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Sun Jian sat quietly in his tent, staring at the map of Wu Jun spread out before him. His hand traced the familiar contours of the land he had fought for his entire life, but tonight, those lines felt foreign, like they belonged to someone else. The once-proud Tiger of Jiangdong now sat in silence, the weight of his failures pressing down on him. The fire crackled softly in the corner, casting long shadows on the canvas walls of the tent, but its warmth did little to ease the coldness that had settled in his chest.
He tried to force a smile as his officers moved in and out, delivering reports and discussing strategies. He nodded at them, offering brief words of encouragement, but inside, his mind was elsewhere. Zhou Yu, always the strategist, had come up with a plan to rally the people from the surrounding towns, gathering a sizable force under his banner. They had nearly a hundred thousand soldiers ready to defend Wu Jun, but Sun Jian knew better than anyone that numbers alone wouldn't win this battle.
Zhou Yu had been tireless in his efforts to prepare for Brian's inevitable arrival. The younger man's confidence seemed unwavering, his eyes filled with the same fire Sun Jian used to have. He admired Zhou Yu for that, but he couldn't share his optimism. Not anymore.
The kingdom of Wu had fractured, not because of an invading force, but from within. His sons had quarreled, and the people had grown restless, disillusioned with the constant warfare and instability. Sun Jian had tried to hold it all together, but it felt like trying to grip sand—it just kept slipping through his fingers.
The flap of the tent rustled as Sun Jing, his brother, entered. The look of concern on Sun Jing's face was hard to miss, though he tried to hide it. "The men are ready, Sun Jian. Zhou Yu has gathered everyone. We'll have the numbers we need."
Sun Jian forced a smile. "Good," he said, his voice steady but hollow. "Make sure they're prepared."
Sun Jing nodded, though his eyes lingered on his brother for a moment longer than necessary before turning and leaving the tent. Sun Jian watched him go, and once he was alone again, the smile fell from his face. He leaned back in his chair, staring up at the darkened ceiling of the tent. He felt tired. Not the kind of tiredness that came from a lack of sleep, but a deep exhaustion that weighed on his very soul.
Zhou Yu had put his faith in this last stand, hoping that the forces they gathered would be enough to stop Brian's army. Huang Gai, ever loyal and strong, stood ready, his body still a pillar of strength despite the years of battle. Xiaoqiao, her cheerfulness masking the tension she surely felt, had been working tirelessly to raise the morale of the troops. Jiang Gan, Song Xian, Zu Mao—they all believed in him, believed that this final stand could turn the tide. But Sun Jian...he wasn't sure if he believed in anything anymore.
He had fought for so long, sacrificed so much, and for what? Wu was a shadow of its former self. The people had rebelled, his family had splintered, and now, they faced the greatest threat of all in Brian's army—an army that had already crushed everything in its path. His gaze drifted to the map again, but the lines blurred, his mind too clouded to focus.
What would Shangxiang think of him now? His daughter had chosen to stand by Brian's side, and now he was about to face the man she had married. Would she be proud of him? Or would she see the hollow shell of the man he once was? The thought tightened his chest. He had tried to keep the family together, to give them a future, but it had all crumbled. Would he even be able to look her in the eye after this? Could he bring himself to stand against the man she loved?
He shook his head, pushing the thought away, but it lingered in the back of his mind, gnawing at him. The fear that perhaps his time had passed. That he was no longer the warrior he once was.
As the night deepened, Sun Jian stepped out of his tent, taking in the sight of the bustling camp. His soldiers moved with purpose, reinforcing the walls, sharpening weapons, and preparing for the battle that would come at dawn. The torches flickered in the darkness, their light dancing erratically over the ground, while the thick scent of sweat and fear clung to the air.
He looked out toward the horizon, where he knew Brian's forces would soon appear. The mere thought of that man filled him with a strange mixture of dread and curiosity. Brian had done the impossible—he had united China under his banner, bringing together men and women from all factions, and forging an army that seemed unstoppable. How? How had he done what Sun Jian had spent his entire life trying to achieve?
The torches flickered in the darkness, their light wavering as if unsure of its purpose. The air felt thick with sweat and the lingering scent of fear, hanging low over the camp like an oppressive fog. Sun Jian stood at the edge of his tent, watching his officers and soldiers move about in the dim glow. The sounds of hurried footsteps, whispered commands and the clinking of armor filled the night, but none of it truly reached him. His mind was elsewhere, far from the preparations for battle.
His thoughts drifted back to his children—Shangxiang, Sun Quan, Sun Ce. He had raised them to be strong, to be pillars of the Sun family's legacy, and now, they stood on the other side of the battlefield. What were they thinking? Would they be there, standing beside Brian when the battle began? Would they be proud of their father, or ashamed of the man he had become?
Shangxiang... She had always been the most spirited of his children, a fire in her heart that matched her prowess in battle. He could almost see her now, standing tall beside Brian, that same fire still burning bright. But did it still burn for him, her father? Or had Brian, the man she now followed, extinguished it? Sun Jian's chest tightened with the thought, the guilt gnawing at him like a wound that refused to heal.
And what of Sun Quan, his brilliant son? Once the hope of the family, the one who would carry the Sun name forward. But now, under Brian's banner, had he found a new purpose? Sun Jian couldn't help but wonder if Sun Quan still believed in the path his father had laid for him, or if he had abandoned that belief for the strength and unity Brian promised. Would his son look at him in the battle to come and see a proud father, or just a man who had lost his way?
Then there was Sun Ce... the Little Conqueror. The son who had always charged headlong into battle, never afraid of the consequences. Sun Jian had always admired his bravery, but now he wondered if Sun Ce's loyalty had been swayed by Brian's vision. Would his eldest son still respect him, the man who had given him everything, or would he see him as an obstacle standing in the way of progress?
Sun Jian let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his eyes. It was difficult to think that his own children were now fighting for another cause—Brian's cause. How had it come to this? He had fought his whole life to protect his family, to ensure the Sun name would endure. But now, that name was fractured, scattered across enemy lines. Would his children still remember him as the father who had fought for them, or had they already moved on, forging their own destinies under Brian's shadow?
The thought haunted him, filling him with a deep sense of loss. He had wanted to build a legacy for his family, a future where they could thrive. But now, he wasn't sure what legacy he had left. Would his children even mourn him if he fell in this battle?
His heart was heavy with regret. His grip on the sword at his side tightened, though the weight of it felt foreign to him now. He had once been the "Tiger of Jiangdong," feared and respected, but now he felt like a shell of that man—tired, burdened by the weight of decisions he could no longer take back.
Would his children understand? Would they even care?
"My lord."
The voice pulled him from his thoughts, and Sun Jian turned to see Zhou Yu approaching. The younger man's face was calm, but Sun Jian could see the tension in his eyes. Even Zhou Yu, with all his confidence, knew the stakes of the coming battle.
"The men are ready," Zhou Yu said. "Everything is in place."
"Good," Sun Jian replied, his voice steady, though the weight in his chest remained. "You've done well."
Zhou Yu hesitated for a moment as if he wanted to say more, but he simply nodded and turned to leave. Sun Jian watched him go, his heart heavy with guilt. He was the one who should have been leading these preparations, inspiring the men, but he couldn't shake the feeling that no matter what they did, it wouldn't be enough.
Alone again, Sun Jian took a deep breath and tried to center himself. He had been through countless battles and faced impossible odds, and yet he had always fought. But now, for the first time in his life, he wasn't sure if he had the strength to continue.
He had raised the banner of rebellion and gathered the remnants of Wu, but it felt like a last, desperate gasp. Could he truly face Brian, a man who had accomplished what no one else could? A man who had somehow earned the loyalty of even his fiercest rivals? Sun Jian didn't know if he could win this fight. But he knew he had to try.
For his people. For his family. For the legacy he had fought so hard to protect.
The battle would come, and when it did, the Tiger of Jiangdong would stand tall, even if it was for the last time.
The early morning air was thick with fatigue, though the sun had barely begun to rise. A mist clung to the ground, and the camp, usually buzzing with energy, felt quieter—tired. The weight of months of fighting had pressed down on every soldier, officer, and beast. Brian walked through the camp, feeling the tiredness deep in his bones. His officers were already up, preparing the troops for what would be the final battle in this long campaign.
Sun Ce, Zhao Yun, and Yu Jin had the soldiers lined up in perfect formation, their movements precise despite the exhaustion that clung to them. The lines of soldiers moved like a single entity, their training and discipline evident as they prepared for the upcoming fight. Sun Ce's voice rang out, crisp and authoritative, as he barked final commands, but even he, usually so full of fire, seemed to carry a weight this morning.
Over by the siege units, Yueying and Zhuge Liang worked together, quietly discussing the strategy. The catapults, battering rams, and juggernauts had been checked over a hundred times, but they were still meticulous, ensuring that nothing was overlooked. Brian could see their attention to detail, even now, but there was a certain weariness to their movements. Yueying adjusted one of the catapults, her hands moving over the wood as if it were an extension of herself, while Zhuge Liang glanced toward the horizon, his eyes narrowing as though he could already see the battle unfolding.
Lu Xun, Zhu Ran, and Lu Meng had gathered near the supply wagons, discussing the plans for fire attacks. They spoke in low voices, planning both offensive and defensive maneuvers, their eyes sharp but their faces tired. The fire would be their tool today, a weapon that could just as easily turn against them if not managed properly.
Further down, Meng Huo and Zhu Rong stood with Xu Shu and Daqiao near the beasts. The elephants, wolves, and tigers were restless, their great forms shifting uneasily as they prepared for battle. Meng Huo's booming laugh echoed as he spoke to Xu Shu, but even he seemed subdued this morning. Zhu Rong ran her hands along one of the elephants, her gaze thoughtful as she murmured to her husband. The beasts were ready, but their mood mirrored that of the soldiers—worn out, yet resolved.
At the edge of the camp, Zhang Jiao, his brothers, Zuo Ci, and Gan Ji stood near the ritual spots, deep in discussion with Sima Yi. They spoke in hushed tones, their eyes dark with the weight of what was to come. Sima Yi, always calculating, gestured toward the horizon, his mind already working through the intricacies of the magic they would use to support the battle without directly engaging. It was a delicate balance, one that required precision, and none of them were in the mood for mistakes.
Further still, Cao Cao, Liu Bei, and Sun Quan stood together, looking out over the camp. There was an odd camaraderie between the three, their old rivalries softened by the shared experiences of this campaign. Cao Cao, his hands behind his back, spoke quietly, the sharpness of his usual demeanor replaced with a contemplative tone.
"It all changed so quickly," Cao Cao said, his voice a low rumble. "Less than two years ago, we were scrambling, uncertain of what the future held. Desperate. Now...look at us."
Liu Bei nodded, his gaze distant as he looked toward the morning mist. "I never thought I'd fight alongside you both, much less follow someone like Brian. But here we are, stronger than ever." He glanced back to where Guan Yu and Zhang Fei stood, his brothers as always. Zhang Fei seemed distracted, his attention drawn to Xingcai, though he was kept at bay by Vijay, the elephant, who stood between them, its massive form acting as a protective wall.
Sun Quan, arms crossed, allowed a small smile to break through his serious expression. "I look forward to seeing my father again. Perhaps we'll finally bury the hatchet."
Brian moved toward the camp's center, where his beasts were gathered. Azeil and Kato, his tigers, rested on the outskirts, their eyes following him as he approached. His wolves circled nearby, always watching, always protective. Bruno the bear and Vijay the elephant stood tall and still, their presence a calming force despite the morning's tension.
Before he could take another step, Lianshi approached him, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Brian," she began, her voice soft, "your wolves...they've been following me around all morning like loyal dogs. I don't mind, but...it's strange."
Brian glanced at the wolves, noticing how they moved in step with her for the first time, their eyes never leaving her. His fatigue clouded his thoughts, but the sight struck him as odd. He thought back to the last few days and realized that the wolves, the tigers—even Vijay—had behaved strangely around Lianshi, Xingcai, and Shangxiang.
"I've noticed it too," Brian admitted. "They've been sticking close to all three of you."
Lianshi's confusion deepened. "Why, though?"
Brian opened his mouth to respond but stopped. His mind, clouded by exhaustion, couldn't piece it together. The campaign had stretched him to his limits, and though something about the situation felt important, he couldn't grasp what it was. Instead, he sighed, reaching down to pet Azeil, his fingers running through the tiger's thick fur.
"Maybe they're just protective," he said quietly, more to himself than Lianshi.
She nodded, though it was clear she didn't fully understand either. Still, she smiled softly at the wolves, patting one on the head as it brushed up against her leg. Brian looked over at Xingcai, who was resting nearby, her exhaustion apparent. Sun Shangxiang was beside her, her usual fiery spirit dulled but not extinguished.
Brian rubbed the back of his neck, too tired to push the thought any further. He leaned down, petting his beasts with a gentle hand, whispering to them. "Protect them well," he murmured, the command meant for his animal companions.
As the morning sun rose, Brian stood and looked over his camp. This was the final battle.
Brian sat atop his steed, Shadow Runner, the cool morning breeze brushing past his face as he looked out over the battlefield. His armor, though worn from months of battle, gleamed faintly in the morning sun. But it wasn't the light or the warmth he was focused on—it was the map in the top right corner of his vision. The simplified but perfect display showed every strategic point, every possible route, with his allies in blue and enemies marked in ominous red. The battlefield stretched before him, vast and perilous, and this would be the final step in his campaign.
His hand rested firmly on Soul Crusher, the halberd that had seen countless victories. As his fingers tightened around its grip, a familiar shockwave coursed through him, sparking his nerves to attention. It wasn't overwhelming—it was just enough. Enough to keep his mind sharp, his senses heightened, and his focus unwavering. His vision sharpened, and the map in his peripheral became clearer. The simplified layout painted the terrain in a way only he could see. He knew exactly where every fortress, every hill, and every barricade lay.
To the northwest, where he stood, his own camp was nestled—fortified and brimming with activity as his officers prepared the troops. From his position, the east route lay ahead, leading him past a waterpond and toward a heavily guarded fortress where Zhou Yu and Xiao Qiao had stationed themselves. A difficult path, but not insurmountable. Just before the steep climb to the main camp, a key fortress defended the approach.
South of his camp, a small fortress guarded the west, while further south lay the town fortress, crucial for securing the middle of the battlefield. Another fortress stood at the center of the map, strategically placed on a hill that could serve as the perfect ambush point. Huang Gai, ever the strategist, had fortified the location, ready to spring a trap.
To the southeast, the barricade zone stretched out before Wu Jun, where Sun Jian had gathered his remaining forces. Siege units, ballistae, and other defenses lined the path—Zhou Yu's preparation to stall any advance toward the main camp. But Brian had planned for this. His mind had already run through dozens of scenarios, and each path, each enemy movement, was already accounted for.
Glancing to his side, he caught the gaze of Sima Yi and Fa Zheng. The two strategists nodded subtly, understanding the moment without words. They had coordinated the beginning of this final assault, their minds as sharp and precise as ever. A quick gesture from Brian signaled the start of their coordinated attack.
Without hesitation, Brian spurred Shadow Runner forward, the horse responding with a burst of speed. The thunderous sound of hooves echoed through the camp, and the soldiers parted as their commander rode ahead. He didn't need to look back—he knew his officers were ready. Zhao Yun, Sun Ce, and Yu Jin were already positioning the troops into perfect formations. Yueying and Zhuge Liang ensured the siege units were primed and ready, while Lu Xun, Zhu Ran, and Lu Meng prepared their fire strategies.
Brian charged toward the eastern path, his eyes fixed on the waterpond fortress ahead. He would take the fight straight to Zhou Yu's defenses. His halberd gleamed in the sunlight, Soul Crusher vibrating with energy as he prepared to tear through the enemy lines. In his vision, the map shifted slightly, showing the positions of enemy forces waiting just beyond the pond.
He could see Zhou Yu's banner fluttering in the distance, along with the smaller figure of Xiao Qiao. The red markers indicated heavy fortifications, but Brian didn't hesitate. Shadow Runner's speed made it easy for him to maneuver, and every strike of his halberd sent shockwaves through the air, scattering enemy troops like leaves in the wind. The first wave of defenders fell beneath him as if they were nothing.
As Brian rode deeper into enemy territory, reports filtered back to him from his officers. His forces had split as planned—Zhao Yun led the assault toward the central fortress in the middle of the map, already prepared to intercept Huang Gai's ambush. Further south, Sun Ce and Lu Meng were pressing toward the town fortress, where Jiang Gan and Song Xian had taken their positions. In the southwest, Yu Jin was leading the charge against the last remaining officer, Zu Mao, holding the fortress in a desperate bid to slow Brian's forces.
Brian's mind whirred through the possibilities. He couldn't linger too long in any one place. The map in his vision showed the layers of defense ahead, and though the enemy was strong, their formations were falling one by one. His next target was the steep climb, the heavily defended route that led to the heart of Sun Jian's stronghold.
Brian's heart pounded with the rhythm of battle. The final push had begun, and there was no turning back.
Map Breakdown:
Northwest (Brian's Start Point): Brian's camp fortified.
East Route: Waterpond and Fortress before reaching a key stronghold. Zhou Yu and Xiao Qiao stationed there.
South Path: Small fortress west, Town Fortress south (middle west of map), connecting to central hill fortress.
Middle Path: Central hill fortress (perfect ambush point, held by Huang Gai), connects to the steep climb towards the main camp.
South middle (Barricade Zone): Siege units, ballistae defending Wu Jun, Sun Jian's main stronghold.
Southwest Path: Fortress held by Zu Mao.
Southeast: Sun Jian's main camp.
Officers Positioned:
North/East (Waterpond & Key Fortress): Zhou Yu, Xiao Qiao.
Middle Ambush Hill Fortress: Huang Gai.
South (Town Fortress): Jiang Gan, Song Xian.
Southwest (Fortress): Zu Mao.
Southeast (main base): Sun Jian.
The battle had begun, and Brian's every move would determine the future of the land. He rode into the heart of the fight, unflinching and resolute.
The battlefield erupted with the sound of clashing steel, the deafening roars of men and beasts, and the chaotic thunder of war drums. Yet amidst the storm of battle, one figure tore through the enemy ranks with a grace and speed that seemed almost unreal. Brian, riding on Shadow Runner, moved like a force of nature. His halberd, Soul Crusher, gleamed in the sunlight as he cleaved through lines of soldiers, scattering them as though they were nothing more than leaves caught in a storm.
Ma Chao gritted his teeth, spurring his horse forward as he tried to keep up with Brian. A member of the elite Liang cavalry unit, Ma Chao was renowned for his speed and strength, but even he struggled to match Brian's relentless pace. Every time he thought he had caught up, Brian surged ahead, cutting through enemies like a lightning bolt. Shadow Runner's hooves barely seemed to touch the ground as they galloped through the battlefield, and Ma Chao could only watch in awe.
"How does he move like that?" Ma Chao muttered to himself, frustration creeping into his voice. He had faced countless warriors, but none had ever moved with such purpose, such focus. Despite the impossible pace, a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. Even though he couldn't keep up, the sight of Brian leading from the front filled him with pride. They were going to win this. He could feel it in his bones.
Meanwhile, on the eastern front, Pang De found himself locked in a fierce duel with Zhou Yu, their weapons clashing with deadly precision. Despite the intensity of their fight, Pang De's eyes flickered over Zhou Yu's shoulder for just a moment, catching sight of Brian as he rode through a group of enemy soldiers. With a single swing of his halberd, Brian cut down five men in one motion, the force of the blow sending shockwaves through the ground. The sheer power of the attack left the soldiers stunned, giving Pang De the opening he needed.
"You won't hold this position for long, Zhou Yu," Pang De said, a smirk creeping across his face as Brian disappeared into the fray once more.
Zhou Yu, momentarily distracted by the sight of Brian's unstoppable momentum, could only grit his teeth in frustration. "Damn him…"
Behind Brian, Wang Yi moved like a shadow, her twin blades flashing as she carved a path through any soldier who dared to stand in her way. Her eyes never left Brian's back as he cut through the battlefield. Every time a soldier thought they could strike at Brian from behind, Wang Yi was there, her blades singing through the air as she cut them down.
"I'll protect your back, my lord," Wang Yi whispered fiercely, her eyes narrowing as she deflected an incoming spear, countering with a deadly precision that left her opponent crumpled on the ground. Her heart raced, not from fear, but from excitement. Brian's presence filled her with energy as if his very will was carrying her forward.
Further north, at the middle fortress, Cao Cao and Xiahou Dun stood atop the ramparts, surveying the battlefield. They had been fighting tooth and nail to hold the fortress against wave after wave of enemy reinforcements, but as Brian rode past them, smashing through another line of soldiers, a ripple of excitement ran through the men.
"Look at him go," Xiahou Dun said, his voice filled with admiration as he raised his sword in salute. "He fights like a man possessed."
Cao Cao, ever the strategist, nodded, his lips curling into a smile. "He's more than just a warrior. He's a symbol. His presence alone raises our spirits and pushes us to fight harder. This is why we follow him." He raised his sword high, shouting across the fortress walls, "For Brian!"
The soldiers around them echoed the cry, their spirits soaring as they watched their commander tear through the battlefield.
Zhao Yun and Jiang Wei were deep in combat, engaged in a deadly dance with Huang Gai. Despite the fierce resistance from the veteran warrior, the moment they saw Brian rush past them, their spirits soared. Zhao Yun's spear twirled in his hands, the silver gleam cutting down two soldiers with a single strike.
"Look at him," Jiang Wei breathed, awe in his voice as he blocked a strike from an enemy soldier and countered with a devastating blow. "He's unstoppable."
Zhao Yun grinned, the sight of Brian pushing him to fight even harder. "This battle is as good as won. Let's show Huang Gai why!"
Huang Gai, though a seasoned warrior, struggled to hold his ground as Brian's forces surged around him, their morale bolstered by the sight of their leader. He could feel the tide turning, the momentum slipping away from him with every passing moment.
At the town fortress, Lu Bu was a whirlwind of chaos. His massive halberd tore through soldier after soldier, leaving destruction in his wake. But even the mighty Lu Bu couldn't help but pause for a moment as Brian rode past him, smashing through the enemy ranks with an ease that mirrored his own strength.
Lu Bu grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Finally, someone who can keep up with me!" he roared, slamming his halberd into the ground and sending a shockwave through the enemy ranks.
From the rear of the town fortress, Sun Ce and Sun Quan pushed forward, cutting through the enemy lines. Sun Ce, his twin tonfas spinning in his hands, glanced at Brian's figure charging into the fray.
"That's our brother-in-law," Sun Ce laughed, adrenaline coursing through him. "He'll break this battle wide open!"
Sun Quan, usually more reserved, couldn't help but smile as well. "Let's keep up. We've got a family reunion to get to."
Together, the brothers pushed forward, their strikes fierce and coordinated, as the forces of Brian's army followed their commander's lead. Brian rode ahead, his beasts at his side, his halberd carving a path straight toward the heart of the enemy's defenses.
Every officer and every soldier who saw Brian felt their spirits lift. He was more than just a leader—he was a force of nature, a beacon of hope, and with him at the helm, victory was inevitable.
The battlefield was quiet as Brian's forces pressed onward, but the final stretch was still heavily fortified. The last two fortresses loomed before them, flanked by the intricate and dangerous barricade zone where Sun Jian's forces had placed ballistae, traps, and heavily armed soldiers. The tension was palpable, with the knowledge that just beyond this stronghold lay the final camp—Sun Jian's last defense.
Dong Zhuo, massive and commanding as ever, led the charge. His axe swung down with brutal force, sending soldiers flying as they tried in vain to hold the line. But even Dong Zhuo's brutal assault felt like a backdrop to the true spectacle—Brian's relentless advance through the barricades.
Dong Zhuo grinned as he looked up, seeing Brian smash through yet another barricade, his halberd cutting through the heavily defended line like it was nothing. "Hmph, I may be a monster on the battlefield, but that one... he's inhuman." His eyes gleamed with twisted pride at being on the same side.
Beside him, Zhang Fei roared with laughter, his snake spear sweeping through a group of soldiers trying to flank him. His gaze shifted towards Brian, who continued to slice through the barricades, and he smirked.
"Look at him go! That lord of mine doesn't know when to stop!" Zhang Fei bellowed, his voice loud enough to shake the walls of the fortress. His booming laugh echoed as he charged forward with even more fervor, inspired by Brian's ferocity.
Guan Yu, usually more reserved, couldn't help but watch in awe as Brian shattered the final layers of defense before the barricaded zone. His blade, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, was already slick with the blood of their enemies, but even he had to admit, watching Brian tear through the enemy with Shadow Runner beneath him and Soul Crusher in hand was something remarkable.
"Such power..." Guan Yu muttered to himself as he felled another group of soldiers. "No wonder so many have flocked to his banner."
Further back in the line, Li Dian and Yue Jin, having spent most of the campaign guarding the supply line, were finally getting their chance to enter the heat of battle. Li Dian, whose patience had worn thin from inactivity, charged forward with renewed vigor, slashing through the ranks of enemies with his spear.
"I knew it was only a matter of time before we got to join the real fight," Li Dian grunted, his eyes lighting up as he watched Brian ahead of them. "Now we'll show them how well we guard a supply line."
Yue Jin chuckled, blocking an incoming strike with his shield before countering. "Not bad for someone who's been sitting on the sidelines."
The two of them pressed on, their morale surging higher with every step, bolstered by the sight of their commander plowing through every obstacle in his path.
Further in the rear, Yuan Shao cut a regal figure as he fought, his movements calculated and precise, as if even on the battlefield, he refused to let go of his noble bearing. He couldn't help but marvel at the sheer force of will Brian exuded.
"To think a man with such raw power has united so many under one banner," Yuan Shao mused aloud as he decimated a group of soldiers who dared approach. His eyes followed Brian's swift movements with begrudging admiration. "It seems history will remember this day, and it will be his name that's carved into the annals of victory."
Even as they pressed forward, Brian continued to smash through the barricades. The fortresses ahead trembled under the force of his blows. Every swing of his halberd was met with the sound of collapsing defenses, and the soldiers who had tried so hard to hold these final strongholds were now scattered, unable to stand against him.
"Forward!" Dong Zhuo roared, swinging his axe wildly. "We break through now! Follow Brian's lead!"
With a collective roar, the rest of Brian's forces surged, inspired by their leader's seemingly unbreakable will. The barricades fell, one after another, and the final stretch towards Sun Jian's main camp began to open before them.
Brian, always at the front, never slowed. His beasts ran alongside him, roaring and howling, a fearsome sight that sent terror into the hearts of any remaining enemy soldiers. His halberd gleamed in the rising sun, and his presence alone felt like the harbinger of victory.
As the last barricade crumbled under Brian's assault, the officers behind him couldn't help but be in awe of the man leading them. The final battle was upon them, and with Brian at the helm, there was no doubt in any of their minds that victory was within reach.
The final assault on Wu Jun was at hand. The massive siege weapons, catapults and battering rams, were in position, lined up like harbingers of doom. Yueying and Zhuge Liang had ensured the precise positioning, their strategies maximizing the efficiency of each strike. With every pull of the lever, the catapults hurled heavy boulders at the towering walls of Sun Jian's fortress, shaking the very foundation of the city. Siege towers were slowly creeping toward the walls, pushed by a combination of Brian's soldiers and powerful beasts under Meng Huo's command.
The thunderous booms of impact echoed through the battlefield as each boulder crashed against the ancient stone walls. The defenses were formidable, but they wouldn't last long under the relentless assault of Brian's forces. The soldiers manning the siege weapons were focused and determined, knowing that this was the final push, the final obstacle before Sun Jian's forces could be brought to heel.
At the front of the lines, Chen Gong, Guo Jia, and Jia Xu stood calmly, their eyes scanning the battlefield. Though the siege was well underway, their minds remained sharp, ensuring every detail of the reinforcements was secured. The roads behind them were guarded, their supply lines protected. Every contingency had been thought of, every possible weakness accounted for. This was a victory that would not be stolen from them by carelessness.
"We've made sure the rear is locked down. No surprises this time," Jia Xu said with a rare grin, his sharp eyes flicking to Chen Gong and Guo Jia.
"Indeed," Chen Gong added. "Every reinforcement point is secure. Sun Jian has no tricks left to pull."
Guo Jia, always the quiet thinker, nodded in agreement. "All that remains is to break these walls and claim the victory."
Ahead of them, Lu Bu stood at the base of one of the siege towers, his spear resting over his shoulder as he watched the destruction unfold. His patience was running thin, the beast within him ready to be unleashed. But even he understood the importance of the final assault and held himself back for the right moment.
"I'll tear through the gates myself if these boulders take too long," Lu Bu muttered, his eyes narrowing as another strike shook the walls.
Meanwhile, Brian remained mounted on Shadow Runner, surveying the battle with his in-game menu hovering in the corner of his vision. The simplified map showed the positioning of his allies—blue marks surrounding the city in a near-complete circle. Only the last barrier remained: Sun Jian's fortress.
His forces had gathered en masse now. Sun Ce and Sun Quan, both of whom had personal stakes in this battle, rode alongside their lord, their eyes fixed on the city that had once been their home. They were tense but resolute, knowing that what lay ahead wasn't just a military victory but a personal one.
"Father is strong, but he knows when he's beaten," Sun Quan said, his voice steady despite the emotions that surely roiled within him.
Sun Ce nodded but remained silent, his jaw clenched as he watched the walls tremble under the assault.
In the distance, Zhao Yun and Jiang Wei had arrived at the front, fresh from the battle with Huang Gai's forces. They stood ready to strike the moment the walls fell, their spears gleaming under the morning light.
Behind them, Cao Cao and Xiahou Dun raised their weapons, rallying the troops for the final push. Wang Yi, ever the shadow behind Brian, moved through the ranks, her sharp eyes never leaving the gates. Every soldier who saw her felt the weight of her determination.
As Brian raised his hand, the catapults launched another round of devastating boulders. The walls finally began to crumble under the relentless barrage. Stones fell away, revealing the gaps in the city's defenses.
"The time has come," Brian said, his voice calm but filled with purpose. He turned to his officers. "Prepare for the final assault. Once the gates are down, we move in, all of us."
A massive crack split the air as the battering rams finally broke through one of the gate's central supports. The wall buckled, collapsing with a loud crash, sending dust and debris into the air.
"Forward!" Brian commanded, and with that, the final push began.
Sun Ce and Sun Quan led the charge alongside their brother-in-law, their faces grim but determined. Zhu Ran and Lu Xun set fire to key sections of the defense, ensuring that any remaining resistance would be met with a blazing onslaught. Zhang Fei and Guan Yu, already battle-worn, roared as they stormed the crumbling defenses, breaking the last of Sun Jian's outer soldiers with sheer force.
Brian rode Shadow Runner ahead of his forces, leading them through the shattered gates. Behind him, every officer, every soldier surged forward, pushing through the final barricades, knowing that this was the end of their campaign.
The city was theirs.
The air in Wu Jun was thick with humidity, the afternoon sun hanging heavily overhead. Inside the courtyard of Wu Jun castle, the heat was oppressive. Clothes and armor clung to damp skin, the smell of sweat thick in the air. Yet, everyone was too exhausted to care.
Brian stood at the center of the courtyard, his Soul Crusher pointed at the fallen leader of Wu. Sun Jian, once a powerful and wise ruler, knelt before him, his blaze sword lying discarded in a corner.
Behind Brian, his army gathered in silence. Officers who had been with him from the very beginning stood alongside those who had joined him later. It didn't matter—each one bore witness to this final moment of Brian uniting the land under his banner. Figures like Bo Zhang and Zhang Jun, who had fought with him since the first battle, stood shoulder to shoulder with Sun Quan and Shangxiang, the first legendary officers to join his side.
Shangxiang, Sun Ce, and Sun Quan waited just behind him, watching their father with heavy hearts. Zhou Yu, Huang Gai, Xiao Qiao, and the other officers of Wu stood in solemn witness, the futility of their resistance weighing heavily upon them.
Brian's eyes flicked to Shangxiang, noticing how his tigers still circled her, their vigilant presence never faltering. He couldn't understand why they were so protective of her, but in that moment, he didn't have the energy to question it.
His body felt like lead. The powerful muscles that had carried him through countless battles were pushed to their absolute limits, and he felt his legs tremble beneath him. Soul Crusher, normally an extension of his strength, now felt impossibly heavy in his hands. His heightened senses were dulled, his mind a haze of exhaustion and pain. Sweat poured from his brow—not just from the sweltering heat, but from the sheer effort it had taken to reach this point. His thoughts were scattered, a migraine pulsing at the back of his skull.
Yet, despite it all, he stood tall, and with a voice strained but steady, he spoke the words to end it all. "Surrender, Sun Jian. There's no need to continue this."
Sun Jian looked up at him, his eyes hollow, defeated—the same look Brian had seen in Liu Bei and Cao Cao before him. The look of a man who had lost his ambition, reduced to a shadow of the warrior he once was. Brian couldn't help but wonder why he had ever been nervous to meet his father-in-law when the man before him was so far removed from the legend.
"I... yield," Sun Jian muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, thick with emotion. "I surrender."
Sun Shangxiang, Sun Ce, and Sun Quan moved closer, carefully stepping through the fallen debris and fractured stone. The soldiers stirred, preparing to move in and capture Sun Jian, but Brian stopped them with a simple motion of his hand.
His officers exchanged confused glances, none understanding what was happening. Sun Quan, Fa Zheng, Zhuge Liang, and even Liu Shan, all veterans of Brian's war councils, couldn't make sense of his sudden decision.
Without a word, Brian raised Soul Crusher above his head, the weapon's wickedly sharp ends gleaming in the afternoon sun, aimed directly at Sun Jian. The remaining officers of Wu gasped, their screams stifled by the fear that Brian might kill their lord. Zhou Yu clenched his fists, wishing to intervene, only to be stopped by the hold of his captures. Even Sima Yi, usually calm in all matters, shifted uneasily on his feet. He trusted Brian's judgment, but the tension was unbearable. Shangxiang, though nervous, remained still. She trusted her husband deeply, even now. Sun Ce tried to step forward, but Sun Quan stopped him, shaking his head. The fate of their father was not theirs to decide.
Sun Jian, on his knees, looked up at the raised halberd, then slowly lowered his head. He closed his eyes, a small, sad smile tugging at the corners of his lips. This was it—his time had come. The weight of failure crushed his shoulders, and he was ready for it all to end.
The halberd came down with force.
A deafening crash echoed through the courtyard as Soul Crusher embedded itself into the stone floor, right next to Sun Jian's kneeling form. The blade had missed him entirely. Confusion rippled through the ranks—officers and soldiers alike stared in disbelief. Sun Jian's eyes opened, only to see the weapon buried beside him.
Before anyone could react, Brian let out a thunderous roar, a primal release of all the tension, frustration, and exhaustion from the long, grueling campaign. The walls of the city seemed to tremble with the sound, reverberating through the air and shaking the hearts of those who witnessed it.
Then, he shifted his gaze back to Sun Jian, his eyes burning with intensity, but also weariness. His voice was low, firm, and piercing.
"What are you doing looking so defeated?" Brian growled, his exhaustion fueling his anger. "I met your daughter and your sons on the battlefield, and they showed more spirit than this! Don't tell me this is the man my wife grew up with. Don't tell me this is the man who will be my children's grandfather."
Sun Jian's eyes widened in shock. "Grandfather... of your children?" His voice wavered as he looked up at Brian, then quickly darted to Shangxiang standing just behind him. His breath caught in his throat as the weight of Brian's words sunk in.
Brian, still too fatigued to fully process what he had just let slip, continued, oblivious to the growing tension around him. "Join me, Sun Jian, and let's make a land where your grandchildren can live their fullest lives. Let's build something better—"
"Grandchildren?" Sun Jian interrupted, his voice louder now, eyes flicking between Brian and Shangxiang. His bewilderment was impossible to miss. The murmurs from the surrounding officers grew as the realization spread, but Sun Jian's eyes never left Shangxiang.
Brian, still not quite understanding the gravity of what he had revealed, glanced back at his wife, catching the warm, amused glint in her eyes. Shangxiang smiled, soft but full of love, and then gently rested a hand on her stomach.
"Dummy," she said with a playful shake of her head. "I was waiting for a better moment to tell you." Her words were simple, but they shattered through Brian's fatigue.
For a moment, Brian stood frozen, his mind racing to catch up. His heart, which had already been burdened with exhaustion, suddenly leaped with an intensity he hadn't felt in weeks. He blinked rapidly, trying to comprehend. "You... you're...?"
Shangxiang nodded, and that was all it took. Brian surged forward, pulling her into his arms, holding her tight as if the weight of the world had lifted off his shoulders. Tears welled up in his eyes, his chest heaving with emotion. He didn't care who saw. Lifting her slightly off the ground, he spun her gently, his joy too great to contain. "We're going to have a child!" he exclaimed, his voice cracking from the sheer rush of happiness.
Sun Quan, watching the scene, grinned widely and clapped his hands together. "Well, that makes me an uncle!" he said with a joyous laugh, stepping forward to embrace his sister and brother-in-law. Sun Ce joined in as well, their family moment bringing a warmth to the air that made even the sun seem to lose its bite.
As this tender moment unfolded, Zhang Chunhua, standing close to Xingcai, placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. Xingcai, who had been quietly observing the celebration, looked at Chunhua, her expression one of hesitation. But Zhang Chunhua gave her an encouraging nod.
With a deep breath, Xingcai finally stepped forward, her hands clasped nervously in front of her. "Brian," she began softly, drawing his attention. "There's something I need to tell you too..."
Before she could finish, a sudden movement from behind her caught everyone's attention. Vijay and Bruno stepped protectively behind Xingcai, their massive forms shielding her as if sensing the importance of the moment.
Brian's gaze shifted, his brows furrowing as he glanced between the animals and Xingcai. Then it hit him, like a bolt of lightning. The overprotectiveness of his beasts—the way they had surrounded Shangxiang for weeks, the strange behaviors of Vijay and Bruno toward Xingcai, and even his wolves following Lianshi everywhere.
"No way..." Brian whispered, his eyes wide with realization. He looked at Xingcai, who gave him a shy nod, confirming his suspicion.
Zhang Fei, who had been standing in stunned silence, dropped his weapon with a loud clang. His face twisted with shock before he let out a booming laugh. "I'm going to be a grandfather!" He rushed forward, arms wide to embrace Xingcai, but before he could reach her, Vijay gently blocked him with his trunk, keeping him at bay.
"Brian, your elephant's in my way!" Zhang Fei complained, trying to move past, but Vijay remained steadfast, his large eyes watching Zhang Fei intently.
Brian couldn't help but laugh through his tears. "I think he's just doing his job, Zhang Fei." The realization that his animals had been protecting his unborn children struck him like a hammer. "They knew before I did."
His mind raced as he pieced everything together, and suddenly, his gaze shot to Lianshi, who stood nearby, looking at him with confusion. "Lianshi..." he muttered, his voice trailing off as he recalled how his wolves had been unusually protective of her as well.
Lianshi raised a brow. "What is it?"
Brian swallowed hard, the final piece falling into place. "I think... you're pregnant too."
Lianshi blinked, her eyes widening as she processed Brian's words. "Wait… what?!" Her voice cracked with a mixture of shock and disbelief.
Brian could see the realization slowly dawning on her. She glanced down at the wolves that had been tailing her for days, their eyes soft and loyal, almost as if they were reflecting Brian's gaze. The way they circled her protectively, always near, always watchful—it all suddenly made sense. Lianshi, still in shock, finally looked up, her face softening. "I—I...," she stammered before pausing, looking at the wolves again. Her hand instinctively came to rest over her stomach. "Could it be...?"
A small, incredulous laugh escaped her lips as she took in the moment, the pieces falling into place. The wolves sat by her feet, gazing up with a knowing calmness.
Brian's mind, usually sharp and ready for anything, was at a complete standstill. He couldn't think, couldn't strategize. He could only stand there, staring in wild bewilderment, utterly speechless. Shangxiang, with her usual ease, gave him a gentle tap on the back, leaning in to whisper, "What are you spacing out for, dummy? You're going to be a father of three. Show them how much you care."
Her words snapped him back to reality. Brian shook his head, and without another thought, he rushed to Xingcai. While Zhang Fei wrestled to get past the vigilant elephant guarding his daughter, Brian wrapped Xingcai in a tight embrace, lifting her off the ground. Tears streamed down his face, but all Xingcai saw was the radiant joy in his smile.
"Let's build a loving family, Xingcai," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
She, too, began to cry, overwhelmed by the moment. "I would love that," she replied, her voice soft but filled with love.
Setting Xingcai down gently, Brian turned to Lianshi, who still looked dazed. He wrapped her in a heartfelt hug as well, holding her close as his wolves howled in approval. The sound of their howls echoed through the courtyard, a symbol of the new life that was beginning, even as a long and grueling campaign was coming to an end.
It was a sight to behold—the culmination of battles, victories, and losses giving way to the promise of a new future. Brian's love for his family shone brighter than the sun overhead, and his officers and soldiers, battle-worn and tired, couldn't help but smile.
Sun Jian's gaze wandered between Brian and his officers, lingering on the scene before him. He didn't notice Sun Ce and Sun Quan approaching until they were right beside him.
"Get up, Father," Sun Quan said, offering his hand. "You heard Lord Brian—he wants you to live."
"You're not planning to kick the bucket with a grandchild on the way, are you?" Sun Ce added with a teasing grin. "Let's bury this hatchet and enjoy the moment."
Both sons extended their hands to their father, not in judgment, but in support.
Sun Jian had expected his children to look down on him, to see him as a man who had lost his way. He had believed himself a failure as a leader, and a father. But nothing could be further from the truth. Tears welled up in his eyes as he accepted their hands, rising to his feet. The weight of his past lifted, if only for a moment, as he embraced the future, not as a defeated leader, but as a father and soon-to-be grandfather.
The campfire crackled softly as the night settled in around the army's camp. The air was still thick with the remnants of battle, but the tension that had been suffocating the soldiers for so long had finally lifted. The campaign was over. Victory was theirs. And now, for the first time in four months, Brian and his army could rest.
Brian himself sat among his officers and soldiers, the flickering light of the fire reflecting in his tired but joyful eyes. His body ached with exhaustion, muscles sore from relentless battles, but his heart was light. The land was, mostly, under one banner—his banner. The future stretched out before him, full of endless possibilities.
Lianshi sat by his side, resting her head against his shoulder, her hand still on her stomach. She wore a smile that hadn't left her since hearing the news. Though there were no visible signs yet, the thought of having a child with the man she loved filled her heart with more joy than she could have ever imagined.
Shangxiang was chatting animatedly with her brothers, while Sun Jian sat nearby, his eyes bright as he listened to Sun Quan and Shangxiang recount their experiences—tales of fine dining, town feasts, new games, tournaments, and festivals. Life under Brian's leadership sounded vibrant, full of things that made life worth living. Sun Ce, who had only seen Brian's military might thus far, was equally intrigued to hear about the creative and passionate man behind the conqueror.
Xingcai and Zhang Bao sat by the fire, exchanging excited words about the future. Zhang Bao beamed with joy at the thought of becoming an uncle, while Guan Ping, Guan Yinping, and Guan Xing joined in, asking what to expect when they returned to daily life. Xingcai, with a soft glow in her eyes, spoke about a future full of innovation—an ever-changing culture that would grow and adapt, surpassing what they knew now. Her gaze drifted lovingly toward Brian as she spoke.
Despite the deep fatigue clinging to him like a heavy cloak, Brian's spirit was higher than it had been in months. Someone had passed him a cup of wine, and though he could never truly get drunk, he raised it in mock cheer. "To the future!" he called out, his voice loud and joyful. His officers raised their cups in response, their faces glowing with the same happiness that shone in Brian's.
Laughter rang out, cheers echoed across the camp, but beneath it all, there was a question lingering in the air—one that no one had asked yet. After a brief lull, Fa Zheng broke the silence, his voice curious but full of respect. "So now that the land is united, except for a few stragglers... what's next?"
Brian chuckled, lifting his cup again as he stared into the night sky. "Now?" he said, his smile broadening, eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now, we aim for the stars."
His officers exchanged glances, their expressions curious but intrigued. The words felt more symbolic than literal, yet with Brian, anything seemed possible. He had already done the unimaginable—uniting factions that had fought for generations, bringing together legends under one banner. So, what could "aiming for the stars" possibly mean?
It was Liu Shan who finally voiced the question that lingered in everyone's minds. "Aim for the stars? What do you mean by that?" Lianshi, still resting her head on Brian's shoulder, lifted her eyes toward him, curious as well.
Brian's smile deepened. His gaze remained fixed on the night sky, his thoughts swirling with visions of a future far beyond the present. "There is no higher point known to man than the stars," he began, his voice carrying a quiet awe. "Those little dots of light—so distant that we can barely comprehend them. And yet, one day, that distance will be nothing before the might of human ambition. Not through the power of weapons, but through the power of knowledge. Together, we will invent, discover, and surpass the limits we once believed were fixed. We'll understand nature itself, not just in war, but in ways that expand our knowledge of life. Our culture will grow, we will create wonders undreamt of, and in the end, we will grasp what seems unreachable."
His officers were captivated. For a moment, all eyes were drawn to the stars above them, the weight of his words settling over the camp. Even those who had never considered such lofty ambitions wondered: Could they truly reach beyond what they knew?
Wang Yuanji, who had been quietly observing until now, leaned forward slightly, her brow furrowed in thought. "Do you really believe we can reach the stars?"
Brian's gaze softened, a distant look coming over him as memories of another world—another life—flashed in his mind. A world where humans had touched the moon, where the pursuit of knowledge never ceased, and the future was limitless. He turned to Wang Yuanji, a quiet certainty in his eyes.
"I don't just believe it," he said, his voice low but firm. "I know. All it takes is the thirst for the unknown... and time."
His words hung in the air, and for a moment, the camp was silent. Each officer, each soldier, found themselves swept up in the vision of something far greater than any war or conquest. It was a vision of growth, of discovery, of transcending the boundaries of what they thought was possible. The stars, once distant and unreachable, now felt like a symbol of everything they could become—a future beyond battlefields, beyond kingdoms, where knowledge and unity could forge the path ahead.
Zhao Yun, always thoughtful but not one to waste words, leaned forward slightly. "But where do we even begin?" he asked, his voice calm but filled with curiosity. "With so much to rebuild and reshape, what's the first step?"
Brian looked at him, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his face. He raised his cup, gesturing to the fire, the camp, and the soldiers sitting around him. "We start here," he said simply. "By enjoying the night. By breathing, by living, by letting ourselves remember what peace feels like after so much chaos. We have time. Let's not rush to the next challenge before we've embraced the victory in front of us."
The officers looked at one another, and slowly, a sense of understanding settled over them. The weight of war had been lifted, and now, for the first time in a long time, they could savor the moment.
"To the stars," Brian said, raising his cup again, his voice filled with hope and promise. "And to this night."
One by one, they all raised their cups—Fa Zheng, Zhao Yun, Wang Yuanji, Sun Shangxiang, and even the usually stern Sima Yi. Cups clinked together, and laughter bubbled up from the once-serious gathering. It wasn't the cheer of warriors preparing for battle but of comrades celebrating something far more enduring: the possibility of a future worth fighting for.
"To the stars!" they echoed, their voices carrying into the night.
Brian sat back, looking at the faces of his officers, his friends. For now, the world felt at peace, and the firelight danced like stars in their eyes. This was just the beginning, and he knew—whatever came next—they would face it together.
the updated main menu report for Brian's growth:
Main Menu of Brian Miller. Officers Info:
Equipped weapons:
- Soul Crusher (Rank 5 Halberd).
- Dragon Axes (Rank 5 Twin Axes).
Equipped skills (all maxed at level 20):
- Defense boost +20.
- Attack boost +20.
- Mighty Roar +20.
- Accuracy +20.
Selected animals:
- Tigers: Azeil and Kato.
- Elephant: Vijay.
- Bear: Bruno.
- Wolves (4x, nameless).
- Falcons: Ranger and Zephyr.
- Horse: Shadow Runner.
Level 99 (max leadership level).
Camp management:
- Barracks: Level 40.
- Teahouse: Level 36.
- Merchant: Level 31.
- Training grounds: Level 35.
- Farm: Level 33.
- Academy: Level 29.
- Stables: Level 28.
Total acquired officers: 760/816.
Total fame acquired: 8000/8000.
Bonds with playable characters:
- Sun Shangxiang, maxed.
- Lianshi, maxed.
- Lu Su, maxed.
- Sun Quan, maxed.
- Xingcai, maxed.
- Fa Zheng, maxed.
- Liu Shan, maxed.
- Zhao Yun, maxed.
- Jiang Wei, maxed.
- Sima Yi, maxed.
- Yueying, maxed.
- Zhuge Liang, maxed.
- Zhang Chunhua, maxed.
- Xin Xianying, maxed.
- Xiahou Yuan, maxed.
- Xiahou Dun, maxed.
- Zhang He, maxed.
- Cao Ren, maxed.
- Ma Chao, maxed.
- Huang Zhong, maxed.
- Wei Yan, maxed.
- Ma Dai, maxed.
- Cao Cao, maxed.
- Dian Wei, maxed.
- Xu Zhu, maxed.
- Cai Wenji, maxed.
- Sun Ce, maxed.
- Taishi Ci, two-thirds.
- Daqiao, maxed.
- Liu Bei, maxed.
- Pang Tong, maxed.
- Xu Shu, maxed.
- Sun Jian, minimal.
- Zhou Yu, minimal.
- Huang Gai, minimal.
- Xiaoqiao, minimal.
- Wen Yang, one-third.
- Deng Ai, one-third.
- Zhong Hui, one-third.
- Zhuge Dan, one-third.
- Lu Meng, two-thirds.
- Gan Ning, two-thirds.
- Ling Tong, two-thirds.
- Li Dian, maxed.
- Pang De, maxed.
- Wang Yi, maxed.
- Yue Jin, maxed.
- Yu Jin, maxed.
- Zhang Liao, one-third.
- Xu Huang, one-third.
- Xiahou Ba, one-third.
- Guo Huai, one-third.
- Cao Pi, maxed.
- Zhenji, maxed.
- Jia Xu, maxed.
- Guo Jia, maxed.
- Lu Xun, one-third.
- Zhou Tai, one-third.
- Ding Feng, one-third.
- Han Dang, one-third.
- Zhu Ran, one-third.
- Wang Yuanji, minimal.
- Sima Shi, minimal.
- Sima Zhao, minimal.
- Jia Chong, minimal.
- Guan Yu, one-third.
- Zhang Fei, one-third.
- Guan Xing, one-third.
- Zhang Bao, one-third.
- Guan Ping, two-thirds.
- Guan Suo, two-thirds.
- Bao Sanniang, two-thirds.
- Guan Yinping, two-thirds.
- Meng Huo, two-thirds.
- Zhang Jiao, one-third.
- Zhurong, two-thirds.
- Zuo Ci, two-thirds.
- Lu Bu, maxed.
- Diaochan, maxed.
- Dong Zhuo, maxed.
- Yuan Shao, maxed.
- Chen Gong, maxed.
- Lu Lingqi, maxed.
The city's gates loomed ahead, open wide as Brian and his forces approached. The road stretched before them, lined with citizens whose cheers grew louder with every step. A thousand voices, full of admiration and joy, echoed off the stone walls, creating a chorus of celebration that filled the air.
Brian rode on Shadow Runner, the horse's dark coat shimmering in the sunlight. His eyes swept across the sea of faces—familiar and unfamiliar faces waving excitedly, families standing shoulder to shoulder, and elders nodding in approval. He could see the deep-rooted pride in the eyes of his people, and he felt the weight of their hopes resting on his shoulders.
Behind him, his officers followed in solemn dignity, their expressions a mixture of pride and relief. For months, some even for more than a year, they had fought beside him, facing death and hardship. Now, at last, they could share in the fruits of their labor. The city of Jin Cheng welcomed them all like heroes.
Brian recognized many of the people in the crowd. Gong Jo, the city's architect, stood proudly with his daughter. The old man, who had painstakingly reconstructed Jin Cheng after the Emperor's arrival, still looked as youthful and vigorous as ever. His daughter, despite her less attractive features, shined brightly in the sunlight, her smile full of joy at their shared accomplishment.
Nan Jo, the menagerie master, waited near the entrance, eyes wide with amazement. He had been informed that elephants were to join his care, but even he had not expected the sheer size of Zhu Rong's war elephant, nor that of Brian's own Vijay. His preparedness showed, though, as the enclosures had been built extraordinarily large, anticipating these gentle giants.
Liu Mei and Li Mei, standing side by side, were two faces Brian had come to trust over the years. Liu Mei, the head tailor, looked concerned, her mind already calculating the work ahead, knowing that more officers would soon come to her shop for custom garments. Li Mei, in contrast, the owner of the teahouse, beamed with excitement—already envisioning the influx of patrons eager to celebrate. The triumph of success, it seemed, was not without its stresses.
Then there was Delan, his trusted advisor, tears in his eyes as he watched Brian approach. Delan had always been more than an advisor. His joy now was more that of a father seeing his son return home, and his heart swelled with pride. Though not blood-related, Brian had become the son Delan had never had, a bond forged in trust, battle, and loyalty.
Flowers scattered across the street, tossed by eager hands. They weren't just ordinary flowers, either. They were the product of Brian's ever-expanding curiosity—rare blossoms that once struggled to grow in this region now thrived, thanks to his relentless pursuit of knowledge. These flowers, in their vibrant colors, were symbols of his influence stretching beyond war and conquest—into the very soil of the land he now called home.
As Brian and his procession moved deeper into Jin Cheng, the cheers only grew louder. The senior officers rode with practiced grace, their faces betraying little of the awe they once might have felt. Veterans like Sima Yi and Sun Quan had seen these kinds of celebrations before. Their expressions remained calm, though the warmth of the people's admiration was still felt in their hearts.
However, the new officers, who had been recruited during the latest campaign, were clearly taken by surprise. Sun Ce, riding near the front with Da Qiao by his side, couldn't help but glance around in amazement. Though battle-hardened, neither of them had seen such a spectacle. The cheering crowds, the flowers tossed into the air—it was overwhelming in the best possible way.
"So many people. And look at their expressions and their clothes..." Da Qiao muttered, her wide eyes taking in spectacle after spectacle. None of the people she saw looked hungry, thin, or poor. No matter where she looked, the city seemed immaculate. The buildings were strong, the streets were clean, and the citizens were joyful. The expressions of the older officers nearby suggested that this was not something unique to this city.
Sun Ce, remembering the fire in Brian's eyes when he was recruited in the fields of Xiangyang, couldn't help but feel amazement. "Every time I think I've figured him out, that man just keeps surprising me. I wonder how many more times he'll exceed my expectations," Sun Ce admitted, shaking his head in admiration.
A chuckle came from behind, drawing both Sun Ce and Da Qiao's attention. Sun Quan, riding just behind them, wore an all-knowing smile. "With Lord Brian, even I don't know the answer to that," he said, his voice filled with respect. "Be ready, brother, because your expectations will keep expanding after today."
A little further behind, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei rode together, their eyes wide. This spectacle, this parade, this welcome—it was everything their brother, Liu Bei, had spoken of. "He wasn't just words," Guan Yu muttered, his deep voice carrying a tone of awe. "I thought Brother's vision might have been exaggerated, but now…even the stories feel underwhelming."
"Anything less would be unworthy of my grandchild," Zhang Fei declared, his chest swelling with pride at the recent news that he would become a father. His voice was loud, though tinged with uncharacteristic softness. Further up ahead, Xingcai overheard him and shot him a stern look, her eyes commanding silence. Zhang Fei, despite his usual bravado, instantly felt a chill under her gaze, and fell quiet.
"I told you, Brian's way is the way it was meant to be," Liu Bei chimed in, riding near his brothers with a smile that held nothing back. "He took my ideals of virtue and benevolence and made them possible. Now it's up to us to build on his work. Prepare yourselves, brothers. After today, we have much to do."
Further along the procession, Wang Yuanji's sharp eyes scanned the crowd, ever observant. This must have felt like a performance, as if the city had been polished to make it seem grander. But no matter where she looked, she could not find a single flaw. The streets were immaculate, and the people were genuinely happy. Brian's statement about reaching for the stars no longer seemed like mere words.
"This is what Brian's leadership looks like? No wonder he defeated us so easily…" Wang Yuanji remarked, finally understanding just how outmatched she had been.
Zhong Hui, riding nearby, bit his lip in irritation. Even with his pride, he couldn't help but admit the truth of what was in front of him. "Hmph. He's done a decent job, I'll give him that," he muttered, though there was an edge of pride in his voice. "But it's nothing I couldn't do. In fact, I could probably do better."
A soft chuckle echoed nearby. Zhong Hui turned sharply, ready to snap at whoever dared laugh at him—until he saw it was Sima Yi. The moment Zhong Hui met Sima Yi's knowing gaze, his retort died on his lips. Despite his pride, Zhong Hui admired the elder strategist too much to challenge him.
"With all due respect, Zhong Hui, you wouldn't be able to replicate this. None of us could," Sima Yi said with a sly smile. "What Brian has built here goes beyond mere control, and what he's going to do next…well, that's beyond any of us."
Sima Shi, riding beside them, snorted lightly. "It might look impressive, but it's just a show of control. Anyone with enough power could manage something like this."
Sima Zhao, however, was more thoughtful, his sharp eyes scanning the scene. "I'm not so sure, brother. The guards may be standing at attention, but look at their faces—none of them seem tense. And did you notice the variety in the people's clothes, the way they carry themselves? You can't control that level of comfort."
Deng Ai, ever practical, nodded. "It's not control at all. He's providing something else entirely." His eyes moved over the city as if studying a battlefield. "I never thought I'd see something like this in my lifetime."
Zhang Chunhua's strict gaze fell on her children, the kind only a mother could give. "Lord Brian isn't seeking control, but perfection—through welfare and knowledge, not fear. If you stand by his side, you'll see what true power looks like."
The group fell into thoughtful silence, each officer quietly processing the reality of Brian's accomplishments and their own ambitions in the face of his leadership.
Seated atop their massive war elephant, Meng Huo and Zhu Rong looked over the city as the procession made its way through the streets. The crowd cheered, their voices filling the air, but both leaders of the southern lands were less focused on the noise and more on the surroundings.
"The people look so content, even under the Emperor's rule," Zhang Jiao remarked, his voice thoughtful as he rode alongside the war elephant, his eyes narrowing as if searching for something deeper. "I expected more restraint, more fear. But here…it's as if they've found peace."
Meng Huo grunted, his massive frame shifting slightly on the elephant's back. "They're comfortable, that's for sure. But there's something missing." His eyes scanned the city with a hint of unease. "There's no nature, no connection to the land. It feels…empty."
Zhu Rong, sitting regally beside her husband, nodded in agreement. "He's right. The buildings are grand, the streets are clean, but where's the spirit of the earth? The trees, the rivers…they're part of life, yet I don't see them here."
From beside them, Pang Tong, ever observant, chuckled. "That's an excellent point," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "If you bring it up to Lord Brian later this week, you'll see a change faster than you can snap your fingers."
Zhu Rong raised an eyebrow. "You think he'd make such a change that quickly?"
Pang Tong nodded confidently. "Brian is always looking to improve the land, to accommodate different ideas. He's flexible, and he listens to what people need. If you tell him about nature, I'd bet you'll see more trees and rivers sprouting around here soon enough."
Zhang Jiao, intrigued by the conversation, stroked his beard. "If he's so open to suggestion, perhaps we could speak of ritual spaces as well. Places where the spirits can be honored properly."
Zhuge Liang, who had been quietly observing the conversation from nearby, finally spoke, his voice calm and composed. "That's a fine idea, Zhang Jiao. Ritual spaces, when done with respect, can connect people to something greater than themselves. But this too should be discussed with Brian. He'll ensure it's done with both respect and finesse."
Zhang Jiao nodded, clearly intrigued. "Very well. I look forward to that conversation. It seems Lord Brian's vision extends far beyond mere conquest."
Zhuge Liang smiled faintly. "Indeed it does. You'll find that he seeks not just to rule, but to nurture the very soul of this land."
As Brian approached the inner city gates, a guard stepped forward, raising his hand in a respectful yet firm manner. "My lord, you know the rules," the guard stated with deference, bowing slightly. Brian had made it clear—no horses or large beasts were allowed inside the city walls to prevent accidents in the crowded streets.
Brian couldn't help but smirk, his voice playful as he responded. "Ah, the rules..." He glanced around theatrically, his tone lighthearted. "I'm going to have to have a word with the one who made them." The soldiers chuckled, well aware that it was Brian himself who had set the rule.
The guard, maintaining his professionalism but with a hint of a smile, stepped back. Brian dismounted from Shadow Runner, his officers following suit. The beasts—Vijay the elephant, the tigers, and the other animals—were gently escorted away by handlers, led to the menagerie where they would be well cared for.
With the large animals escorted out and the officers now on foot, the procession continued toward the heart of Jin Cheng. The crowd's excitement grew as they neared the grand plaza. In the center of the square sat the Emperor on an impressive, mobile throne, surrounded by his retainers. He watched as Brian approached, the man who had answered his desperate call, not just with military might, but with wisdom and compassion.
When Brian reached the Emperor, he immediately dropped to one knee, bowing deeply with reverence. "My Emperor, the task you set before me is complete. The land is united under your banner," Brian declared, his voice filled with both pride and humility.
The Emperor stood from his throne, his eyes filled with emotion as he looked down at Brian. "Rise, lord Brian," he said warmly, his voice carrying not only authority but deep friendship. "You have done what many believed impossible. The land is not only unified but thriving under your leadership."
As Brian rose, the Emperor's expression softened even further. His voice lowered as he said, "I have also heard news, my friend. Your wife, Sun Shangxiang, and two of your concubines, Xingcai and Lianshi, are with child."
Brian's face lit up with pride, his gaze immediately finding Sun Shangxiang, Xingcai, and Lianshi in the procession. The women, though dignified, could not hide their soft blushes as Brian's eyes found them, filled with love and joy. The crowd murmured with excitement, sensing the significance of the moment.
The Emperor smiled deeply and extended his hand toward them in a gesture of respect. "A child born into times of peace is no small gift," he said. "And given what you have accomplished, Brian, I will see to it that your family is always cared for."
He paused, his voice carrying more weight as he added, "When my palace is complete, your wife, your concubines, and your children will always have a place within its walls. They will be granted security and prosperity under my protection, ensuring that the legacy you have built is preserved for generations to come."
The promise, deeply symbolic and offering real value, carried more weight than any physical gesture could. It was a vow from the Emperor himself—a material assurance that Brian's offspring would be looked after, their future secured in the heart of the empire.
Brian, visibly moved, bowed his head once more, gratitude evident in his voice. "Thank you, my Emperor. Your promise means more to me than any reward. It brings me peace to know that my family will be protected."
The Emperor's expression softened, filled with warmth as he looked at his trusted prime minister. "You have given much, Brian, and it is only right that I ensure your family thrives in the world you have helped create."
The crowd, sensing the moment's depth, erupted into cheers once more, the atmosphere filled with admiration and reverence for both the Emperor and Brian. Together, they had shaped a future for the land—and for the families that would come after them.
The morning sun filtered gently through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Brian stirred beneath the warmth of the blankets, his eyes slowly opening to the peaceful stillness of his private chambers. A familiar weight pressed gently on his chest, and he smiled as he realized that Sun Shangxiang had fallen asleep on top of him. A wave of love washed over him as he gazed at her. He could never quite put into words what exactly made her so beautiful to him—he just loved everything about her. She was the mother of his child, after all.
Though he had repeated the words to himself countless times over the past month, they never lost their meaning, and every time he thought of it, his heart swelled. He was going to be a father.
He was going to be a father.
Even now, a smile crept across his face, refusing to fade. He could say it a thousand times, and it wouldn't matter. He wasn't just becoming a father once—he would be a father three times over.
The peaceful moment washed over him as he took it all in. With a soft sigh, Brian shifted carefully, making sure not to disturb Shangxiang, and glanced at his in-game menu. The task he had set for himself in this world was nearly complete. Just fifty more officers to recruit and a few key facilities in his camp to upgrade to level 50, and then… it would all be done.
He wasn't sure what came after that. A part of him had found peace, knowing the Emperor would protect his children, ensuring they grew up safe and cared for. But another part of him felt the weight of inevitable sadness creeping in—the thought of missing his wife, his lovers, and his future children if this world had a strange fate for him once his quest was complete.
Shaking off those thoughts before they could spiral, Brian gently covered Sun Shangxiang with the blanket and quietly dressed himself in a fresh hanfu. He opened the sliding door to the living room, stepping into the crisp morning air.
As he closed the door behind him, the familiar sound of soft footsteps greeted him. Mu Ta, the headmaiden, approached with another attendant at her side. She offered a polite bow before speaking. "Good morning, my lord. Did you sleep well?"
Brian chuckled softly, the warmth of his earlier thoughts still lingering. "You could say that. Compared to sleeping on the hard floor of those tents, it felt like I slept on a cloud," he joked lightly.
Mu Ta smiled in return, but Brian's mind was already shifting. "Did anything happen while I was away?" he asked, his voice calm but curious.
Mu Ta's smile widened slightly, a knowing look in her eyes. "Well, aside from Master Delan's excitement over hearing the news of the pregnancies, there has been nothing urgent. My congratulations again on the wonderful news, my lord."
Brian couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. He almost seemed to shine with the happiness of it all. "Thank you, Mu Ta. Could you bring me some tea to help wake me up? And summon Master Delan—I have much to discuss with him."
Brian's thoughts drifted as he sat in the quiet of the room. The warmth of the tea Mu Ta had brought him spread through his hands as he cradled the cup. His gaze lingered on the doors to his concubines' rooms—Lianshi, Xingcai, Cai Wenji, Wang Yi, and the shared room where Yueying and Zhang Chunhua sometimes stayed. He wondered what they had planned for his birthday this year, knowing they always found ways to surprise him.
As much as the thought of a grand feast for his officers filled his mind, another thought had crept in, one that he couldn't push away. The bonds he had formed with his officers, particularly the female ones, had grown deeper than he ever expected. Zhen Ji, Diao Chan, Lu Lingqi, and even Da Qiao—each of them had shown signs of wanting to be closer to him.
It wasn't just the subtle glances or the lingering moments in conversation. There were times during the campaign when their interest became more apparent. Zhen Ji, with her regal presence and sharp wit, often looked at him with something beyond admiration. Diao Chan, graceful and alluring, had found ways to be near him, whether in the strategy room or on the battlefield. And Lu Lingqi, fierce and loyal, had shown a bolder affection, one that reminded him of her father's fiery spirit.
Even Da Qiao, gentle as she was, seemed to struggle with keeping her feelings hidden. Each of these women was already bound by duty or marriage—Zhen Ji with Cao Pi, Diao Chan with Lu Bu—yet the bonds they shared with Brian seemed to transcend those commitments. He couldn't ignore it any longer.
Brian sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He would need to address this soon. As strong as they were, these bonds could become complicated if left unchecked. He didn't want to disrupt the harmony he had worked so hard to build among his officers, and the last thing he needed was tension with Cao Pi or Lu Bu over unspoken affections.
Still, Brian knew these women were not to blame for their feelings. Even Yueying and Zhang Chunhua, both still married to their brilliant husbands, had chosen to stay by his side as his concubines. The circumstances of this world seemed to blur the lines between personal loyalty and marriage, but that didn't make the situation any easier.
As he sipped his tea, Brian couldn't help but feel the weight of those relationships on his shoulders. He had to find a way to balance everything, to ensure that no one was hurt or left behind.
As the early morning light bathed the city in a soft glow, Brian found himself walking arm-in-arm with Wang Yi. She had risen early, dressed in a beautiful new hanfu that caught his eye immediately. Her curiosity about his daily routines had led her to join him on this quiet morning, though he could tell there was something more behind her actions—concern for his well-being.
Delan, as expected, had been too busy overseeing the construction of the baby rooms. The old advisor's dedication to perfection left no room for distraction, so their meeting would have to wait until the evening. Brian, ever pragmatic, decided there was no point in sitting idle. His to-do list remained long, and he wasn't one to waste time.
Wang Yi's presence by his side made the task ahead a little more pleasant, though. As they strolled toward the academy, her arm tucked comfortably in his, Brian couldn't help but admire the grace with which she carried herself. The vibrant colors of her hanfu contrasted beautifully with the crisp morning air, and for a moment, he was content simply to walk in silence.
"You look cute in that hanfu," Brian said with a smile, his voice casual but warm. The compliment seemed to catch Wang Yi off guard, and a faint blush crept up her cheeks.
"Cute?" she echoed, trying to sound unimpressed but clearly flustered. "I didn't know you thought that was the right word for me." She tried to hold back a smile, but it was no use. The redness in her cheeks deepened as she glanced away.
"Well, it's the truth," Brian said, grinning at her reaction.
Wang Yi gave him a sideways look, still blushing, but she squeezed his arm a little tighter, as if claiming her place by his side. As they continued to walk, people in the streets greeted Brian warmly, their faces lighting up at the sight of him. Brian waved back, his casual demeanor putting the citizens at ease. It was clear that his presence was not just respected, but beloved.
A few women along the way sent flirtatious smiles in his direction, their admiration for the man who had united the land thinly veiled. Wang Yi noticed, of course. Her grip on his arm tightened ever so slightly, her posture shifting closer to him.
Brian chuckled softly to himself, not missing the subtle signs. He leaned toward her and whispered, "You know, you don't have to worry. You're all I need today."
Wang Yi looked up at him, her blush returning full force. "I'm not worried," she muttered, but her arm remained firmly linked with his, and the tension in her posture eased a little.
They continued on toward the academy, where Master Huo Tuo and Master Zhang Zhongjing awaited. As they walked, Wang Yi asked, "So, why did you need to meet with Master Huo Tuo and Master Zhang Zhongjing again?"
Brian's expression turned more serious, though his tone remained gentle. "Pregnancy can be unpredictable. There are certain foods and drinks—especially alcohol—that can harm the baby because the mother shares all the nutrients she takes in. And with three children on the way, I want to make sure I know what's best for them and for their mothers."
Wang Yi nodded, listening intently as Brian continued. "I'm also curious about the birth success rates here. I want to make sure that everything is done to keep both mother and child safe during childbirth. It's something I can't leave to chance."
Wang Yi looked up at him, admiration shining in her eyes. "You think of everything, don't you?"
Brian smiled softly. "When it comes to the people I care about, I try."
Wang Yi squeezed his arm gently, a quiet acknowledgment of his words. They continued their walk toward the academy, the conversation drifting into lighter topics—comments about the city, the preparations underway, and the slight chill of the approaching winter. As they neared the academy, Brian's attention sharpened. The grand building had evolved since the last time he had seen it—no longer a modest structure, but something more refined, sophisticated. Wang Yi noticed it too.
"It's really come together, hasn't it?" she remarked, her gaze sweeping over the carefully constructed walls.
Brian nodded. "It looks like a completely different place. Much more advanced now."
As they stepped inside, the early morning air still lingered, but the academy was already stirring. A professional-looking secretary sat at the entrance, sorting through documents. She looked up at the approaching duo and gave a polite nod.
"Good morning, my lord. Lady Wang Yi," the secretary greeted them, her tone efficient but respectful.
"Good morning," Brian replied, his voice warm. "Are Master Huo Tuo and Master Zhang Zhongjing in already?"
"They are, my lord," the secretary confirmed. "Please follow the hallway to the left. You'll find them in the medical wing."
Brian thanked her, and together with Wang Yi, they followed the directions. The interior of the academy felt more polished now—walls lined with shelves of scrolls, the floors smooth and well-kept. The soft echo of their footsteps was the only sound as they moved through the building, but the improvements were clear.
"They've really done a lot here," Wang Yi noted. "It feels like a proper center of knowledge now."
"Exactly what we needed," Brian agreed.
After a few more turns, they arrived at the medical wing. Inside, the two physicians, Huo Tuo and Zhang Zhongjing, were deep in conversation, reviewing what appeared to be teaching materials. When they saw Brian and Wang Yi approach, both men straightened with welcoming smiles.
"Ah, good morning, Lord Brian," Huo Tuo said first, his voice filled with warmth. "And Lady Wang Yi, a pleasure."
"Good morning," Zhang Zhongjing added, bowing his head slightly. "Congratulations on your latest successes. We had a feeling you might be stopping by."
Brian returned their smiles. "Thank you, and yes, I had some important matters to discuss—but you are probably aware of what I am going to ask."
Huo Tuo's expression shifted, becoming more serious, an unspoken question lingering in his gaze. Brian glanced at Wang Yi, then back to Huo Tuo, responding with a simple nod and a reassuring smile. It was all the confirmation Huo Tuo needed.
"We've been preparing for that possibility," Huo Tuo began cautiously. "In fact, we've learned a great deal recently, thanks to our studies."
Brian's curiosity was piqued. "What did you learn?" he asked, leaning forward slightly.
Huo Tuo, now more relaxed, exchanged a brief glance with Zhang Zhongjing before responding. "We've made significant progress in understanding the risks during childbirth, primarily through the studies we've conducted with the 'subjects' you're familiar with. One of the key factors we've identified over the past year is malnutrition during pregnancy. It seems to be a significant cause of unhealthy infants."
Brian nodded, his expression serious. "That's something I've suspected as well. It's not just about the amount of food but the quality of what they consume. Malnutrition weakens the mother, affecting both her and the baby."
Huo Tuo continued, "Beyond malnutrition, we've seen a clear correlation between alcohol consumption and poor pregnancy outcomes. Alcohol appears to weaken the mother's body, leading to developmental issues in the child."
Zhang Zhongjing, listening intently, raised an eyebrow. "Alcohol? Interesting, but it does make sense. What about fresh fish? In the south, it's common to eat fish fresh or only lightly cooked. Could it be comparable to uncooked meat? Could that cause similar issues?"
Brian nodded thoughtfully. "That's a good question. Fresh fish, particularly if it's not fully cooked, could carry bacteria or parasites, similar to uncooked meat. We've already seen how improper handling of red meat can lead to complications during pregnancy."
Huo Tuo interjected, his tone measured. "The cases involving fresh fish are limited so far. The masses don't often have access to fresh fish or the methods to preserve it, so it hasn't become a widespread issue yet. But it's something we should study more closely as time goes on."
Zhang Zhongjing, deep in thought, responded, "In the south, fish is a staple, often consumed fresh. It may be a hidden risk we haven't fully accounted for yet."
Brian nodded. "We'll keep that in mind as something to monitor. For now, it seems alcohol and red meat are the primary concerns, especially with malnutrition already an issue. If we can ensure that pregnant women have access to better nutrition and avoid harmful substances, we can greatly improve the outcomes."
Zhang Zhongjing nodded. "It's remarkable how something so common, like food and drink, can have such a major impact on pregnancy outcomes."
Brian leaned back slightly, his tone shifting. "And what about labor? What can we do during the process itself to reduce complications? I understand the risks of poor nutrition and hygiene, but what's being done during childbirth?"
Huo Tuo sighed. "That's where it gets difficult. We know that prolonged labor increases the chances of complications—fatigue, dehydration, and improper positioning of the child are major concerns. We've had success with natural remedies to reduce pain, but when things go wrong—like a breech birth or severe bleeding—there's little we can do."
Brian's expression darkened slightly. "So when complications arise, we're still facing significant dangers."
"Exactly," Huo Tuo replied. "We've tried various techniques—applying pressure to stop bleeding, using herbs to ease labor—but the truth is, when a mother starts bleeding heavily, it often spirals out of control. Positioning the child can be hit or miss."
Zhang Zhongjing added thoughtfully, "We've focused on easing the mother's pain and shortening labor to reduce risks. But we're far from understanding how to intervene when labor becomes obstructed."
Brian absorbed their words, his mind already racing for solutions. "So the key factors are managing the mother's strength, preventing blood loss, and ensuring the child is in the right position."
Huo Tuo nodded. "Correct. We need to keep the mother as healthy as possible leading up to the birth—proper nutrition, rest, and hygiene are essential. And during labor, we've realized that the best interventions are often preventive—making sure the environment is clean, the midwives and caretakers are well-trained, and monitoring labor closely."
Brian sighed, his resolve tightening. "Then that's our path forward—improve the conditions before and during labor. We might not be able to intervene directly in every case, but we can reduce the chances of things going wrong."
Zhang Zhongjing, ever curious, smiled slightly. "You've given us a lot to think about, my lord. There's much we still don't know, but with your guidance, we're getting closer."
Wang Yi, standing quietly beside Brian, looked up at him with admiration. Everything she just heard was new information for her, and yet, despite not being a physician himself, Brian had no problem following the conversation. "I already knew you were amazing, but I didn't know you had even focused on medical care in pregnancy.'' She said after they both left the medical wing. ''Is there nothing you can't do?''
Brian smiled as he responded, ''There are plenty of things I can't do. That is why need talented people. To fill the gaps that are left behind.''
Wang Yi walked alongside Brian, taking in the early day's light as it brightened the city, the sun casting long shadows over the bustling streets. They were almost at the governance building when she noticed two figures approaching them with unmistakable urgency. It was Zhang Jiao and Meng Huo, moving quickly from opposite sides, their expressions a mix of determination and impatience.
As they neared, Wang Yi caught Brian's brief, exaggerated look, a silent message written in his eyes: Here we go again. She stifled a laugh, watching as the two men pressed into his space, almost comically close, each one desperate to speak first.
"Lord Brian," Zhang Jiao began, his tone weighty. "We need a moment of your time."
"No, I need to speak with him first!" Meng Huo retorted, stepping in front with a determined expression.
The two began a back-and-forth, each declaring the importance of their issue, as if they were the only ones with a right to Brian's attention. Wang Yi bit back a smile, silently admiring Brian's composure. He remained calm and composed, cutting in before their squabble could escalate.
"Gentlemen," he said, his voice authoritative. "Both of your concerns are important. Let's handle this properly—I'll listen to both of you in turn."
He led them inside, Wang Yi following with quiet amusement. They settled into a small meeting room, Brian's assistant standing nearby, prepared to take notes. Wang Yi took a seat off to the side, observing intently. She respected Brian's poise in navigating these situations, but part of her couldn't help but question how necessary their requests actually were. It seemed to her that both Zhang Jiao and Meng Huo had a tendency to push their ideologies a little too strongly, each vying for a piece of Brian's attention to shape the city according to their views.
"Let's hear your requests," Brian prompted, gesturing for them to begin.
Zhang Jiao wasted no time, his expression intense as he spoke. "The people need ritual spaces, Lord Brian. Without places to reconnect with the heavens, they risk losing their spiritual foundation. We need quiet, covered spaces for them to offer their prayers, spaces where they can reflect."
Meng Huo immediately followed, just as impassioned. "And the city needs nature! All I see are walls, stone, and wood. It's suffocating. I appreciate what you've done with the menagerie, but we need more than that. Trees, greenery, places for nature to reclaim some of this city."
Wang Yi observed as Brian nodded, absorbing their concerns with a thoughtful expression, his assistant swiftly taking notes. Brian leaned back slightly, considering their words before asking, "How big do you envision these spaces? Zhang Jiao, for example, are you thinking of a few large covered prayer areas, or smaller ones spread throughout the city?"
Zhang Jiao leaned forward, his eyes alight with purpose. "A few larger spaces would allow for more community gatherings. Ideally, they would be sizable enough for people to gather in peace. And they should be sheltered to protect from bad weather, so they can be used year-round."
Brian nodded, then turned to Meng Huo. "And for nature, are you imagining a single large park, or multiple smaller spaces? How do you see these fitting into the city?"
Meng Huo rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "A few bigger areas would bring back the feeling of the wild—trees, a natural flow to the land, something that feels alive. We could start with one central space, but we'll need others throughout the city for balance."
Wang Yi continued to listen, noting how Brian's probing questions led them to clarify their visions. She could see that he was genuinely considering how these requests could serve the city. Brian's approach—asking for specific details—allowed them to articulate their ideas with precision, which, in turn, gave him a better sense of how to proceed.
Brian folded his hands, nodding once more. "Very well. I'll take your suggestions into account as we plan the next phase of development. The people need spiritual grounding, as you say, Zhang Jiao, and the city could benefit from a closer connection to nature, as you've pointed out, Meng Huo. I'll review these ideas and consider how best to implement them."
As they concluded, Wang Yi caught his eye, and he offered her a small smile as they exited the room. She marveled at how smoothly he had handled the situation, balancing their demands without being pulled in either direction. For Brian, even the grandest of ideas could be reduced to practical, achievable steps, a trait she deeply admired. She only wondered why.
As they stepped outside, Wang Yi turned to Brian, her curiosity evident. "If you don't mind me asking, why did you agree to those requests? I've never known you to be particularly religious, nor do we need much nature in a city like Jin Cheng."
Brian glanced at her with a thoughtful smile, offering his elbow. She chuckled softly, taking his arm as they walked to their next destination. "Well, I don't think it's about whether I am religious or not," he began. "It's about what the people want. For those who seek comfort in the divine, it could bring them peace. And if we ignore it, they might seek it elsewhere—and that could lead to trouble. By establishing a few designated gathering points ourselves, we can keep an eye on those gatherings and meet people's needs at the same time."
Wang Yi listened intently, taken by his foresight. Brian continued, his tone casual but sharp, "It also keeps Zhang Jiao and his followers indebted to us, and I'm curious to see if I can use his sorcerers' magic in other ways that benefit the city."
She looked up at him, fascinated. "I hadn't thought that far ahead."
Brian chuckled. "As for nature, I kind of agree with Meng Huo there. The city does feel a bit too built up. And judging by the popularity of the soldiers' garden and the success of the menagerie, I'd say people crave nature here."
He paused, smiling sheepishly. "I guess I got so focused on developing the city that I overlooked how much people need those green spaces."
Wang Yi smirked, giving him a sideways glance. "Oh, so you are human after all," she teased, nudging him lightly.
Brian chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Don't go spreading rumors," he replied with a grin. "I have a reputation to maintain."
The sky was a blanket of gray clouds as Brian and Wang Yi made their way to Gong Jo's residence. Over the past year, the architect's house had grown larger and more sophisticated, a testament to his dedication and the gratitude of those he'd helped. Previous bandits, like those who had once served Bo Zhang, had found new purpose under his teachings and now ensured that Gong Jo and his daughter were well cared for.
As Brian and Wang Yi approached, they noticed Gong Jo's door already open, with the senior architect standing in the doorway.
"My lord. Lady Wang Yi," Gong Jo greeted, bowing respectfully before glancing at the sky. "The last time you came to visit in this weather, you had me start building the library and academy. Shall I take this as a sign that another grand project awaits?"
Brian smiled as Wang Yi bowed in return. "You've got it, Master Gong Jo. Perhaps it's becoming something of a tradition. But for now, let's come inside before the rain catches up to us."
"Of course. This way, please," Gong Jo said, directing them indoors.
As they stepped inside, Brian could feel the difference. What had once been a humble residence was now an artwork of craftsmen, a house befitting a specialist like Gong Jo.
The old man led them down a hallway to a spacious room at the back, dedicated to his architectural work. Shelves lined the walls, filled with scrolls and models, while a large central table held an array of blueprints, notes, and intricately carved stone samples. His daughter, Gong Chen, was already there, and her face brightened with recognition as they entered.
"Welcome, Lord Brian, Lady Wang Yi," she greeted, dipping her head respectfully. "Please, let me clear a space for you."
"Thank you, Chen," Brian replied, casting his gaze over the table. The models and sketches were fascinating, but in light of the ideas he had in mind, they seemed modest.
Gong Jo joined them, looking at Brian with a glint of expectation. "So, what are we designing today, my lord?"
Brian took a city map from his back and spread it over the table. "I spoke with Meng Huo and Zhang Jiao this morning. They pointed out that our city lacks ritual sites and much greenery. I thought we might add some parks, similar to the soldiers' garden, and a few covered areas for ritual gatherings."
He paused, then added, "I was also considering how we might use the sorceresses' magic in the construction of a sewage system."
"A sewage system…" Gong Jo repeated, narrowing his eyes as he began to visualize the logistics. "The parks and ritual sites will be relatively straightforward. But the sewage system… now that will be a challenge."
Brian nodded, sensing his hesitation. "Yes, I expected as much. Where do you see the difficulties?"
Gong Jo rubbed his chin, glancing at the map. "It's all about directing the flow properly. We'd need a series of channels, deep enough to handle the waste and angled to prevent backflow. The challenge lies in making it work with the city's natural slopes. And we'll need a durable material to keep everything from collapsing or leaking."
Gong Chen traced potential paths with her finger, considering the layout. "We'd also have to place the channels carefully to avoid interfering with existing foundations. If the sorceresses can shape the ground, it'll save time, but we'll need precise measurements to make the system efficient."
Brian crossed his arms, assuming a thoughtful stance. "For the material composition, I'll have the research department experiment with options. We may also need the expertise of the blacksmiths. As for the sorceresses, I believe they can use their abilities with pinpoint accuracy, but they'll need the ritual spaces established first."
He straightened as if concluding a plan for a new campaign. "Let's focus on the parks and ritual buildings for now, and we'll keep refining our plans for the sewage system as we go."
The soft glow of the evening lanterns cast a warm, gentle light over the living room as Brian settled in at the low table. Wang Yi lay fast asleep, her head resting comfortably on his lap, breathing softly. He looked down at her with a faint smile, smoothing a stray strand of hair away from her face.
Beside him, Shangxiang sat cross-legged, a relaxed smile on her face. "What did you do to her to get her so tired?" she teased, a playful glint in her eye.
"She just tagged along with me today," Brian replied with a quiet chuckle. "I suppose I may have shared a bit more information than she bargained for."
Shangxiang's smile softened, but there was a touch of concern in her gaze. "A bit more information? Don't tell me you're already overworking yourself. We just got back from the war."
"Nothing like that," he reassured her. "I just had a few things I wanted to sort out before I could relax properly." She raised an eyebrow, clearly urging him to continue, so he obliged. "Meng Huo and Zhang Jiao approached me at the government building this morning with requests for more nature and ritual spaces in the city. I went to see Gong Jo about how we could integrate them, and we started discussing plans for a future sewage system, too."
Shangxiang's eyes widened slightly. "You're serious about a sewer system? How are you even planning to make something like that?"
Brian smiled, a bit sheepishly. "Honestly, I'm not entirely sure. I just figured we have sorceresses on our side, so maybe we can start exploring the idea. I talked it over with Zhuge Liang and Yueying—they're both eager to test different materials for the channels."
Shangxiang let out a light sigh, deadpanning, "Of course, they were... They're so passionate about this stuff, it's almost intimidating."
He chuckled softly, patting her hand. "Enough about me. How was the day with your father and brother? Did they enjoy the city?"
Her face brightened, a little spark dancing in her eyes. "Naturally. This city is your creation, after all." She tucked her legs under the kotatsu, a sigh of contentment escaping her lips as the warmth seeped in. "Father couldn't stop marveling at how it looked—kept going on about how it outshines even Chang'an in its prime. And you should have seen their faces when they tried sushi and some of your other... experiments." She grinned. "I never thought I'd see my brother cry, but there he was, shedding actual tears."
Brian laughed, picturing Sun Ce's reaction. "That's a sight I would've loved to see. I'll have to make sure the next batch is just as memorable."
She leaned in a bit closer, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Oh, you'll have plenty of chances. They're thinking about staying in the city for a while. They want to learn how you managed to develop something like this so they can take the ideas back to Wu Jun and Xianyang."
Brian raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Is that so? I didn't think they'd be so easily impressed. I'd be glad to show them the ropes, but I wonder if they're ready for the full experience."
Shangxiang chuckled, her eyes gleaming. "They may be hard to impress on the battlefield, but you've struck a nerve with this city. Father kept muttering about the gardens and how well-constructed everything is. And as for Sun Ce, he kept pestering me with questions—'How did he manage this?' and 'Where did he even get these ideas?'" She leaned back with a smirk. "I think they're starting to understand why everyone here respects you so much."
Brian smiled, a hint of pride in his expression. "If they're truly interested, they're welcome to stay as long as they'd like. I'd be happy to show them the methods behind the madness."
Brian's smile softened as he finished speaking, but before Shangxiang could reply, the door slid open. Xingcai entered first, her hair slightly damp from a bath, followed by Lianshi, holding a carefully wrapped bundle, and Cai Wenji, clutching a small bongo set.
They took in the cozy scene, with Wang Yi's head resting in Brian's lap, and exchanged amused glances.
Xingcai grinned. "Looks like we missed a good nap spot. Mind if we join?"
Lianshi gave him a playful smile, setting her bundle down on the table. "I think she has the best spot in the house right now. You've been busy, Lord Brian," she added, a hint of warmth in her voice.
Cai Wenji placed the bongo set on the table and nodded toward Brian. "I'm tempted to join too, but I brought this back from the music department. Care to try your hand at it?"
Brian chuckled, carefully shifting so Wang Yi could sit up, blinking as she rubbed her eyes. "What's going on?" she asked sleepily, glancing around at the others.
"Nothing much," Shangxiang replied with a smirk. "Just your lord husband here getting tempted by some rhythm."
Brian took the bongos with a grin, examining them. "All right, let's give this a try."
He placed his hands on the small drum and began to tap out a beat—if it could even be called that. The sounds were clumsy and uneven, his lack of rhythm apparent. Xingcai covered her mouth to stifle a laugh, while Lianshi couldn't help but giggle.
Cai Wenji's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Not quite the beat I had in mind, but with a bit of practice, you'll get there."
Brian shrugged, feigning a look of exaggerated seriousness. "It's my unique style, you know. A one-of-a-kind performance."
The room filled with laughter as they settled in, the warmth of their shared moments mingling with the soft glow of the evening lanterns, a peaceful end to a bustling day.
As the laughter subsided, Lianshi unwrapped the bundle she'd brought, revealing an unusual pod. She held it out, a curious expression on her face. "I found this with one of the merchants. He didn't know what it was, and honestly… neither do I. But something about it seemed special. Do you recognize it, Lord Brian?"
Brian turned, and the moment his eyes fell on the pod, he froze, his smile fading as he took in the familiar shape. Instantly, his eyes widened, a look of awe replacing his usual calm demeanor. He reached for the pod, taking it gently and bringing it to his nose to confirm what he already suspected.
Brian examined the pod closely, his expression intense. "Still fresh. That's good," he muttered, his mind racing with possibilities. Without another word, he reached over and rang the small bell on the table, the sound echoing through the room. His lovers exchanged confused glances, clearly taken aback by his sudden shift to urgency.
Three servants appeared from another room, with Mu Ta stepping forward. "My lord, you rang?" she asked, a hint of concern in her tone.
"Bring me a planter, enough fertile soil, and summon Master Delan immediately. No excuses—this is crucial. And send word to Madam Huang in the kitchens; I need her here right away as well."
"Understood, my lord," Mu Ta replied, bowing deeply before turning to relay his orders. The other maidens followed suit, moving swiftly to carry out his requests.
Shangxiang raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. "What's going on? What is that thing, and why the rush?"
Brian held up the pod, his eyes gleaming. "This, my dear, is a cacao pod—a boon of unimaginable potential. To say it's rare is an understatement. If we're fast enough and take the proper steps, this little pod has the power to raise our land to heights you've never dreamed of."
Brian's excitement was palpable as he awaited the arrival of the planter, fertile soil, and the summoned chef. His fingers drummed impatiently against the table, his gaze never leaving the cacao pod. His companions exchanged curious looks, sensing the significance of this moment.
At last, the maidens entered with the requested items, nearly colliding in their haste to fulfill his orders. The chef, Madam Huang, hurried to the table with a bow. "You summoned me, my lord?"
Brian nodded, his tone insistent. "Yes. This pod is a rare fruit, and we're going to plant its seeds here, now, in this soil," he said, motioning to the planter and soil that had been placed on the floor in front of him. "I need to ensure it's done properly. This may be the only chance we have to see it grow."
The chef gave him a quick nod, kneeling beside the planter, carefully cutting the pod open under Brian's watchful eye. Brian leaned forward as the seeds emerged, directing each movement. "Gently, place them in the soil. Make sure they're covered, but leave a bit of space for air to reach them."
Shangxiang and the others watched with a mix of fascination and respect, realizing that whatever this fruit was, it held a significance they had yet to understand. Once the seeds were nestled safely in the soil, Brian let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
Moments later, Delan arrived, visibly irritated. "You summoned me from the construction site, my lord? The baby rooms—"
Brian cut him off, his tone resolute. "This is important, Delan. I need you to bring Zhu Rong and Meng Huo here. The sooner, the better. If this plant has a chance of thriving, we'll need their help to ensure it gets the right environment."
Delan gave him a curious look, catching a glimpse of the small planter with freshly planted seeds. Though still a bit grumpy, he nodded, recognizing the urgency in Brian's voice. "Very well, my lord. I'll see to it right away."
As Delan departed, Brian let out a deep breath, his gaze returning to the newly planted seeds. His shoulders relaxed, and a hint of satisfaction crossed his face now that everything was set in motion. He glanced at the small planter, feeling a mixture of hope and purpose. His companions, too, watched the planter as though it held some great secret, the weight of the moment sinking in.
Madam Huang, who had quietly observed his intensity, took the opportunity to break the silence with a small smile. "Well then, my lord, now that the seeds are safe… shall I finally bring out dinner?"
Brian blinked, the spell of concentration breaking, and he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yes, of course, dinner! I'm sure you're all starving by now." He looked around at his companions, who chuckled in relief, the tension easing as they settled back into the warmth of the evening.
Shangxiang smirked, giving him a playful nudge. "So the great Lord Brian can finally take a break?"
He grinned, nodding. "Yes. Let's eat.''
The evening held a chill, and Zhu Rong and Meng Huo stood outside Brian's mansion, their breaths forming faint clouds in the cold air. Though they wore warmer clothing than their usual Nanman attire, they still retained the tribal elements that set them apart, exuding a natural strength and confidence.
Brian opened the door, greeting them with a nod. "Come inside—no need to linger in this cold."
They stepped into the warmth of the house, following him down the hall. As they entered the living room, his companions sat around the low table, watching with curiosity. Zhu Rong and Meng Huo offered respectful nods, though their expressions held a hint of confusion.
Brian gestured to the planter on the floor, its newly planted cacao seeds cradled in the rich soil. "Thank you both for coming so quickly. I wanted to speak with you about an important task."
Meng Huo crossed his arms, eyeing the planter. "A task involving… dirt?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, prompting a small smile from Zhu Rong.
Brian chuckled, nodding. "Yes, something like that. What's in this planter is incredibly rare. It's called cacao, and with the right care, it can grow into something that will bring great wealth and prosperity—to all of us."
Always observant, Zhu Rong noticed how Brian spoke of warmth and care, and how he had looked to her and Meng Huo specifically. She pieced the hints together, sensing the significance. "So you want us to plant this in our lands?" she asked, a spark of understanding in her gaze.
"Exactly," Brian replied, his tone serious. "This planter needs to go south, to the warm, tropical rainforests in the Nanman territories. It has to be planted under the cover of large trees, where the soil is moist and rich. If we can cultivate this, it will be a huge step forward—not just for the people here, but for the Nanman people as well."
Meng Huo scratched his chin, glancing at Zhu Rong before speaking. "You make it sound as if this plant could change everything. How important is this, really?"
Brian met his gaze, his expression resolute. "This isn't just any plant. With proper cultivation, it could open trade routes and bring wealth to both our peoples. If successful, this could mean a fortune, beyond what you might imagine, for the Nanman. And as allies, we'll be sharing in that prosperity. Think of it as the Nanman's answer to silk—a legacy crop that could elevate the tribes, secure a future, and make the region famous. You asked for more nature, and now this could become the defining symbol of Nanman lands."
Meng Huo's face broke into a wide grin, his laugh deep and hearty. "You listened to our request on the first day of your return—and you've not only planned for more nature but a legacy for the Nanman!" He clapped Brian on the shoulder, his respect plain to see. "You've always spoken of progress, but I see now that you truly mean it."
Zhu Rong exchanged a look with Meng Huo, understanding the gravity of Brian's words. She stepped forward, nodding. "We'll see to it that this task is done. The cacao will have the best chance possible in our lands."
Brian nodded gratefully. "I knew I could count on you both. This mission is crucial, and I'm confident you'll make it happen."
As they settled into their commitment, Brian continued, "Regarding the nature you requested in the city, I've already started working with Gong Jo on designs. We'll soon see covered spaces for ritual gatherings and new green spaces within the city. Trees will line our paths, and walking gardens will provide places of tranquility. The city will be a place of harmony with nature, so when you return, you'll see your influence not just in the forests but here in the heart of Jin Cheng as well."
Meng Huo nodded with approval, the prospect of nature within the city clearly pleasing him. "You have my respect, Brian. Your commitment goes beyond words—you act. It's rare to see a leader so dedicated."
As the weight of the moment settled over them, they all understood that this mission had the potential to shape the future, binding their alliances more deeply than before and setting the stage for a new chapter in the Nanman tribes' legacy.
Author notes:
That was it for chapter 24.
Finally, after 24 chapters, all playable characters have been recruited. That took much longer than I originally planned when I started this story, but we are finally there.
It was also hinted, but we finally got the pregnancy and the start of a new future. I pictured that moment a couple of times in my head, and I am quite content with how it came out. Zhang Fei wrestling an elephant to hug his pregnant daughter will always make me laugh. Lastly, more maxed bond officers, including the likes of Da Qiao, Zhen Ji, Lu Lingqi, and Diao Chan. Who knows how that may end?
Anyway, that was it for chapter 24 and I hope to see you legends in the next one. Beyor out!