My Three Kingdoms is not right

"Charge with me!"

Wu Zilan's sword tip pointed directly at the Imperial Guard line ahead. "Charge into the palace! Only by capturing the Emperor can we survive!"

Driven to the brink of defeat, the soldiers roared and charged once more.

Unfortunately, what awaited them was a cold command.

"Release the arrows!"

Wu Zilan subconsciously raised her head, her pupils suddenly contracting.

Suddenly, rows of crossbowmen appeared on the palace wall, their dense arrowheads gleaming with a ghostly blue light in the sunlight.

The next second, a rain of arrows poured down.

The sound of crossbow bolts piercing the air was sharp and shrill, like the simultaneous flapping of countless bees' wings.

Blood mist exploded in bursts, and screams of agony rose and fell.

She opened her mouth as if to shout something, but was interrupted by a sudden, sharp pain in her chest.

Looking down, she saw a crossbow bolt lodged squarely in her heart.

……

The rain of arrows continued.

Soon, there was not a single person left standing in the barbican.

The corpses were piled up haphazardly, some still twitching slightly, others completely motionless.

On the wall, Xu Huang raised his right hand.

Her gaze swept over the corpses below the city walls, her face expressionless.

He turned to the eunuch behind him, cupped his hands, and said, "Please tell His Majesty that the rebels who stormed the palace have all been killed, and there is no need to worry."

The eunuch, dressed in a dark blue eunuch's robe, had a handsome face and was none other than the Grand Attendant Mu Shun.

She nodded slightly and said, "Thank you for your hard work, General Xu. His Majesty has always trusted the Imperial Guards."

Below them, blood pooled in the drainage ditch, emitting a faint, unsettling gurgling sound.

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Changshui Battalion was one of the five schools of the Northern Army and also the most unique unit among the Imperial Guards.

Its troops were mainly composed of nomadic cavalry such as the Wuhuan and Xiongnu, who were skilled in horsemanship and archery. It could be considered a special forces unit composed of foreign mercenaries.

At this moment, the garrison leaders and squad leaders who had gathered at the sound of the drums in Changshui Camp all sensed that something was wrong when they arrived at the main camp.

Although they were mostly non-Han people such as Wuhuan and Xiongnu, and not as cunning as the Han people, they were not stupid, just because they had less education.

An unfamiliar troop, clad in armor and wielding swords, stood guard every three steps and sentries every five. An indescribable, chilling atmosphere permeated the air.

The atmosphere was strange.

Inside the Central Army Commandery, Commander Zhong Ji of the Changshui Army sat in the main seat with a cold face. He was fully armored, his hand on the hilt of his sword, and his gaze swept over the generals who filed in, his expressionless.

When the second drumbeat stopped, all the officers and soldiers had gathered.

Zhong Ji slowly stood up, took out a roll of yellow silk from his sleeve, and held it high:

"By imperial decree!"

The generals immediately stood up and knelt on the ground.

"There is a traitorous general in the southern camp who is colluding with Yuan Shao and plotting a rebellion. You must muster your troops and set off in two quarters of an hour. Follow me to the southern camp to deliver the imperial decree, arrest the traitorous general, and take control of the army."

As soon as these words were spoken, a buzzing sound immediately filled the tent.

Most people looked completely bewildered.

Yan Lu was the first to speak. This Wuhuan leader, speaking fairly fluent Chinese, asked, "Captain, we have less than a thousand cavalrymen. How can we possibly suppress tens of thousands of troops in the Southern Camp?"

Zhong Ji glanced at her coldly: "I have the imperial edict and the military order of the General of Chariots and Cavalry. I will only punish the guilty. The soldiers in the camp will not resist."

"Time is of the essence, no further discussion needed. Anyone who delays military intelligence will be court-martialed!"

The buzzing in the tent subsided, but the uneasy atmosphere grew stronger.

Sima Maoji suddenly stood up: "Wait."

Zhong Ji's gaze swept over: "What does Commander Mao have to say?"

Mao Ji stared into Zhong Ji's eyes: "May I ask, Captain, which General of Chariots and Cavalry issued this military order?"

The tent fell silent instantly.

Zhong Ji frowned: "What do you mean?"

"General Cao is in charge of military affairs." Mao Ji's voice was unhurried and clear, each word distinct. "If it is a military order from the Minister, I will not hesitate to muster the troops immediately without any objection."

She paused, then said, "But if it's General Dong Cheng who ordered it... I'm afraid the Southern Camp army might not accept it."

The atmosphere inside the tent suddenly became tense.

Zhong Ji tapped his fingers on the hilt of the sword, producing a slight metallic clanging sound.

"Anyone who still has reservations, please step forward."

After she finished speaking, there was a moment of silence in the tent.

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, most of them too afraid to utter a sound. They knew Zhong Ji's methods; this woman was ruthless and could turn on anyone in an instant.

But four or five people stood up, most of whom were Han generals.

Unlike the Hu people, they were not completely clueless about the situation in Xuchang. The conflict between Cao Cao and Dong Cheng was no secret.

Whose "military order" was it? The risks involved are more than a hundred times greater.

Zhong Ji looked at those people and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, very good."

"Those who disobey orders and delay military operations will be taken out and beheaded as a sacrifice to the flag!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her personal guards drew their swords in unison.

Mao Ji and the others were naturally unwilling to sit idly by and wait to die, so they all drew their swords and confronted each other.

As tensions rose in the hall, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed outside – the sound of heavily armored infantry forming ranks.

The generals fell silent, realizing why there were so many unfamiliar faces outside the camp.

It turns out that the arrangement was already made long ago.

However, before they could react, Zhong Ji suddenly froze.

"Xiang'er, what brings you here?"

Everyone turned around and saw a spirited young girl dressed in tiger-patterned black armor standing at the door.

It was Zhong Ji's daughter, Zhong Xiang.

Zhong Xiang entered the tent, not even glancing at the guards with drawn swords, and went straight to Zhong Ji:

"Mother, do not be deceived by Dong Cheng. If you step out of the camp today, our Zhong family will be doomed."

The audience erupted in uproar.

Zhong Ji's face darkened: "Nonsense, what do you know? Get out of the way."

She raised her voice: "Guards, lock the young lady up!"

However, the soldiers outside did not respond.

Zhong Xiang shook his head: "Mother, there's no need to call anymore. Dong Cheng's men have already been captured by the Imperial Guards."

"What did you say?" Zhong Ji's pupils contracted sharply.

Just then, dozens of Tiger Guards blocked the exit of the Captain's Hall.

Leading the group were Mu Qing, Right Attendant of the Tiger Guard, and Zhao Zhen, Attendant of the Tiger Guard.

Several tiger-like guards carried in a sack and dumped it on the open ground inside the tent.

"Gurgle—"

More than a dozen heads rolled out, leaving shocking trails of blood on the ground.

The generals in the tent gasped in shock.

Zhong Ji swayed slightly, and only after grabbing the table did he regain his balance.

These people were the assassins sent by Dong Cheng.

Outside the hall came the sound of orderly footsteps and the rustling of armor—the sound of the Imperial Guards forming ranks.

The entire school hall was now completely surrounded, with no room to move.

Zhong Ji slumped down, his finger trembling as he pointed at his daughter: "You...you unfilial daughter!"

Without the eldest daughter leading the way, even the Tiger Legion, with its extraordinary abilities, could not have sneaked into their own camp undetected.

If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have allowed her to join the Imperial Guard in the first place.

Zhong Xiang sighed and stopped looking at his pale-faced mother.

She turned around and looked around at the generals in the tent, who all looked shocked:

"I am Zhong Xiang, a Tiger-General of the Imperial Guard, ordered to suppress the rebels. My mother was coerced by the traitor Dong Cheng's men, so all the orders I just gave are null and void."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over every face:

"The rebels have now been executed. You must immediately return and restrain your soldiers, forbidding them from leaving their tents. Anyone who dares to leave the tents without authorization or disobey orders will be punished the same as the traitors!"

Yanlu was the first to react, immediately kneeling on one knee: "Yes, sir!"

Although she was of non-Hu ethnicity, she still had a keen eye. In the current situation, it was obvious who was stronger and who was weaker.