My father-in-law Guan Yu, I persuaded Liu Bei to launch a surprise attack on Xiangyang at the beginn

boom!
With a muffled thud, Xiahou Dun crashed heavily to the ground.

His armor was tattered, his helmet lay on the ground, his hair was disheveled, and he looked utterly wretched.

"I, a dignified general of the Great Wei, was actually knocked off my horse by Guan Yu's brat with just three strikes?"

"I don't believe it, I don't believe he has that ability~~"

Xiahou Dun's eyes were filled with grief, anger, and despair. He spat out blood and muttered to himself as he struggled to get up.

Unfortunately, his injuries were too severe, and he fell down again every time he got up.

When he finally managed to stand up, swaying and staggering, Guan Ping's imposing figure was already standing in front of him.

A crescent-shaped blade rested heavily on his shoulder.

The crescent blade was already extremely heavy, and Xiahou Dun was already seriously injured, with no strength left in his body.

With a light slash from Guan Ping, Xiahou Dun was unable to withstand the pressure and his knees buckled, causing him to kneel on the ground.

The moment his knees hit the ground, Xiahou Dun's eyes widened as if they were about to burst, and the veins on his forehead bulged with rage.

How could a great general of Wei kneel at the feet of a general from an enemy state?
shame!

What a humiliating experience, worse than death!
"You ignorant brat, even your father shows me respect, how dare you insult me!"

Xiahou Dun gritted his teeth and cursed, struggling to stand up.

Guan Ping did not move his crescent blade away, but instead rested it on Xiahou Dun's shoulder, coldly watching his hysteria.

"The top general of the pseudo-Wei is nothing special."

"I will spare your life and let the Emperor decide your fate."

Guan Ping snorted coldly, flicked his wrist, and slammed the back of his blade against Xiahou Dun's head.

The screams stopped abruptly.

Xiahou Dun was instantly knocked unconscious and collapsed to the ground.

Guan Ping gestured, and his soldiers rushed forward and bound Xiahou Dun, who had been knocked unconscious, tightly.

"Quickly report the victory to the Emperor, saying that I have captured Xiahou Dun alive and recaptured Jinyang!"

"Quickly summon the Emperor to the city!"

Guan Ping gazed towards the direction of the main camp and laughed heartily.

As the sun rises in the east, the sky brightens.

The shouts of battle north of Jinyang finally subsided, replaced by earth-shaking cheers from the Han soldiers.

Above the four gates of Jinyang, the "Han" flags proudly fluttered, announcing the successful conclusion of the Battle of Bingzhou.

The entire territory of Bingzhou was now under the control of the Han Dynasty.

Half an hour later.

Liu Bei raised his head and spurred his horse, traversing the battlefield and slowly approaching the North Gate.

Behind him, civil and military officials such as Xiao He and Zhang Fei followed.

Upon entering Jinyang and ascending the North Gate, the seat of Bingzhou is now fully visible.

"Your humble servant Qian Zhao pays his respects to Your Majesty."

Qian Zhao, who had been waiting for a long time, stepped forward and bowed in worship with trepidation.

"Zijing, please dispense with the formalities."

Liu Bei quickly helped Qian Zhao up, patted his shoulder to comfort him, and said:
"Zijing, Zijing, it's been almost twenty years since we last met. In the blink of an eye, we've both grown old."

Qian Zhao smiled faintly and said self-deprecatingly:
"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural order of things; how can one not age?"

"It is my great fortune to be able to see Your Majesty again in my twilight years and to be able to do my part in restoring the Han Dynasty."

Upon hearing the phrase "Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural order," Liu Bei seemed slightly dazed, as if he had gained some kind of enlightenment.

After a slight moment of distraction, Liu Bei smiled heartily:
"It's been twenty years since we last met. I have a lot to say to you, Zijing. Tonight, we must have a good drink and not stop until we're drunk."

Qian Zhao also laughed heartily and said boldly:

"As long as Your Majesty is happy, I will certainly accompany you to the end."

The two seemed to have returned to their youth, reminiscing about the past, and enjoying themselves immensely.

"Your Majesty, Tanzhi has also captured Xiahou Dun alive, and he is awaiting Your Majesty's punishment."

Xiao He and Gang had finished catching up when Xiao He smiled and offered a reminder. Liu Bei's smile vanished, a cold glint appearing in his eyes, and he immediately ordered Xiahou Dun to be brought in.

A moment.

Covered in blood and with disheveled hair, Xiahou Dun was dragged up the city wall and forced to kneel before Liu Bei.

"Liu Bei, Liu Bei~~"

Upon seeing Liu Bei, Xiahou Dun was filled with hatred and gritted his teeth, struggling to stand up again.

"Xiahou Dun, do you have any last words to say? Say them now."

Liu Bei coldly announced his verdict against Xiahou Dun.

Since we've made him say his last words, then naturally we have to kill him.

Of course, this is not surprising.

Cao Wei was a "pseudo-regime," and Cao Cao was a traitor to the Han dynasty, committing an unforgivable crime punishable by death.

Xiahou Dun was the Grand General of the pseudo-Wei state, Cao Cao's brother, and a powerful minister second only to the emperor.

Whether it's Cao Cao or Xiahou Dun, they are both enemies who must be killed.

Even if Liu Bei was broad-minded and magnanimous, he understood that as the emperor of the Han dynasty, he had no choice but to kill Cao Cao and Xiahou Dun.

Xiahou Dun knew he was going to die, but he was neither shocked nor desperate. Instead, he glared angrily at Qian Zhao, who was standing to the side.

"Qian Zhao, you shameless traitor! If you hadn't betrayed the Great Wei, how could I have ended up in this state today!"

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

Xiahou Dun, cursing wildly, somehow found the strength to break free from the guards' restraint, leaped up, and rammed headfirst into Qian Zhao.

However, just as he leaped up, before his head even hit the ground, Zhang Fei had already stepped in front of him and blocked his way.

With a swift movement, the tiger's paw pressed down on Xiahou Dun's head.

"You used their family to coerce them, forcing them to use unjust means to gain the emperor's trust. You committed such a shameless act, and you still have the nerve to criticize them for their 'child-rearing ritual'?"

"I bother!"

After cursing loudly, Zhang Fei raised his leg and kicked.

"boom!"

Xiahou Dun was hit hard in the chest and kicked three steps away before falling heavily to the ground.

"Kachacha~~"

A sound of a rib breaking rang out.

Zhang Fei's strength was incredible; with that kick, Xiahou Dun had two ribs broken, and he collapsed to the ground in pain, unable to get up again.

"Bowen, in your opinion, how should Xiahou Dun be dealt with?"

Although Liu Bei had already decided to execute Xiahou Dun, he still did not forget to ask Xiao He for his opinion.

Xiao He answered without hesitation:

"This traitor is Cao Cao's brother, and he is ranked number one among the traitors of the pseudo-Wei state after Cao Cao. He should be killed!"

"I believe that Your Majesty should execute him on the spot and send his head to the various prefectures of Bingzhou to uphold the law of the country."

Liu Bei nodded slightly, then waved his hand:

"Guards, take the traitor Xiahou Dun away and behead him on the spot, then send his head to all the counties of Bingzhou!"

Chen Dao waved his hand, and the white-feathered guards on his left and right dragged Xiahou Dun away.

"Liu Bei, you big-eared scoundrel, I regret it! I only regret that I didn't kill you back in Xuchang to prevent future troubles!"

"Xiao He, you country bumpkin, I'm afraid the Crown Prince wasn't ruthless enough. He only drove you away back then, but didn't kill you!"

"Your Majesty, Cao Cao, I hate you! I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!"

In his final moments, Xiahou Dun cried out in grief and indignation, weeping hysterically.

Chen Dao personally took up the knife and chopped down with a single stroke.

The cries of anguish abruptly ceased.

The head of Xiahou Dun, the Grand General of Wei, rolled to the ground. (End of Chapter)