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Chapter 165: The grand plan for hegemony finally came to nothing! Zhou Yu: Liu Bei, Xiao He, if you win, I will die!

Xu Sheng is dead?

Zhu Huan was captured?

The reinforcements of the Shanyue soldiers, 5,000 sneak attack soldiers, were completely wiped out?

Zhou Yu's face was as pale as paper, and he was gasping for breath. His heart felt as if it was being cut into pieces, and he was in so much pain that he almost suffocated and fainted.

"No, this is fake, no..."

He muttered incoherently, suppressing the pain in his heart, stumbled towards the battlement, and looked outside the city with the last glimmer of hope.

The army lined up in a dense formation was indeed Liu's army.

Who else could the bloody head in Gan Ning's hand be but Xu Sheng?
The mountain of irrefutable evidence ruthlessly shattered Zhou Yu's remaining glimmer of hope.

His plan, his last ditch effort that he thought was flawless, was shattered.

It was still seen through by Xiao He!

"Why, you blind thief God, why do you do this to me?"

"Since you gave birth to me, Zhou Yu, why did you send down that country bumpkin to defeat me?"

"Why, why——"

Zhou Yu pounded the battlements like a madman, looked up to the sky and cursed the heavens with sadness and anger.

Zhou Yu felt a sharp pain in his chest as his heart and head were rushed with rage and blood. A mouthful of rage and blood spurted out of his mouth with a "woosh".

"uncle!"

"Captain!"

Sun Shao, Kan Ze and others, without caring about their panic, rushed forward to support Zhou Yu.

Along the city line, the remaining Jiangdong soldiers had become demoralized and fell into panic and chaos.

Gan Ning, who was standing under the city, saw Zhou Yu vomiting blood and falling to the ground with his own eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then he raised Xu Sheng's head again and shouted to the soldiers in the city:
"Listen up, Jiangdong soldiers on the city walls! The Sun clan's demise is inevitable. The situation is hopeless. My lord only needs to give the order to raze Moling to the ground!"

"When Sun Ce conquered Jiangdong, he killed so many of you Jiangdong men. Why are you still working for his son?"

"Now is the time for revenge. Quickly capture Sun Shao and Zhou Yu, open the city and surrender to my lord. My lord will surely reward you handsomely!"

After Gan Ning made Zhou Yu so angry that he vomited blood, he launched a psychological warfare tactic again and tried to persuade the Jiangdong soldiers along the city to surrender.

Just a few words touched their hearts directly.

The already frightened Jiangdong soldiers could not help but recall the brutal behavior of Sun Ce when he came to Jiangdong. The buried hatred was awakened, and their eyes were all focused on Sun Shao and Zhou Yu.

That look made Sun Shao feel like a thorn in his back.

"Uncle Gongjin, the situation is hopeless. Why don't we surrender... surrender... surrender to Liu Bei..."

Sun Shao's face turned red and he uttered these words with difficulty through gritted teeth.

He finally gave in.

When the situation was hopeless and Moling City was about to fall, at this critical moment of life and death, his lofty ambitions were frightened away and his true fear of death was revealed.

"What did you say?"

Zhou Yu, who was originally dizzy, seemed to be extremely stimulated. He suddenly became furious, propped up his body and stared at Sun Shao in disbelief.

Sun Shao was frightened by Zhou Yu's ferocious eyes and trembled, and involuntarily took a half step back.

After hesitating for a moment, he said with a bitter face:
"We only have about 4,000 soldiers left. Our morale has collapsed. How can we possibly withstand the enemy's siege from all sides?"

"Uncle Gongjin, the situation is hopeless. We can no longer protect the Sun family's legacy. For the sake of our lives and yours, surrender to Liu Bei."

"Liu Bei has always been kind and righteous. As long as we surrender, he will definitely—"

The more Zhou Yu listened, the angrier he became. Unable to bear it any longer, he raised his hand and slapped him.

"Snapped!"

Sun Shao was slapped and fell to the ground.

Kan Ze and others were all stunned.

Zhou Yu actually slapped Sun Shao?

No matter how much power you, Zhou Yu, hold as an elder, you are ultimately a subject of the Sun family.

As a subject, he slapped his own lord in the face. What kind of move is this?
"Uncle Gongdu, you——"

Sun Shao also covered his face and turned around, staring at Zhou Yu with a look of grievance and shock.

Zhou Yu, however, showed no shame and pointed at his nose and angrily scolded:
"I helped you take the throne because I valued you as Bofu's son. You have Bofu's blood in you and would rather die than surrender to Cao!"

"Now you're so afraid of death that you want to surrender to that big-eared thief just to stay alive?"

"You are the son of Jiangdong's Little Overlord. How can you be so heartless and afraid of death?"

Sun Shao was scolded so badly that he covered his burning face, lowered his head in shame, and dared not utter a word.

After cursing, Zhou Yu struggled to stand up and shouted:
"Come here, send him back to the provincial capital immediately!"

The guards on both sides obeyed his orders, hurried forward to pick up Sun Shao, and headed towards the city.

Zhou Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, picked up his cane again with one hand, drew his sword from its sheath with the other, and pointed at Gan Ning:
"Jinfan thief, go tell the big-eared thief, even if Xiao He sees through my plan, what good will it do!"

"I, Zhou Yu, will stand right here, waiting for him to unleash his horse and attack!"

"With Zhou Yu here, he won't be able to bring even a single soldier into Moling!"

Gan Ning looked at Zhou Yu coldly as he spoke wildly, but his expression showed neither surprise nor anger.

Xiao He had already expected Zhou Yu's desperate struggle.

Xiao He had also anticipated that Zhou Yu would never give up his dignity and open the city to surrender to them.

His mission was simply to use Xu Sheng's head to launch a final psychological attack on the Jiangdong army before the army attacked the city.

"Military Advisor Bowen is right. You, Zhou Yu, are truly a tough nut to crack. Even if the battle comes down to the very last soldier, you will fight to the bitter end."

"Very good, Zhou Yu, please wait a moment, I will come back to take your head later!"

After saying this, Gan Ning threw Xu Sheng's head towards the top of the city wall, then turned his horse around and returned to his camp.

The head flew up and landed right at Zhou Yu's feet.

That face full of despair and unwillingness before death was turned towards Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu shuddered, his body trembled, and he instinctively took a half step back.

The Jiangdong soldiers around were all terrified.

Outside the city, Gan Ning had returned to his camp and reported Zhou Yu's arrogant words to Liu Bei.

Liu Bei was neither surprised nor angry. He drew his sword and pointed towards Moling City:
"The entire army will attack the city and crush Moling!"

"Within an hour, I want to see my general's flag hoisted on the north gate tower!"

The order for the general attack was given.

"Boom-boom-boom!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The sounds of trumpets and war drums suddenly rang out.

The 20,000 Liu troops lined up in battle array, like a tide, rushed towards the north gate with deafening killing shouts.

At the same time, Liu's army camps at the East Gate, West Gate, and South Gate also launched attacks on the gates of Moling.

The most massive siege since the siege began.

Zhou Yu's final resistance also began.

He held on to his broken body, brandished his sword, and shouted at the remaining Jiangdong soldiers, attempting a final and desperate fight.

It was of no avail. The annihilation of Xu Sheng's five thousand soldiers, coupled with Gan Ning's psychological warfare tactics, had completely crushed the remaining will of the Jiangdong soldiers.

Faced with Liu Jun's overwhelming attack, they had no intention of resisting. They either hid under the battlements and dared not show their heads, or sneaked down to the city.

Zhou Yu's voice was almost hoarse, and he was so angry that blood foam kept spurting out of the corners of his mouth, but he still couldn't inspire the soldiers' fighting spirit.

"Reporting to the Commander-in-Chief, the west gate was breached by Liu's army, and General Zhou Cang was killed in battle!"

"Reporting to the Commander-in-Chief, the South Gate was breached by Liu's army, and General Zhu Zhi was killed in battle!"

"Reporting to the Governor..."

The bad news came like snowflakes, destroying Zhou Yu's mental will bit by bit.

Kan Ze, who was hit by several arrows, stumbled over and shouted in despair:

"Commander-in-Chief, the situation is hopeless. Moling can no longer be defended. Even if we don't surrender to Liu Bei, we must find another way out—"

Before he could even utter the word "road", an arrow shot from the bottom of the city and hit Kan Ze in the back of the head.

Kan Ze's screams came to an abrupt end, his face frozen in a moment of despair and pain, and he collapsed in front of Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu's spiritual will and his self-deception were also shattered by the falling Kan Ze.

"The game is over, isn't it?"

"Bofu, is this Jiangdong foundation you've built finally going to fall into the hands of that big-eared thief?"

Zhou Yu looked up to the sky and sighed sadly.

Then he sheathed his sword, limped down the city wall, mounted his warhorse and headed towards Wangzhou Prefecture.

Zhou Yu left.

The Jiangdong soldiers, who had no intention of fighting, immediately scattered, throwing away their weapons and armor and fleeing towards the city.

Countless Liu army soldiers outside the city rushed to the top of the city like a tide.

The city gates burst open and the drawbridge was cut down.

Liu's army of infantry and cavalry, like tigers and wolves, rushed in through the north gate.

On the north gate tower, a flag with the word "Liu" on it slowly rose.

West Gate, South Gate, East Gate…

The Liu-shaped flags were raised one after another, announcing the change of hands of the four gates of Moling.

When the first rays of morning glow rose, Liu Bei rode his horse and held his sword, entering Moling City through the north gate.

Liu Bei entered the north gate and led his army to continue advancing into the heart of Moling and heading towards the provincial capital.

In the main hall of the provincial government.

Zhou Yu held a torch in one hand and a long sword in the other, and limped into the hall with his broken body.

Sun Shao, who was sitting in the main seat, stood up suddenly.

The personal guards surrounding him on both sides also looked at Zhou Yu, each of them feeling uneasy.

"Moling City has fallen. The situation is hopeless. All of you should flee for your lives."

Zhou Yu shouted at his guards with an expressionless face.

The guards were stunned for a moment, looked at each other for a few seconds, and then dispersed and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In the huge mansion, only Zhou Yu and Sun Shao were left.

"Uncle Gongjin, I've already said it before. The situation is hopeless. Moling City cannot be defended."

"Before Liu Bei breaks into the provincial capital, let's surrender to him immediately. Even if the Sun family's foundation is gone, at least we can save our lives..."

Sun Shao's voice was choked with sobs, and he almost knelt down to beg Zhou Yu.

Looking at Sun Shao's cowardly look, Zhou Yu was not only indifferent, but the disappointment and disgust in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Swipe!"

The long sword suddenly slashed out, striking Sun Shao's feet with two strikes.

With a scream, Sun Shao's tendons were severed and he fell to his knees on the ground.

"Uncle Gongjin, you, you——"

Sun Shao lay on the ground, looking at Zhou Yu in pain, his eyes filled with fear.

Zhou Yu said nothing, but held up the torch and set fire to the gauze curtains in the hall one by one, and then knocked over the braziers and candlesticks to the ground.

Flames ignited and spread rapidly in all directions.

"Uncle Gongjin, what are you doing? Are you crazy?"

Sun Shao was so frightened that his eyes were about to pop out, and he shouted excitedly at Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu remained indifferent and said coldly:
"You are Bofu's son. I will never allow you to surrender to the big-eared thief and bring shame to Bofu's reputation, making him a laughing stock for the world!"

"I, Zhou Yu, have been a noble for generations. I cannot surrender to Cao, and I certainly cannot bend my knees and surrender to a mat weaver and shoe seller!"

"You and I have no way to go. Let's go to the underworld and follow Bo Fu."

Sun Shao was horrified.

Only then did he understand that Zhou Yu wanted to set himself on fire to preserve his reputation.

And I want to take him with me to die!
"Zhou Yu, you lunatic, if you want to die, then die yourself, why are you dragging me down with you?"

Sun Shao woke up in shock and started cursing in anger and grief.

Zhou Yu remained indifferent and continued to set fire.

Seeing that he couldn't wake Zhou Yu up by scolding him, and his leg tendons were cut, Sun Shao had no choice but to grab the ground with his hands and crawl towards the hall door desperately.

When the last gauze curtain was ignited, Zhou Yu threw away the torch in his hand and limped past Sun Shao.

He raised and lowered the sword in his hand, slashing his arm twice.

Another scream was heard, and Sun Shao's tendons were cut, leaving him completely unable to move.

"Zhou Yu, you cold-blooded bastard, you self-righteous lunatic, you—"

Sun Shao, lying on the ground, could only curse in despair and anger.

Zhou Yu ignored him, supported himself with his sword, and stood in front of the hall door. He looked through the raging fire and looked at the Moling City that had changed hands.

The high spirits when following Sun Ce and sweeping across Jiangdong.

He was filled with lofty ambitions when he talked with Sun Ce by candlelight at night, discussing the world.

As the Grand Commander, he commanded the Jiangdong armies with great prestige...

One after another of the exciting pictures were eventually reduced to ashes by the raging fire before their eyes.

In the firelight and ashes, he vaguely saw a figure standing in the fire, watching him go to his end with a sarcastic look and a sneer.

"Xiao He——"

Zhou Yu gritted his teeth and called out the name.

It was this name that had seen through his schemes time and time again, played him around time and time again, and forced him step by step into the desperate situation he was in today.

"Heaven is ruthless. If Yu is born, how can there be peace?"

"Since we have Yu, why do we need He——"

Zhou Yu knelt weakly on the ground and raised his head to the sky to ask this sad and angry question again.

Boom boom boom!
One after another, the blazing wooden beams fell down.

Zhou Yu, who was asking questions to the heaven in sorrow, and Sun Shao, who was cursing in despair, were engulfed in the raging fire in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)