plaza and prevent Brian's forces from breaching the castle's gate.

"Brothers, we fight not for mere land or spoils, but for the heavens themselves!" Zhang Liang's voice echoed across the battlefield. His staff was raised high, a symbol of his power and fanatic devotion. He Yi, standing alongside, slammed his fists together, a thundering sound of his raw strength.

"Let them taste the fury of the heavens!" Gan Ji roared, his voice otherworldly, filled with the weight of dark magic.

Suddenly, the air shimmered with dark energy as Gan Ji summoned a wave of necrotic magic. Dark tendrils of mist slithered across the ground, grasping at the feet of Brian's soldiers. Several men screamed as the cold, deathly power sapped their strength. But Brian's iron will was unshaken. With a single motion, he cut through the mist, cleaving the foul magic apart with his blade.

"I've had enough of this sorcery!" Brian's voice cut through the storm like a thunderclap. "Move forward! Smash through them!"

Cao Ren and Xingcai, already forming the ultimate defensive line, raised their shields high, locking them together in an impenetrable wall of iron. Their spears thrust forward between the shields, creating a brutal, disciplined formation that pressed ever closer to the enemy.

"Hail or sorcery, it doesn't matter," Cao Ren shouted over the clashing sounds of battle. "Our defense will hold!"

Brian, seeing the opportunity to press the attack, glanced toward Lu Bu, who stood ready for the command. With a slight nod from Brian, Lu Bu's eyes flashed with bloodlust. His Sky Piercer spun in his hands as he launched forward, charging straight into the heart of the enemy line. The fanatics and sorcerers tried to rally, but Lu Bu's sheer might was too overwhelming.

"Zhang Liang! He Yi! Show me if you are worth my blade!" Lu Bu roared as he spun his weapon in a deadly dance of martial prowess. His strikes sent bodies flying, and his raw strength alone was enough to crush those who dared to stand in his path.

Brian followed closely behind, cleaving through any remaining fanatics with methodical precision. His strikes were not as wild as Lu Bu's but were just as devastating. Every blow shattered the morale of the enemy, their formation collapsing under the pressure of the relentless assault.

Zhang Liang stepped forward, attempting to hold the line with a staff glowing with divine power. He swung it in wide arcs, calling forth bolts of energy that crackled in the air. But before his attack could even reach, Lu Bu leaped forward, his Sky Piercer slicing through the energy like it was nothing. In a single, brutal motion, Lu Bu disarmed Zhang Liang and sent him sprawling into the mud.

He Yi, seeing his comrade fall, rushed forward with a battle cry, his fists raised. He collided with Brian, the two exchanging a series of blows. He Yi's strength was incredible, each punch shaking the ground, but Brian met his assault head-on. Blocking and dodging with precise timing, Brian delivered a powerful counterstrike, his blade cutting across He Yi's arm.

"You're strong, but not strong enough!" Brian growled, his next strike forcing He Yi to stumble back, blood seeping from the wound.

In the chaos, Gan Ji raised his arms once more, attempting a desperate spell to turn the tide. He called upon a bolt of dark lightning, aiming it directly at Brian and his forces. But just as the spell left his fingers, one of the iron poles behind Brian sparked, catching the deadly energy and grounding it into the earth. The lightning fizzled out harmlessly, and Gan Ji's eyes widened in shock.

"No! Impossible!"

The momentum had shifted entirely. With the lightning magic neutralized and the enemy's strongest fighters faltering, Brian's forces pushed harder. The defensive line led by Cao Ren and Xingcai moved steadily forward, driving the remaining fanatics back. The hailstorm still raged, but it no longer mattered—Brian's army was unstoppable.

Seeing no other option, Zhang Liang, He Yi, and Gan Ji exchanged desperate glances before signaling a retreat. The defenders of Baidi Castle fled toward the safety of the inner walls, their forces broken, and their magic defeated.

Brian, wiping a stray chunk of ice from his shoulder, raised one of his axes high as his army surged forward. "Press on! We've broken their defenses. Baidi Castle will be ours!"


As the northern task unit pressed forward, led by Zhao Yun, Sun Shangxiang, Wei Yan, and Huang Zhong, they encountered the eerie silence that permeated the outer edges of Baidi Castle's northern flank. The winds had lessened, but the threat of magical retaliation lingered in the air. With each swift strike, they dismantled more of the ritual sites and crushed the remaining conductors. Fire torches flickered as they destroyed each of the arcane structures, and the mages attempting to maintain the barriers fell one by one.

Zuo Ci and Zhang Jiao, from deep within the castle walls, could feel the weakening pulse of their power. The disruption in the flow of energy was palpable; their control over the elements and the battlefield was slipping. The sorcerers exchanged a glance, knowing their grip was loosening with each conductor that fell to Brian's forces. Yet, they were not ready to yield.

As the northern unit regrouped and began their swift march toward the middle, where Brian's main force was converging, they could see the forces from the south—Xu Shu's troops and the mighty beasts—already clashing with what remained of Zhang Bao's shattered defenses. The southern and northern units met in perfect unison, creating a united front as they reached the vast plaza before Baidi Castle's towering gates.

Brian stood tall at the center of his army, his presence commanding, even as the last remnants of the storm raged around them. His officers gathered by his side, battle-hardened but eager for the final push.

But Zuo Ci and Zhang Jiao, though wounded, were far from finished. From within the darkened chambers of Baidi Castle, they chanted in unison, drawing on what little power remained to them. A sickening green mist swirled around the courtyard, growing thicker by the second.

The tension in the air grew thicker as Brian's forces advanced through the misty courtyard, reaching the foot of Baidi Castle. A sickening green glow began to rise, seeping out from the castle gates and pooling across the ground like a sinister fog. Zuo Ci and Zhang Jiao's magic clung to the air like a suffocating force, chilling the battlefield as their incantations reverberated through the air.

Out of that eerie mist emerged the doppelgangers—twisted, eerie reflections of Brian's finest officers. The replicas appeared as perfect as shadows at first glance, their armor and weapons gleaming with a malevolent sheen, but there was something off in the eyes—hollow, glowing with an unnatural light that sent chills down the spines of even the bravest among Brian's men.

Cao Ren clenched his fists, his eyes narrowing as he saw a mirror image of himself step forward, its movements slow and deliberate. "What sort of sorcery is this?" he muttered, the discomfort evident in his voice.

Zhao Yun, normally calm and composed, had a flicker of hesitation in his eyes as he watched his doppelganger emerge from the mist, holding a spear identical to his trusted Dragon Spear. "It feels wrong," he whispered, his voice tight. "They move like us...but there's something twisted about them."

The soldiers in Brian's army shifted nervously, their disciplined ranks faltering for a brief moment as they looked upon these spectral imposters, each one a reflection of their commanders, their leaders. The air around the battlefield became oppressive, the weight of the sorcery pressing down on every man who stood before Baidi Castle. Whispers of unease spread through the ranks, and even the most battle-hardened veterans felt the unnatural energy gnawing at their resolve.

"This…is no ordinary enemy," Xu Shu muttered, his brows furrowing in concentration. He glanced at Zhuge Liang, whose expression remained impassive but focused. They had anticipated magic, but this—this was something deeper, darker.

Lu Bu, ever defiant, stared at his reflection, a fierce snarl crossing his face. But even he, with his unmatched confidence, felt a strange weight settling over him. It was one thing to face a thousand men, but to face a twisted version of oneself—an unnatural echo of his power—was an entirely different kind of battle.

As the soldiers murmured and shifted uncomfortably, Brian stood motionless in the center of his army. His eyes scanned the battlefield, assessing the situation with calm precision, though his officers could sense the weight of the challenge ahead. The doppelgangers weren't just imitations; they were something more. Something dangerous. They moved with the same lethal grace as the real warriors, their power palpable, their presence suffocating.

For a moment, even his officers—those he trusted with his life—seemed uncertain, their usual confidence flickering as they faced these distorted versions of themselves. The eerie silence from the doppelgangers, combined with the unnatural glow in their eyes, made them all the more unnerving.

Brian, however, saw past the discomfort, past the fear that gnawed at his men. His heart steadied, and the flicker of a smile touched his lips. Zuo Ci had issued a challenge, and Brian was ready to answer it. This was the true test of the sorcerer's power—a battle not just of strength, but of identity, of will.

Without hesitation, Brian stepped forward, breaking the tension as the energy within him began to shift. He reached behind him, his hands gripping the hilt of his Soul Crusher. The familiar weight of the weapon sent a surge of power through him, a fire igniting in his veins as he switched from his Dragon Blades. This was a battle that demanded more than just speed and technique—it demanded raw power.

As the Soul Crusher left its sheath, a faint hum resonated in the air, the weapon almost responding to the arcane forces swirling around them. Brian's eyes, calm yet focused, surveyed the doppelgangers, and with each passing second, his resolve only grew stronger.

"This is what you offer me, Zuo Ci?" Brian's voice cut through the heavy air, resonating across the battlefield. His soldiers, still uneasy, began to straighten their posture, their confidence slowly returning as they heard their lord's voice.

"Imitations," he continued, his gaze never leaving the doppelgangers. "False echoes of true warriors. But these shadows will break, just as everything else has before us."

A new energy seemed to pulse through Brian as he stepped forward, his grip tightening on the Soul Crusher, and a spark of energy crackled around him. He was ready. He welcomed the challenge, the chance to prove not only to his army but to himself that no magic, no sorcery, no twisted reflection could stand against the strength of his will.


The eerie green mist thickened, and the twisted reflections of Brian's officers stood before him—doppelgangers of Lu Bu, Zhao Yun, Sun Shangxiang, Xingcai, Zhuge Liang, Yueying, Cao Ren, Dian Wei, Xu Shu, Xu Zhu, Jia Xu, Wei Yan, Huang Zhong, and Xiahou Yuan. Each one bore the exact likeness of the original, down to the smallest detail. Their eyes glowed with an unnatural light, and their movements were hauntingly familiar yet disturbingly hollow.

Brian's officers watched in a mix of awe and unease as their replicas turned their gazes toward their lord. The soldiers murmured among themselves, the tension palpable. The air was thick with a sense of foreboding.

Cao Ren tightened his grip on his sword. "What kind of sorcery is this?" he muttered, unsettled by the sight of his own face staring back at him with such emptiness.

Zhao Yun's eyes narrowed. "They move like us, but there's no life in them," he said softly. "Still, they could confuse our troops."

Lu Bu scowled deeply at his own doppelganger. The idea of someone mimicking him was infuriating. Yet, seeing Brian step forward to face these replicas stirred something else within him—a flicker of doubt.

"Is he really going to take them all on himself?" Xingcai whispered, concern evident in her voice.

As Brian stepped forward, the energy around him shifted. He drew the Soul Crusher, its weight and power resonating with his own. Without a word, the doppelgangers surged toward him, moving in a coordinated assault.

Huang Zhong and Xiahou Yuan's doppelgangers leaped onto the battlements, unleashing a relentless hail of arrows aimed directly at Brian. The officers watched in disbelief as Brian weaved through the deadly rain with uncanny agility, his movements fluid and precise.

"He's dodging every shot," Sun Shangxiang exclaimed, her eyes wide. "Even I would struggle against such an onslaught."

Brian's focus was unbreakable. Have I held back until now? he pondered silently as he deflected an arrow with the flat of his blade. These fakes lack the spirit and will of my true companions.

Zhao Yun's doppelganger struck next, lunging forward with a spear thrust that was a mirror image of Zhao Yun's technique. Brian sidestepped gracefully, catching the spear shaft with one hand and snapping it effortlessly before delivering a swift kick that sent the doppelganger sprawling.

"Unbelievable..." Zhao Yun murmured. "He countered my technique as if it were nothing."

Dian Wei and Xu Zhu's doppelgangers charged in unison, their massive weapons cleaving through the air toward Brian. A cloud of dust erupted as their strikes hit the ground where Brian had stood a moment before. The officers squinted, trying to see through the haze.

As the dust settled, they saw Brian standing firm, his twin axes raised high, effortlessly holding back the colossal weapons of the two giants.

"He switched weapons?" Xu Shu observed, astonished. "When did he...?"

Brian smirked, pushing back against the immense strength of the doppelgangers. With a surge of power, he forced their weapons aside and spun around, delivering powerful blows that struck them down.

Xu Zhu's eyes widened. "Whoa! He's takin' 'em down... all by himself!"

Dian Wei clenched his fists. "Has he always been this strong? Was he holding back against us before?"

Wei Yan growled lowly, a mixture of admiration and frustration. "Strong... too strong..."

Sun Shangxiang and Xingcai's doppelgangers moved swiftly, attacking from both sides. Chakrams whirled toward Brian, while a sword aimed for his back. Brian anticipated their moves, catching the chakrams mid-air and deflecting the sword strike with his axe without turning around.

"That's impossible," Sun Shangxiang gasped. "He caught them without even looking!"

"He's reading their movements perfectly," Xingcai added, a hint of disbelief in her voice.

Brian hurled the chakrams back at the doppelganger, forcing it to dodge its own weapons. With a swift motion, he disarmed Xingcai's replica and struck her down with the hilt of his axe.

Lu Bu watched intently as his counterpart engaged Brian. The two powerhouses clashed, the sound of their battle echoing like thunder across the field. Each strike shook the ground, and sparks flew as their weapons met.

"He's matching Lu Bu's strength," Jia Xu whispered. "Is that even possible?"

Lu Bu's eyes narrowed. A mix of anger and something akin to betrayal flickered across his face. "He dares to face me... even if it's a fake? And he's winning?"

Brian locked weapons with the doppelganger, their faces inches apart. You're not the real Lu Bu, he thought. You lack his passion, his drive.

With a powerful shove, he broke the deadlock and spun around, delivering a devastating blow to the doppelganger's side. The replica staggered, and Brian seized the moment, unleashing a flurry of attacks that left the doppelganger reeling.

The officers could hardly believe their eyes. Lu Bu's doppelganger—an embodiment of the mightiest warrior among them—was being systematically dismantled.

"Is this truly our lord's power?" Cao Ren wondered aloud. "Has he concealed this strength all along?"

"How can he fight so fiercely against images of us?" Yueying questioned, concern evident in her tone.

Brian met the gaze of Lu Bu's doppelganger one last time. The two circled each other, a final clash looming between them. With a sudden burst of speed, Brian lunged forward, dodging a swipe from the replica's Sky Piercer. He seized the opportunity, gripping the doppelganger by the head, lifting it effortlessly off the ground.

The battlefield fell silent as Brian slammed the doppelganger into the earth with earth-shattering force. The ground trembled beneath the impact, the replica's body cracking and disintegrating into green mist upon the impact.

Brian stood tall, his chest heaving, his voice thundering through the chaos. "Zuo Ci, is this all you've got? Do you think these fakes can ever match my officers? Do you think they have the strength, the passion, the will to ever shake my soul?!" His roar echoed across the battlefield, filling his soldiers with renewed vigor. "Do not insult my officers with these weak counterparts!"

The officers exchanged glances, the weight of their doubts finally lifting. Brian's words rang true—the doppelgangers, no matter how well-crafted, were mere shadows of their real selves. They could never compare to the real warriors who stood beside him.

Lu Bu, watching the destruction of his doppelganger, let out a grudging grunt of approval. "Heh. It takes more than a hollow copy to face the real me."

Zhao Yun smiled as the last of the doppelgangers dissolved into nothingness. "Our lord is right. We are more than these imitations."

Cao Ren and Yueying nodded in agreement, their spirits bolstered as Brian's army gathered, ready for the final push.

With his challenge cast aside, Brian turned back to his army, raising his sword high. "Now, let's finish this. Baidi Castle will fall today!"

The soldiers erupted in cheers, their morale restored and their resolve stronger than ever. Together, led by their indomitable lord, they surged forward once again, ready to conquer Baidi Castle and end the battle for good.


The storm had passed, but the tension in the air was thick as ever. Deep within the heart of Baidi Castle, the sorcerers made their final desperate move. Zhang Jiao, his brothers, Gan Ji, Zuo Ci, and their followers gathered in a final ritual. Sweat dripped from their brows, and their hands trembled as they chanted incantations, drawing on the last vestiges of their mystical power.

"This...this is beyond our limits!" Zhang Bao gasped, his knees buckling as he struggled to stay upright.

Gan Ji clutched his staff for support, barely able to stand. "We must...give it our all. He cannot be allowed to win."

Zuo Ci, though appearing more composed, felt the strain on his body as he weaved the arcane energies. "We must create the perfect adversary...the one who can match him."

With a final, unified chant, the sorcerers poured their combined strength into one last spell. Before Brian and his officers stood a figure that caused even the most battle-hardened to pause—a perfect copy of Brian, down to the smallest detail. The doppelganger stood tall, emanating the same aura of dominance and unyielding power as the real Brian.

The sorcerers collapsed, some passing out from exhaustion, while others fell to their knees, gasping for breath.

"It is done," Zhang Jiao whispered, his voice trembling. "Let us see if he can defeat himself."

As the doppelganger of Brian formed from the swirling mist, a strange, oppressive silence fell over the battlefield. The winds that had been howling moments before seemed to die down, and the rain, once relentless, slowed to a mere drizzle. The soldiers stared in disbelief at the exact copy of their lord. It stood tall, brandishing twin axes with a familiar stance. For a moment, it was as though the real Brian had been duplicated in both body and spirit.

Brian's officers exchanged heated glances. Sun Shangxiang's knuckles whitened as she tightened her grip on her chakrams. "That... thing dares to mock him," she hissed, her voice laced with fury.

Xingcai raised her sword and shield, her eyes blazing. "It cannot stand. We'll crush it!"

Even Yueying, normally composed, allowed a flash of anger to cross her face. "To copy him... it's unforgivable."

Brian stepped forward, his eyes narrowing at the doppelganger. "Looks like I've got some competition," he remarked with a calm, almost playful tone. But his officers weren't having it.

Before he could make his move, Lu Bu stepped in front of him, planting his halberd firmly into the ground. "You had your fun with my imitation," he growled, his voice full of rage. "Now it's my turn!"

Zhao Yun moved beside him, his spear poised, his usual calm demeanor betrayed by the storm of anger in his eyes. "This fight is ours, my lord," Zhao Yun said firmly. "We won't allow this insult to stand!"

The others quickly joined, their expressions filled with determination and fury. "Stand aside," Xingcai demanded. "We'll tear it apart!"

Brian paused, observing the fierce resolve in his officers. He stepped back with a slight grin, allowing them the space they needed. "Very well," he said, his voice low. "Show it what happens when you challenge the real might of my officers."

With Brian watching, the doppelganger charged at the group with brutal precision, its strikes mirroring Brian's. It was fast—blindingly fast—and even with the combined might of Brian's elite, the fake held its ground for a while, parrying and countering each assault with mechanical skill. The anger in the real Brian's officers, however, fueled their attacks.

Sun Shangxiang was the first to strike, her chakrams spinning in deadly arcs. The doppelganger blocked her assault, but Xingcai was there immediately, her shield slamming into its side, forcing it to step back. Zhao Yun followed, his spear a blur of motion, while Yueying aimed a devastating thrust with her spear.

The imposter fought back fiercely, holding its ground longer than any other doppelganger, its defenses impenetrable. But the combined might and fury of Brian's true officers wore it down. It faltered, a moment of hesitation betraying it as the real Brian's spirit could not be replicated.

Lu Bu, with a roar of fury, charged in, slashing with his halberd. The doppelganger met the blow, but the force behind it was too much, and its blades cracked under the pressure. The others followed, striking relentlessly, their teamwork and power overwhelming the fake. The doppelganger stumbled, weakening, its form flickering as its strength gave way under the combined assault.

Finally, with a coordinated effort, the officers struck one last time. The doppelganger collapsed to its knees, its form unraveling and dissipating into mist.

Brian stepped forward, his eyes on the fading figure. "Cheap imitation," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.


Meanwhile, as the chaos unfolded, the northern front was breaking. The Nanman warriors were making their final push, with Zhu Rong atop her war elephant and Meng You leading the charge. But the resistance was faltering.

Zhu Rong's war elephant roared, trampling everything in its path. But then, just like before, Brian's beasts moved in. Azeil, Brian's fierce tiger, leaped onto the elephant's back. Without hesitation, Yu Jin followed Azeil's path, running along the elephant's back, spear in hand. With a powerful leap, he lunged at Zhu Rong, forcing her to dismount in a hurry. She somersaulted to the ground just in time to dodge his strike.

As Zhu Rong rose to her feet, she found herself face to face with Brian. His presence was overwhelming, even as the rain continued to fall around them.

"The daughter of fire," Brian said, his voice calm but intense. "But my fire burns brighter."

The two clashed, sparks flying with each strike. Zhu Rong's boomerang danced through the air, but Brian's strength was unmatched. His blows were heavier, faster, and more devastating. Zhu Rong fought with all her might, but each time she launched an attack, Brian deflected it with ease.

Just as Zhu Rong began to falter, Meng Huo charged onto the battlefield. "Stay away from her!" he bellowed, rushing toward Brian with the force of a charging bull. The King of the Nanman was a towering figure, his raw strength undeniable. He swung his gauntlets, trying to crush Brian with a single slam.

Brian blocked the attack, feeling the weight of Meng Huo's strength behind it. This wasn't just another foe; this was the King of the Nanman. Brian met his challenge head-on, his axes clashing with Meng Huo's gauntlets in a fierce exchange of power and skill.

The battle raged on, with Meng Huo refusing to back down, but Brian's experience and relentless skill began to wear him down. In a final display of dominance, Brian disarmed the Nanman king, knocking him to the ground.

As Meng Huo lay defeated, Brian stood tall over both the King and Queen of the Nanman, victorious. With both leaders captured, their final resistance crumbled.


The aftermath of the battle weighed heavily on the air, like the remnants of a storm refusing to dissipate. The battlefield was littered with debris—broken weapons, fallen soldiers, and remnants of the fierce struggle that had just unfolded. Brian's forces had secured victory, but it had come at a cost. The ground was soaked not just from the relentless rain, but from the blood of warriors who had fought to their limits.

Brian, though victorious and seemingly unscathed in the eyes of his men, made his way to the medical tents. His commanders had insisted that he be checked for injuries, even though the fierce warrior had barely slowed down during the battle. As he entered the tent, the distinct scent of herbs and healing ointments filled the air, mixing with the faint smell of rain that still lingered outside.

The tent was bustling with activity. Medics rushed between injured soldiers, their hands moving quickly to clean wounds, set broken bones, and soothe the pain of the injured. Soldiers groaned, some in pain and others in exhaustion. Brian took in the scene with a quiet sense of responsibility. These were the men who had followed him into the fray, and it was his duty to ensure they were cared for now that the battle was over.

One of the head medics, a seasoned woman with sharp eyes and a gentle touch, approached him. "My lord, I need to check your wounds. Even the smallest injury can be dangerous if left untreated."

Brian nodded, unbuckling his armor and pulling back the layers of protection to reveal a few cuts and bruises. Nothing major, just the kind of wounds that come with any great battle, but still enough for the medics to insist on treating.

As the medic began cleaning the cuts on his arms, Brian's eyes wandered over the injured soldiers. Many had suffered far worse than him. His heart ached seeing so many of his men lying in cots, some bandaged heavily, others unconscious from their injuries. They had fought valiantly, and while the battle had been won, the price was evident.

"You've only a few minor cuts, my lord," the medic said as she worked, her hands moving with practiced care. "Nothing that won't heal in a few days. You were lucky."

Brian chuckled softly. "Luck had little to do with it, I think. It was all of them," he said, nodding toward the rows of soldiers.

The medic smiled briefly before resuming her work. "Still, a body can only take so much. Even you, my lord."

As she wrapped a bandage around a cut on his shoulder, Brian's mind drifted back to the battle—the chaos, the doppelgangers, the sheer ferocity of the fight. He thought of his officers and how they had fought with unmatched strength and fury. He remembered their looks of determination, their unwavering loyalty, and how they had taken on his doppelganger with such righteous anger.

And yet, as the adrenaline of battle faded, he felt a strange sense of stillness. The noise of the battlefield was replaced by the quiet hum of the tent, the steady breathing of the wounded, and the soft murmurs of medics tending to their patients. It was a stark contrast to the chaos from only hours ago, and Brian found it both calming and sobering.

One of his officers, Jia Xu, quietly entered the tent. He looked around, taking in the state of the wounded before his eyes settled on Brian. "The battle was heavy, but we've done it. Baidi Castle is ours. The men are already working to clean up the battlefield and secure the area."

Brian gave a small nod. "Good. How are the others?"

"Most of the officers are being treated as well, but nothing too serious. A few bruises, and some cuts here and there, but everyone will recover. The Nanman leaders have been captured, and the sorcerers… well, they won't be troubling us anymore."

Brian's gaze remained on the wounded as he responded. "We'll need to take extra care of the men. They gave everything today."

Jia Xu nodded, his eyes softening. "The soldiers know you value them, my lord. They fight not just for victory, but for you. That makes a difference."

The weight of those words lingered in the air. Brian, still being tended to, looked down at his hands—hands that had led armies, fought battles, and, in moments like this, held the lives of countless people in his grasp.

"I know," he said quietly. "But that doesn't make it any easier to see them like this."

The medic finished wrapping his last bandage and stepped back, satisfied with her work. "You're all set, my lord," she said gently. "Just take it easy for a while."

Brian offered her a grateful smile, standing up and fastening his armor once more. He glanced around the tent one last time, taking in the faces of his soldiers, the wounded and weary, but all alive because of their combined effort.

With a steady breath, Brian stepped out of the tent, the storm having finally passed, leaving behind the quiet aftermath of a battle hard-fought. And though there was still much to clean up, many wounds to heal, Brian knew that, for now, his people had earned a moment's peace.

As Brian and Jia Xu walked side by side, the quiet aftermath of the battle stretched around them, the sound of the rain now a distant memory. The castle was theirs, the victory undeniable, yet the weight of it all still hung heavy. Brian's gaze was distant, taking in the scene before him—the soldiers tending to each other, the medics working tirelessly, the calm after the storm.

Jia Xu, ever perceptive, had been watching Brian closely. There was something on his mind, something he had wanted to say for a while but had been unsure of the right moment. This victory, the way Brian had led his forces through not just a battle but through the very fabric of magic and chaos, had solidified a realization Jia Xu had been slowly coming to terms with.

"My lord," Jia Xu began, his tone as calm and measured as always, but there was a deeper intent behind his words now. "You've done more than win a battle today."

Brian glanced at him, eyebrow raised slightly, though he said nothing, encouraging Jia Xu to continue.

"You know, when I first came to serve under you, I—" Jia Xu hesitated, choosing his words carefully, "—I thought you were... well, naive, to put it bluntly. Your methods, your ideals, they seemed far too soft for the world we live in. I've seen rulers come and go, and I've never seen one lead like you."

Brian smirked faintly. "And now?"

Jia Xu smiled, though there was a depth to it that hadn't been there before. "Now I understand that your so-called 'naivety' was never that at all. It's an act, a façade to throw others off. You don't rule with an iron fist but with something far more elusive—trust. People follow you because they believe in you because you make them believe in something better, even when everything around them is falling apart."

Brian chuckled softly. "It's a dangerous act if that's what you think it is. I've seen enough of this world to know it's not always about brute force. Sometimes, the hardest battles aren't fought with weapons or fear."

Jia Xu nodded, his expression more serious now. "That's what I've come to understand. You're not like the other rulers I've served. I thought I could predict your moves, but you've surprised me at every turn. And it's made me realize... I'm just a normal man compared to you. I've seen the darkest sides of people, the schemes, the betrayals, and I've learned to navigate them. But you... you see through all of that. You don't just deal with it, you change it."

Brian glanced at him again, this time with genuine curiosity. "And is that a good thing, Jia Xu?"

"Very much so," Jia Xu smiled more fully now. "It's why I follow you. It's why we all follow you. You see beyond the surface, beyond the schemes and power plays. You see what others could become, and you bring it out of them. It's a talent not many have."

For a moment, there was a silence between them, comfortable and calm, as the two men walked together through the aftermath of the battle. Brian had received another maxed bond message in his HUD, although he didn't have to guess this was indeed a maxed bond situation.

Jia Xu, the seasoned strategist who had lived through countless wars and intrigues, had seen many kinds of rulers. But Brian was something different, something rare. And Jia Xu, in his wisdom, had come to appreciate that.

"You're a normal man, Jia Xu," Brian said after a pause, "but that's exactly what makes you invaluable. You see things I can't always see. You help me understand this world in ways I never could on my own. That's why I rely on you. You're not here to be like me. You're here because you're you."

Jia Xu smiled at that, a genuine warmth in his expression. "Perhaps we complement each other more than I realized, my lord."

Brian glanced up at the darkening sky, the storm now nothing but a distant memory. "Perhaps."

As they continued walking, Jia Xu felt a strange sense of ease—a deepened respect for the man he had come to serve, not just as a strategist, but as a trusted advisor, someone who understood the balance of power, trust, and humanity in a way few others did. Brian wasn't just a ruler or a conqueror—he was something more.

And Jia Xu, for all his years of experience, realized that following Brian was the wisest decision he had ever made.


Brian sat on the damp earth, surrounded by his defeated opponents. The sorcerers, once wielders of fearsome powers on the battlefield, now sat or stood quietly, some watching Brian with suspicion, others with curiosity. Zhang Jiao and his brothers, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang, still bore the marks of their fanatical faith in the heavens. Nearby, Gan Ji, his body still weakened from the intense magic he had cast, stared intently at Brian, as if trying to understand the man who had bested them.

Zuo Ci, though still seated and visibly exhausted, cast his gaze toward Brian, their previous shared dream lingering in the sorcerer's thoughts. He sensed something in Brian—an energy that did not belong to this world. His mind drifted back to that faint whisper of otherworldliness.

"You fought well," Brian began, his voice steady but alive with intensity. "Each of you displayed incredible power, and I know the strength of the heavens flows through your veins."

Gan Ji shifted, his eyes narrowing. "What will you do with our magic?" he asked, his voice hoarse but laced with defiance. "You plan to use it for war, to crush those who stand in your way?"

Brian looked over at Gan Ji, his expression calm, but there was a flicker of something fierce in his eyes. "Magic isn't just a tool for war," Brian said, his tone thoughtful. "What if it could be used to shape the future? To build, to protect, to sustain?"

Zhang Bao scoffed, crossing his arms. "You would take the power of the heavens and use it for something as mundane as farming? The heavens are not meant to be taken lightly, Brian!"

Brian leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with both curiosity and ambition. "I'm not taking it lightly," he replied, his voice growing more impassioned. "I'm trying to understand it. I believe magic has a place beyond destruction. If you only use it for war, what use is it in a time of peace?"

Zhang Liang, a man steeped in devotion to the heavens, frowned. "The heavens give power for a reason—"

"And that reason can't only be war," Brian interrupted, his voice suddenly sharper, more energized. "What if we could summon fresh water to feed the people during droughts? What if we could summon fire, not to burn our enemies, but to safely experiment with new tools? What if the ground-based magic you wield could help us shape the land, build infrastructure, and improve agriculture?"

His officers stood back, listening with keen interest, their lord's passion contagious.

Zhang Jiao's eyes narrowed, the weight of his faith still heavy. "You speak as if the heavens are yours to bend to your will, Brian. You may think you can harness this power, but you risk more than you realize."

Brian didn't falter. "I'm not bending the heavens. I'm learning from them, respecting their power by understanding it. Only when you try to understand something can you truly admire its beauty."

His words left the sorcerers silent for a moment. They had been raised to revere the heavens, to see their power as something sacred, untouchable except for times of war or divine will. But here was Brian, speaking not of control, but of harmony between humanity and the heavens.

Zuo Ci, his mind still probing Brian's otherworldly energy, spoke quietly, almost to himself. "You seek to understand the heavens, not to conquer them."

Brian nodded, his gaze steady. "I'm a man on a mission, Zuo Ci. A mission to unite this land, to bring it to an age where no one has to worry about surviving the next day. But I can't do it by crushing everything beneath my feet. I need to build, to grow, to change the very foundations of what this land is built on. Magic—your magic—can help us do that. Not just to win battles, but to make this world better for the people who live in it."

Zhu Rong, sitting nearby with her arms crossed, tilted her head, studying him intently. "Your fire burns brighter than mine," she said, her voice tinged with admiration, but also something more. "I've never met anyone with such... energy. It's as if you're driven by a force even stronger than nature."

Brian chuckled softly, a flicker of that same fire in his eyes. "Maybe I am. I've got a long road ahead, and the only way to travel it is by burning brighter than the challenges that stand in my way."

The sorcerers exchanged uneasy glances, none of them sure what to make of the man before them. He wasn't like the other lords they had faced. He wasn't interested in just subjugating them or using their power for domination. There was something more at play here—something larger.

Zhang Jiao, however, still clung to his anger. "The Emperor's rule is the source of the people's suffering," he spat. "How can you believe in that throne after everything it has done?"

Brian looked Zhang Jiao in the eye, unwavering. "The Emperor's throne is a symbol, Zhang Jiao. And symbols can be redefined. You think I'm building this future for the Emperor's glory? No. I'm building it for the people. The throne is only as good as the man who sits on it. And I plan to make sure it's a symbol of justice, peace, and prosperity—not the suffering of the past."

Zhang Jiao's anger faltered, the conviction in Brian's voice undeniable. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Brian than just another warlord. There was a fire in him that was different from the rest.

Zuo Ci's gaze lingered on Brian, his thoughts still quiet but present. He does not belong here, but perhaps that is why he can change this land.

Brian's attention shifted to Meng Huo, who sat silently, still grappling with his defeat. "Meng Huo, I know you feel the weight of your failure to unite the Nanmen tribes," Brian said, his voice softer now. "But you haven't truly failed. I heard of your efforts long before this battle, and I respected them. You tried to bring your people together, and now, I'm here to help you finish what you started."

Meng Huo's eyes lifted slowly, meeting Brian's. "You think you can unite the Nanmen? You, a man from the north?"

Brian smiled faintly, gesturing to his beasts, who lingered nearby. "I've learned to listen to the land, to the animals, to the people. Uniting the Nanmen isn't about controlling them—it's about understanding them and respecting their way of life. Together, we can build a future where the Nanmen are leaders, not just warriors fighting for scraps."

Meng Huo was silent for a long moment, considering the man before him. The fire in Brian's eyes, the calm strength in his voice—it all resonated with something deep inside the Nanman king. Slowly, he nodded.

"You speak with the fire of a king," Meng Huo said. "If you can keep your word, then the Nanmen will stand with you. But betray us, and we will tear your empire apart."

Brian stood, offering Meng Huo his hand. "I wouldn't expect anything less."


As Brian's forces approached the main camp at Chang Ban, a quiet tension settled in his chest. The sky overhead was a mixture of clouds and pale sunlight, a reminder that the storm of battle was now behind them—but another storm, of a different kind, still loomed ahead. His thoughts drifted back to Guan Yu and Zhang Fei. The battles had been fought, the victories claimed, but the question of whether those two brothers would truly join him remained unanswered.

He'd given them time—time to reflect, to work alongside his soldiers, to experience the discipline and structure he was bringing to the land. But would it be enough? Guan Yu's pride and honor were like mountains, and Zhang Fei's wild spirit, though powerful in battle, was unpredictable. Brian had seen moments of change in both of them during their time in custody, but now, as he returned to the camp where his main forces awaited, doubt gnawed at him.

Would the brothers see the vision he was building, or would they reject it, clinging to their old ways?

Brian let out a quiet sigh as the main camp came into view. Chang Ban—where it had all begun, and where the next chapter would either open or close for Guan Yu and Zhang Fei. He hoped for the former but had to prepare for the latter. He knew all too well that even in victory, some battles weren't won on the field but in the hearts and minds of those who followed—or didn't.

As he entered the camp, the sight of familiar faces waiting for him gave him a sense of grounding. Sima Yi, ever the calculating strategist, stood with his arms crossed, eyes scanning the horizon as if already anticipating the next move. Beside him, Jiang Wei, young but already a brilliant tactician in his own right, watched Brian's arrival with calm respect.

Zhang Chunhua, Sima Yi's fiercely intelligent wife and Brian's concubine, stood at her husband's side. Her keen eyes flickered with interest as Brian approached, though her expression remained characteristically unreadable.

Further along, Bo Zhang and his son Yan Zhang were deep in discussion with Lianshi, whose crossbow rested lightly in her hands as if she were always ready for battle. The trio noticed Brian's arrival and offered nods of acknowledgment, their expressions respectful and determined.

Pang De, the stoic warrior, stood by his horse, his gaze steady and unwavering as always. His loyalty had never been in question, but Brian sensed a readiness in him, as if Pang De was waiting for whatever new challenge lay ahead.

Then, the familiar faces of Guo Jia and Cao Pi came into view, accompanied by the graceful Zhen Ji and the thoughtful Cai Wenji. Guo Jia, ever the sharp mind, gave Brian a knowing smirk as if he already understood the weight of the thoughts Brian carried. Cao Pi, calm and composed, stood with a certain air of quiet confidence, while Zhen Ji's presence, regal as ever, added an aura of elegance to the gathering.

Not far from them, Brian spotted two more figures—Dong Zhuo and, standing just behind him, Cao Cao himself. It was a strange sight to see them together, yet here they were, drawn together by the sheer force of Brian's campaign. Dong Zhuo, though a man of infamy, had been brought into the fold, and Cao Cao, once a rival in the great power struggles of China, now stood as an ally. The weight of history between them all was palpable, but there was a sense of unity here—one that Brian had fought long and hard to forge.

As Brian dismounted, his officers and commanders gathered around, awaiting his words. But even as he exchanged formalities and greetings, his mind lingered on the question that had followed him from Baidi Castle to Chang Ban: Would the brothers finally see reason?

Sima Yi was the first to approach, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Brian's expression. "You seem troubled, my lord," Sima Yi said, his voice calm but perceptive. "Is it the matter of Guan Yu and Zhang Fei?"

Brian glanced at him, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You know me well, Sima Yi," he replied, his tone lighter than his mood. "Yes, I can't help but wonder if they will truly join us. The battles have been fought, but hearts... well, they're harder to win."

Sima Yi nodded thoughtfully. "Pride is a difficult thing to conquer. But if anyone can sway them, it is you. You've given them more than just a reason to join—you've given them time to reflect. Perhaps they see that now."

Jiang Wei stepped forward, his youthful voice carrying the strength of someone who had seen enough of war to know its toll. "They've seen your vision firsthand, my lord. If they don't join willingly now, I doubt they ever will."

"That's what worries me," Brian admitted. "There's a fine line between conviction and stubbornness. I just hope they've found the wisdom to understand the difference."

Guo Jia, with his trademark smirk, added, "If not, well, we've dealt with more difficult challenges. But I suspect they'll come around. There's something about your approach that makes even the most rigid of minds bend."

Brian glanced around at his assembled officers and commanders—each of them had joined him for different reasons, but they had all come to believe in the future he was building. Still, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were different. They had fought alongside Liu Bei, a man who had once held the same ideals Brian now carried forward. Convincing them to abandon their past would take more than just words.

"Keep your hopes high, my lord," Cai Wenji said softly, her voice melodic and soothing. "The heart can surprise even the wisest of men."

Brian nodded, feeling a small sense of reassurance from her words. "Thank you, Cai Wenji. I'll keep that in mind."

As the group dispersed slightly, preparing for the evening ahead, Brian allowed himself a moment to reflect. This campaign had been long, but each victory had brought them closer to something greater—peace, unity, and a future where the people could thrive without the constant shadow of war looming over them. Yet even as those victories mounted, Brian knew that the greatest battles were still fought in the hearts of those who had yet to join his cause.

He just hoped that Guan Yu and Zhang Fei would see that too, before it was too late.


As Brian approached the makeshift camp where Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were held, he found the two brothers in a quieter state than he had ever seen them. Zhang Fei, usually loud and boisterous, was pacing anxiously, but there was no fire in his eyes, only frustration. Guan Yu, however, stood with his arms crossed, his expression one of deep contemplation. His once unshakable pride seemed tempered now, softened by the weight of reflection.

Guan Yu's thoughts drifted as he watched Brian approach, remembering the moment he had left Liu Bei's side. At the time, his decision had felt right—he had marched into battle to defend his brother's honor, to preserve the name they had built together. But now, as he stood here, his hands no longer holding the weight of a weapon, he realized how much he had neglected along the way.

I fought for my name, Guan Yu thought, his mind replaying the battles, the countless victories. But I never stopped to care for my heart.

In his pursuit of honor, of living up to the expectations of his title as the "God of War," he had overlooked something far more important. His soldiers had followed him loyally, but had he truly led them with the dignity they deserved? His children had looked up to him, but had he inspired them to reach heights beyond his own? Instead of guiding them with wisdom, he had allowed them to fall into the shadow of his pride.

Guan Yu's heart ached as he remembered the look in Liu Bei's eyes when they had last spoken—before Liu Bei left to visit Brian's court. There had been something different in his brother then, a quiet transformation. Liu Bei had always been a man of benevolence, speaking of virtue and justice, but his words had sometimes lacked the strength to back them up. His ideals had been lofty, but often they seemed out of reach, more a dream than reality.

But when Liu Bei came to visit them during their time in custody, there was a new depth to him. His words were no longer just dreams—they carried a sense of direction, of purpose. He spoke of Brian with quiet admiration, recounting the changes Brian had made to the land, and how the people were beginning to flourish under his rule. Liu Bei had seen firsthand the prosperity that Brian's leadership brought. He had seen the fields thrive, the villages rebuild, and a sense of unity that had been missing for so long.

"I saw something in him," Liu Bei had said, his voice thoughtful. "Not just power, but vision. A man who can lead this land to peace."

Guan Yu had been struck by those words. For the first time, Liu Bei wasn't just talking about benevolence in the abstract—he was seeing it unfold, in real, tangible ways. Brian's vision wasn't just about power or conquest; it was about building a future where people could live without fear, where honor wasn't just a title, but something earned through actions.

It was then that Guan Yu felt his own weakness. He had failed to be there for Liu Bei when his brother had needed him most. He had walked away, too focused on defending his reputation, and had left his brother to shoulder the burden alone. Now, seeing the changes in Liu Bei, Guan Yu regretted that decision deeply.

I wasn't there for my own children, Guan Yu thought, the weight of the realization settling in his chest. I didn't inspire them to surpass me, to be more than warriors following their father's footsteps. I treated my soldiers like tools of war, not men with dignity and lives of their own.

He had fought countless battles, but he had lost sight of what truly mattered—the people who followed him, his family, and the future he should have been helping to build. He had held on to his pride for so long that it had become a cage, trapping him in a cycle of war and conflict, while the world around him cried out for something more.

As Brian approached, Guan Yu took a deep breath, feeling the last remnants of his pride begin to fall away. This wasn't about defeat or surrender—it was about something far more important. It was about admitting that he had been wrong, that he had missed the chance to lead in the way that truly mattered.

When Brian came to a stop before them, Zhang Fei, predictably, was the first to speak, dropping to his knees in a dramatic plea for beer. But Guan Yu remained still, watching the exchange with quiet amusement, though his thoughts were elsewhere. When Zhang Fei finally quieted, Guan Yu stepped forward, his voice steady and filled with newfound humility.

"Lord Brian," he began, his deep voice carrying the weight of his reflection. "In my time here, I have thought much about my past, about the choices I made and the path I walked. I fought to defend my name, my honor, and my brother's cause. But in doing so, I lost sight of the people I should have been protecting. I left my brother when he needed me most, and I failed to inspire those who followed me to be more than soldiers in my shadow."

He paused, his eyes meeting Brian's with sincerity. "I have seen the changes you have brought to this land. I have heard my brother speak of the future you are building—a future where virtue is more than a word, and where peace is not just a distant dream. In you, I see the strength to lead this land toward that future."

Guan Yu's voice softened, a rare vulnerability showing through. "I lay down my pride before you, Lord Brian, because I see now that there is more to this world than honor in battle. There is honor in leading with wisdom, in caring for those who follow you, and in building a future where people can live without fear. I was not there for my children, nor did I treat my soldiers with the dignity they deserved. But now, I wish to walk a different path."

Brian stood silent for a moment, his gaze locked on Guan Yu's, sensing the truth in his words. Guan Yu, once a man defined by his unshakable pride, was now offering something far more valuable—his understanding, his willingness to change.

Brian placed a hand on Guan Yu's shoulder. "I understand, Guan Yu. And I welcome you. Not as a defeated warrior, but as a man who has seen beyond the battlefield, who understands that strength is not just in the sword, but in the heart."

Still kneeling, Zhang Fei looked up at his brother, then back at Brian, his voice softer than usual. "We'll follow you, Lord Brian. You've shown us something more. Just… make sure there's beer, alright?"

Brian chuckled softly, nodding. "I think that can be arranged."

And with that, their bond was sealed—not through conquest, but through reflection, understanding, and a shared vision of the future.


The newly constructed fortress at Chang Ban stood tall and formidable, a beacon of security and strength in the region. Built to serve both as a stronghold and a place of respite for Brian's forces, it was more than just a defensive measure. It had become a home base, a sanctuary where his army could regroup, train, and find comfort before their next campaign to the east. The walls were sturdy, lined with watchtowers, while the interior brimmed with life and activity.

The courtyard had been transformed into a lively hub, where soldiers and officers alike mingled in the rare moments of peace. The sounds of laughter, friendly competition, and music filled the air as old officers met with new allies, each sharing stories of past victories and legendary feats. Cuju, the favorite sport of many, was the main event, but there were also men engaged in chess matches, some testing their strength in wrestling, while others enjoyed the more light-hearted games Brian had introduced, such as volleyball. A group of archers stood near the far side, challenging each other in contests of precision and skill, each shot accompanied by cheers or groans depending on the result.

Around several campfires, tales of battle and valor were shared, with the younger soldiers wide-eyed as they listened to veterans recounting the legendary battles of Lu Bu, the might of Guan Yu, or the fierce encounters at Chang Ban and Baidi Castle. One particular fire was surrounded by a captivated audience as a storyteller animatedly recounted the infamous battle where Brian faced the doppelgangers of his officers, cutting through each one with unmatched skill and power. His story only added to the mythos surrounding the man they called their lord.

Nearby, musicians played soft, rhythmic tunes on traditional instruments, their music blending into the night, adding an air of relaxation and festivity to the entire scene.

In the center of it all, Brian himself was fully engaged in a game of cuju with his soldiers. His energy was boundless, his movements agile and quick as he deftly controlled the ball with his feet, laughing and bantering with his men. The opposition was fierce, but the teamwork was there.

Brian couldn't help but feel like a child for just a moment, nothing on his mind then chasing the ball and scoring a goal. The game switched to keeping the ball high in teamwork, and the soldiers did their best to do that. In the end, just like his soldiers, Brian was covered in sand and dirt, but he wore the same smile he always had.

With laughter, he fell on a tree trunk chair and watched a new group of soldiers start another match. One of the spectator officers, Liu Shan, sat next to him as he gave him a drink. ''You must be thirsty after all that. Here, take some.''

''Thanks,'' Brian responded as he grabbed the cup, and took a sip. It was a mixture of exotic fruit and cold water, mixed with a bit of added sugar. There were a few more flavors presented in there, but Brian could not distinguish them. For a moment, he just sat there, warming himself at the fire as he gazed over his camp.

Cai Wenji was playing the harp, a bit more endearing this time around. It was as if she tried to pull the attention towards herself, her fingers moving swiftly and professionally, her music bringing peace to the surrounding soldiers and officers. Yueying was talking with other new officers about the possibilities of collaboration between magic and technology. Brian could see the stars in her eyes as she kept bombarding Zhang Liang with questions regarding magic. He had hoped Zhuge Liang would hold her back a bit, but the Sleeping Dragon was talking with Jiang Wei and Sima Yi about the possibilities of magic in their daily lives and on the battlefield.

Zhang Jiao was so surprised about the openness to work with the powers of the heavens, that he had drunk himself into party frenzy. Zhang Fei had joined him as he was glad to finally taste a glass of alcohol after his release.

''Who would think that magic and technology would be so drawn to each other?'' Liu Shan questioned as he observed the camp as well.

Brian shifted on his trunk as he took a sip of the beverage. ''Well, they do have a lot in common.'' He observed.

Liu Shan looked at him confused. ''How so?'' the young lord asked the confusion hearable in his voice.

Brian pointed at the fire that was in front of him and said, ''Liu Shan, do you know how fire works?''

Liu Shan's brows furrowed as he considered Brian's question. He glanced at the flickering flames before them, the light dancing in the reflections of the camp, and shook his head slightly. "I know it burns, it gives warmth and light. But how it truly works?" He paused, clearly intrigued but uncertain. "Not exactly."

Brian smiled, taking another sip from his drink before setting the cup down beside him. "That's the thing," he began, leaning forward and staring into the fire. "Fire seems so simple—just something that burns. But behind it, there's a process. The wood, for example, is made of tiny particles. When we add heat, these particles break apart, and they release energy, which we see as flames. It's both a natural and a controlled reaction."

Liu Shan tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. "So fire is a balance, just like magic and technology?"

"Exactly," Brian nodded. "Technology is just our understanding of how things work—how we can take the principles of nature and use them for something bigger. Magic, from what I've gathered here, works on similar principles. It's about harnessing energy, controlling it, and using it to create an effect." He gestured toward Yueying and Zhang Liang, who were still deep in their discussion about blending the two disciplines. "Both magic and technology are different ways to manipulate the world around us. They just come from different understandings of the same universe."

Liu Shan nodded slowly, his eyes flicking between Brian and the fire. "I never thought of it that way," he murmured. "In our world, we've always seen magic as something mysterious, something beyond understanding. But you... you see it as something that can be learned, controlled, even used for practical things, just like your technology."

Brian leaned back, watching the flames dance in silence for a moment. "It's all about perspective. You see magic as something mystical because it's been passed down that way—through stories and legends. But in the end, it's a tool. Just like fire, or a sword. Or even a simple cup of water." He raised his drink again, the cool liquid soothing his throat as he savored the flavors.

Liu Shan chuckled softly. "I suppose I never expected to be pondering such things when I sat down with you. I thought we were just enjoying the peace."

Brian smiled, glancing around the camp. "We are. But it's moments like these—when we can think, reflect, and share ideas—that lay the foundation for something bigger. We're not just fighting to conquer land, Liu Shan. We're building something. Something new, something better. And if we can understand how magic and technology work together, we'll be able to create a future where both flourish."

Liu Shan gave Brian a nod, the thoughtful expression on his face replaced by a sudden smile as a group of officers nearby called out to him. They were starting a new game of cuju and invited the young lord to join. "It seems I'm being summoned," Liu Shan said with a chuckle. "Enjoy the rest of your evening, Brian. I'll see you tomorrow."

Brian waved him off, watching Liu Shan jog away. Left alone, Brian leaned back for a moment, letting the warmth of the fire wash over him. His body ached, and he felt the weight of all the decisions and battles they'd faced. What he craved most right now wasn't more victories, but a soft, comfortable bed—something he hadn't felt in weeks.

Standing, he started walking through the camp, hoping to clear his mind. The soldiers around him were in high spirits, enjoying their brief respite. The soft glow of lanterns illuminated the paths, casting long shadows as men and women shared stories, laughed, and relaxed. The campaign had gone well so far, but Brian couldn't help but feel a growing concern about what lay ahead.

Pushing east would be more difficult than anything they had done. The long journey, the final battles—they loomed large in his mind. And there was the matter of meeting his father-in-law, Sun Jian. The thought of it weighed on him heavily. His meeting with Sun Quan had no personal stakes. It was a meeting between lords, where one beat the other, and absorbed him and his forces into his own. Sun Ce though... Sun Ce started as a brother-in-law, and a hatchet to bury within the Sun family. When Brian eventually faced his older brother-in-law and ignited the firey spirit in him that Sun Ce seemed to have lost, another weight fell from his shoulders. But there was one more meeting he had to go through... and that one was the most terrifying.

As he walked, Brian noticed Xingcai speaking with Zhang Bao by one of the tents. She glanced over at him briefly, her cheeks flushing as she quickly looked away. Zhang Bao, ever the playful big brother, grinned and nudged her. "Looks like someone's got her eyes on our lord," he teased.

Xingcai scowled and smacked his arm in response. "Shut up, Zhang Bao," she muttered, though her embarrassment was clear.

Brian smiled to himself, appreciating the lighthearted moment. But as he continued walking, his thoughts began to drift once again—to something else that had been troubling him lately: the growing presence of religion in his lands.

It wasn't religion itself that concerned him. He had always believed—or at least convinced others to believe—that true religion was about understanding the creations of the heavens. A human being was a creation, but to truly worship the one who made them, people needed to first understand themselves. Worship should come from knowledge and enlightenment, not blind devotion.

What troubled him was how people often used religion—for power, for control, or to justify their purpose. It wasn't wrong to believe in something greater, but it became dangerous when belief overtook reason when it started to dominate people's daily lives and decisions. Figures like Zhang Jiao and Zuo Ci were powerful and influential, and their presence brought religion closer to the forefront. Brian worried that the idea of faith might begin to overshadow the unity and progress he had been striving for.

Just as his thoughts spiraled deeper, a familiar voice called out softly from behind him.

"Lord Brian."

He turned to see Lianshi approaching, her soft features glowing in the light of the nearby fires. There was a warmth in her expression, but something playful lingered in her eyes as well.

"Lianshi," Brian greeted her with a smile. "What brings you out here?"

She smiled back, stepping closer to him. "I was looking for you. I thought we might take one of our walks, like we used to."

Brian raised an eyebrow, though the idea sounded more than welcome. "A walk, huh?"

She nodded, taking his arm gently. "But first, you shouldn't go any further down that path."

Brian glanced behind him toward the part of the camp he had been heading for. "And why's that?" he asked, intrigued.

Lianshi grinned a hint of mischief in her expression. "Let's just say there are preparations underway that you're not supposed to see just yet."

Brian chuckled, letting her steer him away from the restricted area. "You always seem to know what's going on before I do."

As they began to walk side by side, the noise of the camp faded into the background, replaced by the quiet rhythm of their footsteps. Lianshi often had a way of grounding him during moments like this, and tonight was no different. She glanced up at him, her voice soft. "You've been carrying a lot lately, haven't you?"

Brian sighed, nodding slightly. "I have. I've been pushing myself… probably more than I should." His words came out heavier than he'd intended. "The campaign's going well, but pushing east is going to be harder. And… meeting Sun Jian… that's something else entirely." He let out a small chuckle. "I was relieved the meeting with Sun Ce went well, but I was more nervous than I wanted to admit."

Lianshi gave his arm a comforting squeeze, her eyes warm. "You've handled everything else so far. You'll handle this, too."

Brian nodded, though his mind was already drifting back to another issue. "It's not just the battles," he continued, his voice more thoughtful now. "It's… the idea of religion."

Lianshi tilted her head slightly, curious. "Religion?"

Brian sighed again, trying to collect his thoughts. "I believe true religion is about understanding the creations of the heavens. To honor the one who made us, we first need to understand ourselves. But most people don't see it that way. They use religion for power, for control, or to justify their actions. And when it starts taking over their lives… well, that's when things get messy."

Lianshi nodded, her gaze thoughtful as she listened. "You think it might become a problem here?"

Brian shrugged. "With Zhang Jiao and Zuo Ci, it's hard to say. Their influence could grow, and I don't want it to undermine everything we're trying to build. People should be free to believe, but it shouldn't overshadow reason, unity, or progress. I don't want to see our vision for the future get lost in blind faith."

She smiled softly, her hand still resting on his arm. "I understand. But I also know you'll find a way to balance it like you always do."

Brian looked down at her, the tension in his chest easing slightly. "Thank you, Lianshi," he said quietly. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

She smiled up at him, her expression full of reassurance. "You'd still be the man who's brought us all together. But I'll always be here to remind you to take a moment for yourself."

They continued their walk, the stars twinkling above them, and for a brief moment, Brian let go of the weight on his shoulders. The challenges ahead still loomed large, but for now, he allowed himself to simply enjoy the peace of the night.


As Brian and Lianshi approached his tent, the soft melody of Cai Wenji's harp floated through the air. Tonight, however, the usual lighthearted banter was replaced by a serene quiet, signaling that something special was about to happen.

Stepping inside, Brian took in the scene before him. Cai Wenji continued to play her harp, her delicate music filling the room, while Sun Shangxiang sat nearby, her quiet confidence radiating as always. Xingcai offered a warm smile, while Zhang Chunhua and Yueying, whose presence tonight felt significant, sat with an air of calm expectation. This gathering was no coincidence—Brian had a good idea of what might happen.

At the center of it all was Wang Yi, seated next to Sun Shangxiang, her usual intensity tempered by a softer, more contemplative demeanor. Her hands rested nervously on her lap, her gaze briefly flicking between Brian and the ground. There was a tremor in her movements, and Brian could see her hands shaking slightly, her lips trembling as though she were holding back deeper emotions.

Sun Shangxiang, ever perceptive, lightly tapped Wang Yi on the back—a gesture of quiet encouragement. Wang Yi straightened, taking a deep breath as she gathered the courage to speak.

"My lord," she began, her voice soft and filled with emotion. She hesitated, her hands trembling more visibly now, and her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. This wasn't just a request but a confession of a heart full of love and hope.

Sensing the moment's weight, Brian glanced subtly at Sun Shangxiang, his eyes seeking reassurance. Am I allowed to continue? Is this not going to disrupt what we've built together? His unspoken question hung in the air for a moment, but Sun Shangxiang, ever steady, met his gaze with a calm, confident nod. She gave him a reassuring gesture, quietly signaling that everything was alright—that he could proceed.

With that silent exchange, Brian's heart felt lighter, the reassurance giving him the peace he needed to move forward.

"You gave me a new meaning to follow," Wang Yi continued, her voice trembling slightly. "A new life to live… and hope for the future. I no longer fear the nights or the dreams that used to haunt me, because I know you will be there." Her hands trembled even more as she spoke, and Brian could see how much this moment meant to her.

"I wish to become your concubine," she whispered, her voice barely audible as her emotions threatened to overwhelm her. Her lips quivered, and her eyes glistened with the tears she had been holding back. "If you will have me."

The air in the tent grew still, save for the soft, continuous notes of Cai Wenji's harp in the background. Wang Yi's vulnerability was laid bare before him, her entire being trembling with the weight of what she had just said. She wasn't asking for status or power. This was a heartfelt request—an expression of her love and her deep desire to share her life with him.

Without hesitation, Brian stepped forward and gently took her shaking hands in his own, offering her support. The contact steadied her, and for a moment, she met his gaze, tears beginning to fall from her eyes—tears not of sorrow, but of relief and happiness.

"Wang Yi," Brian said softly, his voice steady and warm, "I would be honored."

As those words left his lips, a few tears slipped down her cheeks, but her expression softened into one of joy. The tension that had gripped her began to ease, and a small, relieved smile touched her lips. This moment was her new purpose, her path forward. She had found something beyond the vengeance that had once driven her—she had found love, peace, and a place where she truly belonged.

Brian's hands remained clasped around hers, reassuring her in this deeply emotional moment. Sun Shangxiang, watching the exchange, gave Wang Yi another gentle nod, a silent affirmation that all was well.

The room, filled with the quiet melody of the harp and the shared presence of those closest to him, felt like a space where all the past pain had finally melted away, leaving only the strength of the bonds they had forged. That was precisely the reason they were there.

They knew Brian well—perhaps better than he knew himself. They could see the toll his burdens had taken, even if he hadn't recognized it yet. The battles, the decisions, the losses— they all weighed on him, pressing down quietly, subtly, until they had become a part of him. But now, in the stillness of the room, surrounded by those who loved him, that weight began to show.

Zhang Chunhua, ever perceptive, moved first. With a glance to Sun Shangxiang for silent confirmation, she gently guided Brian down, her touch light but firm, until he was seated comfortably. Brian, always so aware of his surroundings, felt a flicker of confusion, but he didn't resist. Instead, he allowed himself to be led, though he wasn't sure why.

Lianshi, as if on cue, moved to sit behind him, her hands resting gently on his shoulders. Her fingers traced the lines of tension he had carried, though there was no specific intent to comfort—it was simply a gesture of presence. Without thinking, Brian leaned back slightly, the weight in his body becoming more apparent as Lianshi's calm energy began to soothe him.

"You've been shouldering too much," Zhang Chunhua said softly, her voice cutting through the quiet like a gentle breeze. "More than anyone should."

Brian blinked, the words not quite sinking in. He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, Zhang Chunhua's hands moved to the fastenings of his armor. Slowly, almost delicately, she began to remove the layers of cloth and metal that had weighed him down for so long.

"You don't even realize it, do you?" Lianshi murmured from behind him, her hands now moving in slow circles over his shoulders. "How much weight you're carrying."

As the armor fell away, piece by piece, Brian felt the strain in his body more acutely than before. His muscles, tense and knotted, ached under their touch, though he hadn't been fully aware of the pain until now. Xingcai's hand moved to his arm, her fingers pressing gently into the stiff muscles, feeling the soreness beneath.

"You're sore," she said softly, her brow furrowing as she massaged the tightness in his arms. "Your body's been carrying so much."

Brian frowned slightly, the unfamiliar heaviness settling deeper into his bones. He wanted to brush off their concerns, to tell them he was fine. But as their hands moved over him, stripping away both the physical and emotional layers he had built up, he couldn't ignore it any longer. The weight was there, and it had been for a long time.

Lianshi's fingers found the knots of tension in his back, her voice gentle and soothing. "You've been fighting too hard," she whispered. "Always pushing yourself, always at the front."

Zhang Chunhua pressed her hands lightly into the tight muscles of his neck, her voice quiet but firm. "You've been carrying this for too long, Brian."

And then, as their hands moved, as their voices reassured him, Brian felt something shift inside him. It wasn't dramatic, but it was significant—a slow unraveling of the tension he had kept locked inside for so long. He hadn't realized just how much he had been holding in. His body had become used to the strain, his mind accustomed to the constant pressure. But now, in this moment, surrounded by the people who cared for him, it was all beginning to come undone.

His chest tightened, but it wasn't from the tension. It was something deeper, something he hadn't allowed himself to feel. The regret—the quiet, unspoken grief of a leader who had done everything he could, but still felt like it wasn't enough. He thought of the lives lost, the soldiers who had followed him into battle and never returned. He thought of the decisions he had made, the impossible choices that had weighed on him with every step forward.

"I could have done more," he whispered, the words slipping out before he could stop them. "I… I should have done more."

His voice was raw, the emotion he hadn't acknowledged finally surfacing. Wang Yi, who had been silently watching, stepped closer, her hand brushing against his arm. "You've done more than anyone could have," she said softly, her voice filled with understanding. "You gave us all a reason to keep fighting, to find something beyond the pain."

Brian's breath hitched slightly as the tension in his muscles began to release. But it wasn't just his body that was responding—it was his heart, his mind, everything he had kept tightly locked away. Without warning, tears began to fall, slow and steady, slipping down his cheeks. He hadn't felt them coming. They were just… there.

Zhang Chunhua's touch remained steady, her presence calm as ever. "It's alright," she whispered, her hands still working to ease the tightness in his neck. "You don't have to carry this alone."

Wang Yi knelt beside him, her hand resting over his heart. "You told me to find a new meaning," she said softly, her eyes filled with the same gratitude she had carried since the day he saved her. "Now let us help you live, too."

Lianshi's fingers stroked through his hair, her touch gentle and soothing. "You've carried enough," she whispered. "It's time to let us carry some of it for you."

As their words washed over him, Brian's tears fell more freely, not in sobs, but in a quiet, natural release. He wasn't crying because he had intended to—he hadn't even realized how much he had needed this. But now, with the tension in his body finally easing and the support of those around him, he allowed himself to feel everything he had buried.

His chest heaved with the weight of it all, but even as the tears continued to fall, the heaviness that had been pressing down on him for so long began to lift. His lovers—his family—knew him too well. They saw what he hadn't been able to admit to himself, and in their care, in their love, he found the strength to let go.

"You've given us everything," Lianshi whispered, her voice soft as her fingers brushed away his tears. "Now let us give something back."

And in that quiet, intimate space, Brian finally allowed himself to rest. The tension that had gripped him for so long melted away, the tears flowing freely as the burden he had carried alone was finally shared. The regret, the doubt, the exhaustion—it was still there, but he didn't have to bear it by himself anymore.

As his head rested in Lianshi's lap and the others surrounded him, their hands gentle and their voices soft, Brian let go of the weight he hadn't even known was crushing him. He had fought so many battles, but this—this moment of release—was the healing he hadn't realized he needed.

And for the first time in weeks, Brian felt at peace.


As Brian lay there, the early morning light washing over him, he allowed himself to fully take in the peacefulness of the moment. His mind, often cluttered with strategies, battles, and the weight of leadership, was surprisingly quiet. He hadn't been haunted by the usual nightmares, the memories of fallen comrades or bloodshed. Instead, there had only been peace. And now, as the warmth of the sun filtered through his tent, he was surrounded by those who had become his sanctuary.

Lianshi remained curled up against him, her gentle breathing the perfect rhythm of tranquility. Her loose hair, usually so neatly styled, now framed her delicate face, cascading over his shoulder and the blanket. The softness of her presence was something Brian had grown to cherish deeply. She had always known how to bring him calm in the moments he needed it most.

Shangxiang's head rested on his chest, her lips parted ever so slightly, her body relaxed and content. Even in her sleep, she seemed to carry that quiet confidence that had always been her signature. She had never wavered in her role as the balance in his life, always knowing how to maintain harmony even as others entered his inner circle. Her faint smile, as if she were sharing some private joke in her dreams, only made Brian's lips twitch into a smile of appreciation.

On his other side lay Wang Yi, her stern features softened in sleep, replaced by an expression of serenity. Her head rested on his outstretched arm, her once rigid exterior now melted into something far more tender. He couldn't help but feel a wave of fondness as he thought back to the night before. The fire of her passion was still fresh in his mind, and Brian blushed at the thought of how she had poured her heart and soul into their connection. There was beauty in seeing her, once driven by vengeance, now resting peacefully beside him, her fierce dedication replaced with affection.

He shifted slightly, the pleasant soreness in his muscles a reminder of just how much love had been given to him last night. His worries, his fatigue, the burdens of leadership—all had been lifted in the presence of these women who had taken it upon themselves to restore him. Not just his body, but his soul.

Zhang Chunhua, always so composed and sharp, now held Cai Wenji in her arms in a motherly embrace. Even in sleep, her ability to create balance within their family was apparent. Cai Wenji, whose music had always brought him peace, seemed perfectly content in Chunhua's care, her delicate features relaxed and peaceful.

Further down, Yueying was curled around Xingcai, as if holding her like a cherished doll. The sight made Brian's heart swell. Yueying, always thoughtful and analytical, had found her form of rest by caring for Xingcai, and in turn, Xingcai—so strong in battle—was allowed to be vulnerable, cradled in Yueying's protective embrace.

The tent was filled with the soft sounds of sleep, the warmth of shared closeness, and a deep, unspoken understanding between them all. Brian allowed himself to simply be in the moment, feeling the love and devotion that surrounded him. He had recovered physically and in ways he hadn't even realized he needed.

He exhaled softly, a quiet smile on his face as he stared up at the soft glow of the tent's ceiling. Whatever challenges awaited him beyond this moment, he felt ready to face them. For now, though, he would remain here—held by those who had given him more than just their hearts. They had given him the strength to keep moving forward.


The camp was alive with activity as Brian moved through it, his steps purposeful yet relaxed. It was time to reassess the conditions for the continuation of the campaign. Jiangxia was the next destination, and Brian needed to ensure that his forces were ready to move.

The sun had barely risen, but Sun Quan was already hard at work, speaking with subordinates as several vessels rocked gently against the docks. Workers from the River Dragon's company were scattered along the supply route, overseeing the creation of a new branch division.

"Morning, Sun Quan," Brian greeted with a warm smile. "Did you get enough sleep? You're starting earlier than usual." He teased.

Sun Quan chuckled, turning to face him. "Don't worry about me. Just had a few loose ends to tie up. I'll be relaxing the rest of the day—after delivering my report, of course. Though I guess you've saved me that trouble by showing up here."

His expression shifted slightly, taking on the serious air of a man who was ready to deliver important news. "We've secured the boats, and the supply line is in place. We can move resources and even the beasts without any issue, including the elephants."

Brian nodded, satisfied with the report. But as he was about to respond, Sun Quan leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice so that none of the nearby workers could overhear. "I couldn't help but notice," Sun Quan said, his tone casual but with a playful glint in his eyes, "you seem more… relaxed today. Happier. Should I assume my sister has something to do with that?"

Brian blinked in surprise but then grinned. "Is it that obvious?" he replied quietly, his voice filled with amusement.

Sun Quan smirked. "To me, it is. And speaking of Shangxiang… when am I finally going to be an uncle?" His voice carried a teasing note, but his eyes reflected genuine affection.

Brian chuckled softly, clapping Sun Quan on the shoulder. "Don't worry, you'll be the first to know when that time comes."

Sun Quan gave a mock sigh. "I'll hold you to that."


After his chat with Sun Quan, Brian made his way toward the supply tents where Lu Su was busy coordinating logistics, as usual. Even with the camp bustling, Lu Su maintained his calm, though there was a hint of lightness in the air. Brian approached with a knowing smile.

"Lu Su," Brian greeted, "I see the scrolls haven't left your hands. Please tell me you've had more than a few hours of sleep."

Lu Su looked up with a relaxed grin, his calm demeanor ever-present. "I've managed a few, my lord. But between you and me, something far more important is on its way."

Brian raised an eyebrow, sensing a tease. "Something more important than logistics and siege preparations? Do tell."

Lu Su's grin widened. "A fresh shipment of tea. Some of the finest leaves from the southern provinces. You might say it's what's truly keeping me going."

Brian's eyes lit up at the mention of tea. "Now that is news worth hearing. I'll have to make sure I'm there when it arrives."

Lu Su chuckled. "I had a feeling you'd appreciate that, my lord. I've already got a few extra crates set aside for us. The campaign might be taxing, but at least we'll be well-caffeinated."

Brian laughed, the sound light and easy. "You always know how to prepare for the essentials, Lu Su. Between your tea and our logistics, I'd say we're in good hands."

"Tea first, armies second," Lu Su quipped, his smile growing. "But yes, everything's on track. The supply lines are ready, the beasts will be fed and transported safely, and there's enough tea to keep us both sane."

Brian grinned. "I don't know how you do it, Lu Su, but you always manage to balance it all. I'm looking forward to that tea. Don't let anyone touch it before I get a cup."

Lu Su gave a playful bow. "I wouldn't dream of it, my lord. Your cup will be the first one poured."

Brian clapped him on the shoulder, his expression warm. "I appreciate it, Lu Su. You've thought of everything, as always."


With the promise of fresh tea lingering in his mind, Brian made his way through the next part of the camp. He wasn't actively seeking anyone, simply enjoying the morning stroll and taking in the sights of his army at rest. Zhao Yun gave him a friendly morning greeting as he passed, and both Lu Bu and Diao Chan nodded respectfully before continuing their breakfast.

As he passed by the mess tents, Brian caught sight of Jia Xu and Xu Shu deep in conversation. Jia Xu held an apple in one hand, casually listening to Xu Shu's report. When they noticed Brian approaching, both men seemed momentarily startled.

"My lord… good morning!" Xu Shu greeted a slight edge of nervousness in his tone for reasons unknown.

Brian waved it off with a smile. "At ease, Xu Shu, Jia Xu. It's too early for formalities." He then turned a bit more serious, his gaze sharpening. "But since I'm here, I was wondering—how's the morale? I want to make sure everything is in order before we plan our next move."

Jia Xu grinned, taking a bite of his apple before answering. "The men are eager, my lord. They've adapted well to the magic and beasts brought by the Nanman. Guan Yu's former soldiers are integrating smoothly, and they're getting a daily reminder of how things work under your command. They trust your leadership."

Xu Shu nodded in agreement. "The soldiers are in good spirits. They've rested well, and the wounded are recovering steadily under the care of Hua Tuo's students, with Zhang Zhongjing overseeing their treatment."

Brian's expression softened, pleased with the report. "Good. Then be prepared to let the men know it won't be long before we move to Jiangxia. I'm curious to see just how strong Wen Yang and Lu Xun truly are."

Jia Xu's grin widened. "If they have to face you, my lord, no matter how strong they are, they'll never be strong enough. Though I'm sure they'll put up a decent fight."

Brian chuckled, a spark of excitement in his eyes that had been absent in recent days. "We'll see about that."


Brian continued his leisurely walk through the camp, enjoying the coolness of the morning air. As he approached the scout tents, the familiar sight of soldiers preparing for their day's tasks greeted him—delivering messages, relaying intelligence, and keeping communication lines sharp.

Nearby, Yu Jin was enforcing strict discipline, and Brian couldn't help but chuckle as he spotted Zhou Cang struggling through a series of push-ups, clearly pleading for mercy under Yu Jin's stern watch. Meanwhile, flag bearers practiced their signals, their smaller flags moving in precise motions, each one conveying instructions without a word—Chen Gong's latest innovation to speed up communication on the battlefield.

Guo Jia and Chen Gong stood off to the side, overseeing the operations. Normally, both men looked sharp and focused, but today, Guo Jia seemed a little worse for wear, one hand pressed against his temple as though nursing a headache.

"Morning, my lord," Chen Gong greeted, his grin wider than usual, clearly amused by Guo Jia's condition.

Brian smirked knowingly. "Morning, Chen Gong. Guo Jia," he greeted, glancing at the strategist who was clearly struggling. "Next time, it might be wise to listen to Jia Xu's advice about moderation. A hangover doesn't exactly sharpen your mind this early in the day."

Guo Jia let out a soft chuckle, rubbing his temple. "Well, my lord, I regret nothing. But perhaps I'll keep Jia Xu's words in mind next time."

Brian grinned. "That's what I like to hear. Now, tell me—how's everything shaping up?"

Chen Gong was quick to respond. "All communications are in order, my lord. The scouts are prepped, and our signal bearers are fully trained. The plan for swift communication across the battlefield is fully operational. Once the campaign continues, we'll be ready to move as planned."

Guo Jia, despite his discomfort, added with a faint smile, "When the time comes, we won't miss a beat. The men have adapted well to the signaling system, and the smaller flags are proving efficient for quick, silent communication."

Brian nodded approvingly. "Good. I trust the signal-bearers will be a game changer. We'll need every edge we can get when we move on Jiangxia."

Chen Gong's smile widened. "Indeed. The men are eager, and everything is progressing as expected."

With a final nod, Brian acknowledged Chen Gong's words. "Keep it up. We're not far from the next phase. I'll leave you to your work."

With that, Brian left them to their duties, giving Guo Jia a parting glance of amusement before continuing his stroll. The camp was bustling with activity, but the preparations were moving smoothly, and everything seemed ready for the challenges ahead.


Brian's footsteps carried him deeper into the heart of the camp, where the most critical planning and preparation were taking place. The scent of earth and wood filled the air as engineers worked on the massive siege units. It wasn't long before he spotted Zhuge Liang and Fa Zheng standing together near the towering juggernauts, their sharp eyes scanning over the work being done.

Sima Yi was close by, overseeing the broader preparations with his usual cold efficiency, while in the distance, Jiang Wei was working alongside the Nanman, attempting to bond with the beasts under Meng Huo's watchful eye. Pang Tong, ever the curious tactician, was working with Zuo Ci and the Zhang brothers on something entirely different—magic.

Brian approached with a smile, his presence drawing the attention of the gathered strategists. "I trust everything is proceeding as expected?" he asked.

Fa Zheng, ever precise, gave a nod. "Everything is on schedule, my lord. We've completed all necessary adjustments to the siege units—juggernauts, catapults, rams, and ballistae. The engineers are finalizing the fortifications and moving the heavier units into position."

Zhuge Liang, fanning himself calmly, added, "The siege units are performing well in training, and the engineers have adapted to the terrain. Once we reach Deng Yang, we'll be ready to reinforce our position."

Brian's eyes moved over the siege weapons, pleased with the progress. "Good. We'll need all of this when the time comes. How are things with the beasts, Jiang Wei?"

He turned his gaze toward Jiang Wei, who was crouched near Meng Huo and the Nanman warriors, gently attempting to bond with one of the tigers. Meng Huo stood nearby, offering guidance in his usual gruff but warm manner.

Jiang Wei stood and approached, his face lighting up as he spoke. "It's... challenging, my lord. But the Nanman have been incredibly helpful. I'm learning their methods of taming the beasts, and it's starting to make sense—though I have a long way to go."

Meng Huo, crossing his arms with a wide grin, clapped Jiang Wei on the back. "He's a fast learner, your lordship. The beasts like him. In time, they'll trust him like one of our own."

Brian chuckled, appreciating the effort Jiang Wei was putting in. "Keep at it. The beasts will be vital when we move east."

Turning his attention back to Pang Tong, who was standing beside a nearby fire pit, Brian approached with curiosity. "Pang Tong, how are things on the magical front?"

Pang Tong glanced up with a thoughtful expression. "Zuo Ci and the Zhang brothers have made progress. We're focusing on practical uses—fresh water, controlled fire, even directing the wind. It's all about understanding the process and refining the control. Once perfected, it'll be a major asset for the army."

Brian smiled, impressed with their progress. "Practical magic could make all the difference. Keep pushing forward. We'll need every advantage we can get."

As Brian returned to Fa Zheng and Sima Yi, the mood shifted slightly. Sima Yi's eyes narrowed as he handed Brian a report. "We've just received new information. Lu Xun and Wen Yang's forces are locked in a stalemate. Neither side has gained ground in weeks."

Fa Zheng folded his arms, his voice calm but concerned. "With both forces at a standstill, reinforcing Deng Yang will be our best option for the upcoming campaign. It's the perfect place to secure a defensive position and keep an eye on both fronts."

Brian scanned the report, thoughtful. "This changes things. The strategy we laid out during the war council might need adjusting."

Sima Yi nodded, his tone cold and calculating. "Indeed. We need to be flexible. If the stalemate continues, we may need to strike in ways they won't expect. But for now, securing Deng Yang should be our priority. Once fortified, we'll have a base to control the area."

Brian folded the report, nodding in agreement. "We'll adjust as necessary. I have full faith in each of you—make the preparations, and let me know if anything changes."

Brian's eyes swept over his officers, taking in their reports and the progress they'd made. The preparations had gone smoothly, but the question that weighed on his mind now was simple: were they truly ready to move east?

"Are we ready to move?" Brian asked, his tone steady but carrying the weight of expectation.

Sima Yi's gaze shifted, first to Zhuge Liang, then to Fa Zheng, Pang Tong, and finally to Jiang Wei, silently assessing their expressions. The air was thick with anticipation. Each strategist gave a slight nod, signaling their readiness. Sima Yi turned back to Brian, his expression sharp and unwavering.

"We are ready, my lord," Sima Yi confirmed. "The men are prepared, the beasts are in line, and the siege units are operational. Deng Yang will be our next move."

Zhuge Liang added, his voice calm as ever, "The engineers are finalizing the fortifications, and once we reach Deng Yang, we can begin the process of securing the area for the longer campaign."

Fa Zheng chimed in with his characteristic confidence. "The siege units will provide the necessary defense until we can fortify further. The men are eager to proceed."

Brian nodded, his gaze sweeping over each of them once more. The plan was solid, and the preparations were complete. "Then we move east."

With that, the strategists dispersed, each ready to execute their part of the plan. Brian stood for a moment, watching them go, a quiet satisfaction settling over him. The campaign to the east was no longer just a plan on paper—it was real, and they were ready.


The army had moved swiftly and efficiently after the decisive battle at Nan Jun and Jiang Ling. The clashes had been fierce, but Brian's forces had emerged victorious, recruiting twelve new officers into their ranks. With the battle behind them, they set to work on securing the region, building a new harbor to facilitate movement along the Yangtze River, and establishing a crucial trade route with Hua Rong and Mian Yang. The bandits that once plagued the area had been eradicated, their influence shattered by Brian's relentless campaigns, turning these cities into vital hubs for resources and supplies.

The newly built harbor bustled with activity, providing a stronghold for the transportation of goods and men as the army prepared to move further east. The nearby rivers allowed for the careful transport of heavy siege units—juggernauts, catapults, rams, and ballistae—onto the boats. Each unit was securely fastened, and tied down with reinforced ropes to ensure safe passage during the journey ahead.

But it wasn't just the physical strength of the army that propelled them forward. The use of magic had become an integral part of their strategy. Under the guidance of Pang Tong, Zuo Ci, and the Zhang brothers, the sorceresses performed small-scale rituals, summoning controlled gusts of wind to assist in moving the boats. These gentle breezes helped guide the vessels, lessening the strain on the rowers and increasing the overall efficiency of their journey.

The army functioned like a well-oiled machine. Each division, from the engineers to the magic users, played its part flawlessly: the siege units were transported across the waters without incident, the supply lines flowed steadily, and the sorcery provided an unseen force guiding them eastward. The boats, filled with soldiers, supplies, and siege equipment, cut through the water, their destination clear—Deng Yang. But before the main force arrived, Brian's diplomats had already set the tone for the city's future. The message was simple: submit to the Emperor's authority and maintain peace, or prepare for the consequences of battle.

The inhabitants of Deng Yang, sensing the futility of resistance and seeing the promise of a stable future under Brian's rule, chose submission. By the time Brian and his forces reached the city, it was not a battlefield but a potential fortress waiting to be secured. There was no hesitation—Brian's first order of business was the fortification of Deng Yang.

The engineers, under Fa Zheng's direction, immediately got to work. Siege units that had been transported by boat—juggernauts, catapults, and ballistae—were positioned strategically along the city's walls. The soldiers, well-rested from the journey, began constructing additional defensive barriers, reinforcing the gates and strengthening the perimeter with trenches and watchtowers. The city's existing fortifications were fortified further, with a clear focus on making Deng Yang an impregnable stronghold.

Brian didn't stop at defense. The next priority was establishing key trade routes, both to strengthen the city's economy and ensure that supplies would continue to flow smoothly from Hua Rong and Mian Yang. Merchants, once hesitant, now saw the opportunities under Brian's rule, and trade agreements were quickly put into place. The city's markets bustled with activity, filling the streets with goods from distant provinces. Food, weapons, and resources flowed into Deng Yang as it prepared to become a critical hub for Brian's expanding campaign.

Brian, ever meticulous, also turned his attention to local issues. The city's leadership had remained intact, but they now worked under his direction. Corruption was rooted out, and systems were put in place to ensure fair governance. He personally spoke to the city's leaders, ensuring they understood the Emperor's vision for a unified and prosperous China. It wasn't just about military dominance—Brian sought to turn Deng Yang into a city that thrived under his rule, not just survived.

The combination of fortification, economic growth, and political stability transformed Deng Yang. Within weeks, what had once been an ordinary city became a fortress and a symbol of Brian's influence in the east. The roads leading to the city bustled with trade caravans, while the walls bristled with siege weapons and soldiers ready for any threat that might come from the stalemate between Wen Yang and Lu Xun's forces.

Yet, as the city evolved into a vital stronghold, Brian himself would not witness its full transformation. After securing Deng Yang, he had already moved on with his army, continuing the campaign after a decisive victory over Wen Yang and Lu Xun. His vision had set the foundation, but Deng Yang's future was in the hands of those he entrusted to hold the fort.


Author notes:

This was it for chapter 21.

I finally cleared half of the last campaign. That feels good!

Sorry I didn't write anything about the battle against Wen Cang and against the forces of Lu Xun, but I could not picture how those would be any cooler than the battles we had so far. However, we have three duels left, and they will not make it easy. Zhang Liao in He Fei, Sima Yi's children in Guangling, and lastly, Sun Jian in Wujun.

Let me know what you think of this chapter. I appreciated all the reviews. You have no idea how much a single nice comment can make an entire day. Anyway, this was it for chapter 21, and hope to see you legends in the next one. Beyor out!