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Capítulo 617: 592. The End Of Guo Tu, Feng Ji, & Shen Pei?

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"If you cannot unite, then I will strip you both of command. I will find someone, anyone, more competent to lead our armies and become our successor." He looked at them with a mixture of anger and sorrow. "You are my sons, but you are also my greatest shame." Yuan Tan and Yuan Shang exchanged glances, their animosity momentarily overshadowed by the sting of their father's words. For the first time, they saw not just a leader, but a man broken by their failures.

Meanwhile, the rest of Yuan Shao's court stood in stunned silence, their collective breath caught in their throats. Yuan Shao's outburst had struck them like a thunderclap, reverberating through the grand hall. The always arrogant and overbearing warlord, whose pride was as unshakable as the mountains, had shown a moment of vulnerability, an eruption of rage born not only from disappointment but from despair.

The three advisors, Guo Tu, Feng Ji, and Shen Pei, who had been silently watching the scene unfold, froze. Their initial inclination had been to join in berating Yuan Tan and Yuan Shang, hoping to shift the blame and alleviate their own guilt for the failed campaign.

After all, it was they who had pushed for this ill-fated venture against Cao Cao, weaving whispers of grand opportunity and inevitable victory into the ears of Yuan Shao's sons. But seeing Yuan Shao's fury, they thought better of it. The last thing they wanted was to draw attention to their own culpability.

Still, their movements did not go unnoticed. Yuan Tan and Yuan Shang, though initially cowed by their father's rage, soon caught sight of the subtle exchanges of glances between the three advisors. Their frustration, already simmering from the humiliation of their father's scolding, began to boil over.

Memories of those advisors' sweet words and manipulative schemes came flooding back. Yuan Tan's hands clenched into fists as he recalled Guo Tu's smooth assurances that the campaign would solidify his place as his father's heir. Yuan Shang's jaw tightened as he remembered Feng Ji's impassioned appeals to his ambition, promising glory and supremacy over his elder brother.

The two brothers, for once united in their anger, turned to confront their manipulators. Yuan Tan's gaze burned as he pointed a trembling finger at Guo Tu. "Guo Tu," he snarled, "you were the one who came to me, whispering lies about how this campaign would cement my legacy. You urged me to pressure Father, to prove myself!"

Across the hall, Yuan Shang's voice rang out, his tone sharp with accusation. "And you, Feng Ji, filled my ears with poison! You said the campaign was a chance to outshine my brother, to win Father's favor once and for all!" He turned to Shen Pei, who stood behind them like a shadow. "And don't think you'll escape blame, Shen Pei. You've been their accomplice in every scheme, haven't you? You must have approached my second brother Yuan Xi, but he suddenly turned to the other faction due to Master Zhen Yi."

The court erupted into murmurs. All eyes turned to the accused trio, whose faces paled as the accusations mounted. Guo Tu raised his hands defensively, his voice trembling with protest. "My lords, I only acted in the best interests of the Yuan family! The campaign… it seemed like the logical step—"

"Logical?" Yuan Tan thundered, his voice echoing through the hall. "Almost all of our army is gone! Yan Liang and Wen Chou are dead! We lost almost all of our domains to Lie Fan! And you call that logical?"

Feng Ji stepped forward, his words dripping with feigned contrition. "Third young lord Yuan Shang, you misunderstand. My counsel was meant to guide you to glory, not ruin. The campaign's failure was not my doing!"

"Enough!" Yuan Shao's voice cut through the noise like a blade, silencing everyone. His gaze, filled with cold fury, fell upon the three advisors. "So, it was you three who poisoned my sons' minds with your foolish ambitions. You, who pushed for this campaign from the shadows, now cower and deflect when faced with its consequences."

Guo Tu, Feng Ji, and Shen Pei fell to their knees, their heads bowed low. "My lord," Shen Pei began, his voice trembling, "we only sought to serve the Yuan family, to—"

"Silence!" Yuan Shao's voice cracked like a whip. He rose from his seat, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over the kneeling men. "Your scheming has cost me hundreds of thousands of lives of my army, the death of my two strongest and braves generals, the loyalty of my troops, and the honor of my family. If you think your groveling will absolve you, you are sorely mistaken."

The rest of the court watched in stunned silence as Yuan Shao's rage reached its zenith. He turned to his sons, his expression softening ever so slightly. "You have been foolish, yes, but you were also manipulated by these vipers. This failure is as much theirs as it is yours."

Yuan Tan and Yuan Shang exchanged a glance, their earlier animosity momentarily set aside. They nodded in unison, their mutual resentment toward the advisors cementing a fragile truce.

Yuan Shao's gaze returned to the three kneeling men. "You will not escape punishment," he declared. "Guards, seize them."

At his command, soldiers stepped forward, dragging Guo Tu, Feng Ji, and Shen Pei to their feet. The trio's protests fell on deaf ears as they were hauled away, their cries fading into the distance.

The hall fell silent once more, the weight of the moment pressing down on everyone present. Yuan Shao sank back into his chair, his shoulders slumping under the burden of leadership. He looked at his sons, his voice weary but resolute. "This is your last chance. If you cannot set aside your petty rivalries and work together, the Yuan family will fall. Do you understand?"

Yuan Tan and Yuan Shang bowed deeply, their voices uniting in a solemn pledge. "Yes, Father. We will not fail you again."

Satisfied, though far from reassured, Yuan Shao dismissed the court. As the hall emptied, he remained seated, staring into the distance. The once-mighty warlord, now weathered and weary, knew that the path ahead would be fraught with peril. The Yuan family's survival depended not only on military might but on unity, a unity that seemed increasingly fragile.

In the days that followed, the court was a hive of activity. The remnants of Yuan Shao's forces stationed in the Great Wall under Yuan Xi's leadership regrouped at Zhongshan, their numbers bolstered by conscripts from the surrounding territories.

Yuan Tan and Yuan Shang, though still wary of one another, began to cooperate alongside Yuan Xi as well, under their father's watchful eye. Together, they devised plans to fortify their position and prepare for the inevitable clash with Lie Fan's army.

Meanwhile, the fates of Guo Tu, Feng Ji, and Shen Pei hung in the balance. Imprisoned and awaiting judgment, the once-influential advisors now faced the consequences of their treachery. Rumors swirled about their impending punishment, but Yuan Shao remained silent on the matter, his decision known only to him.

In the dark, damp prison of Zhongshan, the cells were cold and oppressive, their stone walls closing in on their inhabitants like a cruel embrace. Guo Tu, Feng Ji, and Shen Pei sat in separate cells, but they could hear one another clearly. The absence of guards gave them the freedom to speak, but their voices, full of frustration and outrage, only echoed back to them in the emptiness.

"This is how we're repaid after years of loyalty?" Guo Tu spat, his tone sharp with indignation. "We've praised Yuan Shao to the heavens, fought for his family's cause, and now this? Thrown into a filthy dungeon like common criminals."

"Indeed," Feng Ji chimed in, his voice dripping with bitterness. "And for what? A failed campaign? As if we were the only ones to blame. If anyone should be here, it's those three incompetent sons of his. Always at each other's throats, too blind to see the bigger picture."

Shen Pei sighed deeply from his adjacent cell, his voice quieter but no less resentful. "And let's not forget Yuan Shao himself. His indecisiveness and arrogance led us to ruin, yet here we sit, bearing the brunt of his failures. What a farce."

The three men lapsed into silence for a moment, their minds stewing in their collective anger. But soon enough, the quiet gave way to more insults and recriminations, their words growing harsher with every passing minute.

"Yuan Shao and his brood are nothing but ungrateful tyrants," Guo Tu growled. "We've dedicated our lives to their cause, and this is the thanks we get? Imprisonment and disgrace?"

"A pox on the entire Yuan clan," Feng Ji hissed, his voice venomous. "They think themselves noble, but they're nothing more than vultures, tearing each other apart for scraps of power."

"Let them crumble," Shen Pei muttered darkly. "They'll regret casting us aside when they realize they're nothing without our counsel."

As the three men continued their tirade, their voices rising with each insult, the faint sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor. It was subtle at first, almost indistinguishable from the ambient creaks and groans of the old prison. But as the footsteps drew closer, the three men fell silent, their anger replaced by a sudden, uneasy curiosity.

From the shadows emerged three hooded figures, their faces obscured by heavy cloaks. They moved with an eerie, deliberate silence, their presence unsettling in the dimly lit corridor. Guo Tu, Feng Ji, and Shen Pei stared at them in a mixture of surprise and suspicion.

"Who are you?" Guo Tu demanded, his voice sharp. "What business do you have here?"

The figures did not respond immediately. Instead, they stopped just outside the cells, their gazes hidden beneath the folds of their hoods. One of them finally spoke, their voice low and deliberate. "Do you wish to be free?"

The question hung in the air like a tangible thing, its weight pressing down on the three imprisoned men. Guo Tu narrowed his eyes, his suspicion deepening. "Who sent you?" he asked, his tone wary.

The figure ignored the question, repeating the same offer. "Do you wish to be free? Free to leave this place, and free from any harm to your families?"

Feng Ji and Shen Pei exchanged uneasy glances, their earlier anger now mingled with confusion and hope. Freedom was a tempting prospect, especially given the grim alternative of dying in disgrace in this wretched dungeon. But the sudden appearance of these strangers raised more questions than answers.

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Name: Lie Fan

Title: Overlord Of The Central Plains

Age: 32 (199 AD)

Level: 16

Next Level: 462,000

Renown: 1325

Cultivation: Yin Yang Separation (level 9)

SP: 1,121,700

ATTRIBUTE POINTS

STR: 951 (+20)

VIT: 613 (+20)

AGI: 598 (+10)

INT: 617

CHR: 96

WIS: 519

WILL: 407

ATR Points: 0


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Capítulo 618: 593. The Three Meet Their Savior

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Feng Ji and Shen Pei exchanged uneasy glances, their earlier anger now mingled with confusion and hope. Freedom was a tempting prospect, especially given the grim alternative of dying in disgrace in this wretched dungeon. But the sudden appearance of these strangers raised more questions than answers.

"You expect us to trust you without knowing who you are or what you want?" Guo Tu said, his voice tinged with defiance.

One of the other hooded figures stepped forward, their movements smooth and deliberate. "Trust is irrelevant," they said, their tone almost dismissive. "The question is simple, do you wish to live, or do you wish to rot here, forgotten and alone? Remembered as the treacherous advisors who caused the downfall of Yuan Shao?"

The bluntness of the statement sent a shiver down Guo Tu's spine. He glanced toward Feng Ji and Shen Pei, searching their faces for some indication of what they were thinking. Feng Ji's expression was a mixture of fear and desperation, while Shen Pei looked deep in thought, his brow furrowed.

"What happens to our families if we stay?" Shen Pei asked cautiously, his voice betraying his concern. "Will they be implicated in our so-called crimes?"

The hooded figure nodded slowly. "Your families will face ruin. Imprisonment, confiscation of property, perhaps worse like the execution of your entire family line. Yuan Shao's wrath does not stop at you three."

The implication was clear, and it sent a wave of dread through the imprisoned advisors. Despite their anger and bitterness, their families' safety weighed heavily on their minds.

Feng Ji, his voice trembling slightly, broke the silence. "And if we agree? What will you do?"

The third hooded figure, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. "We will ensure your escape and protect your families. But there is a price for all of this."

Guo Tu's eyes narrowed as he heard the word price. "A price? What kind of price do we have to pay?"

The figure leaned closer, their voice a whisper that seemed to cut through the air like a blade. "Loyalty. Not to Yuan Shao, but to another. One who recognizes your worth, values your skills, and ultimately values the inner knowledge you have inside of Yuan Shao's court."

The words hung in the air, heavy with implication. The three advisors exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of suspicion and intrigue.

"Who is this… other?" Shen Pei asked carefully.

The hooded figures said nothing, their silence speaking volumes. It was clear they would not reveal their master's identity, well not yet, at least. The ambiguity only deepened the mystery, but it also added to the allure.

For men like Guo Tu, Feng Ji, and Shen Pei, who had spent their lives navigating the treacherous waters of court politics, the prospect of serving someone new, someone who might value them more than Yuan Shao ever had, was undeniably tempting.

Guo Tu was the first to speak. "If you can guarantee our freedom and the safety of our families, then I see no reason to refuse."

Feng Ji hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Nor do I. Better to serve a new master than die in disgrace under the old one."

Shen Pei, though more reserved, eventually gave a small nod. "If you can deliver on your promises, then I will follow."

The lead hooded figure inclined their head slightly, as if acknowledging their decision. Without another word, they turned and began to unlock the cells, their movements swift and practiced. Within moments, the three advisors were free, their chains removed and their paths cleared.

"Follow us," one of the figures instructed. "We must move quickly."

Guo Tu, Feng Ji, and Shen Pei exchanged one last glance before stepping out of their cells. Their fate was now tied to these mysterious figures and their unknown master. As they disappeared into the shadows, the prison of Zhongshan fell silent once more, the air heavy with the weight of what had just transpired.

Little did they know, that their escape would set into motion a series of events that would reshape the balance of power in the north. Yuan Shao's court would soon learn of their disappearance, and the seeds of suspicion and betrayal would be sown even deeper within the already fractured Yuan clan.

For the three former advisors, however, the road ahead was uncertain but filled with possibility, a chance to reclaim their lost honor, or to fall even further into infamy.

To the southwest of Zhongshan, the vast plains were dotted with the banners of Lie Fan's army groups, the Qilin Army, Qinlong Army, and Baihu Army. Thousands of soldiers moved about the sprawling camp, their armor gleaming under the midday sun.

The sight was awe-inspiring, a testament to the discipline and strength of Lie Fan's forces. However, what puzzled many, including the head generals and strategists of each army group, was the sudden halt in their advance.

Lie Fan, known for his aggressive and decisive strategies, had ordered the army to rest and create a temporary camp just tens of kilometers from Zhongshan. This decision had sparked quiet murmurs of confusion among his officers.

Why would they stop when victory seemed within reach? The answer, however, was known only to Lie Fan, Sima Yi, and Xun You, the core masterminds for the three army groups at the stage of this campaign.

Inside the central command tent, the atmosphere was calm but charged with anticipation. Lie Fan sat at the head of a large table, flanked by Sima Yi and Xun You. Spread before them was a detailed map of Zhongshan and its surrounding regions, marked with troop positions and key strategic points.

Lie Fan's expression was sharp, his gaze fixed on the map. "The reports from the Oriole agents confirm what we suspected," he said, his tone measured but laced with confidence. "Yuan Shao's court is in complete disarray. The revelations about Guo Tu, Feng Ji, and Shen Pei have shattered whatever unity remained among his ranks."

Sima Yi, ever composed, nodded. "The imprisonment of those three advisors is a significant blow to Yuan Shao's administration. Their removal has not only weakened his ability to govern but also sown seeds of mistrust among his remaining officers. It's the perfect opportunity for us to strike."

Xun You, leaning slightly over the table, tapped a marked spot on the map. "And now that the Oriole agents have successfully orchestrated their escape, we hold the leverage. Guo Tu, Feng Ji, and Shen Pei possess invaluable knowledge about Zhongshan's defenses and Yuan Shao's inner circle. Their betrayal will cripple Yuan Shao from within."

Lie Fan leaned back in his chair, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Exactly. By rescuing them, we've not only gained powerful tools to dismantle Yuan Shao's power but also ensured that his remaining forces will be riddled with paranoia. Yuan Shao won't know whom to trust."

Just as Lie Fan spoke, a messenger entered the tent, bowing deeply. "My lord, the Oriole agents have sent word. The three advisors have been successfully extracted and are en route to our camp. They will arrive by nightfall."

Lie Fan nodded, his smile widening. "Good. Ensure they are brought directly to me upon their arrival. I want to hear from them firsthand." As the messenger left, the three men in the tent resumed their discussion.

Meanwhile, within the camp, the soldiers of the Qilin, Qinlong, and Baihu armies were taking advantage of the rare pause in their campaign. Blacksmiths hammered away at damaged weapons, supply officers distributed rations, and soldiers rested in groups, sharing stories and laughter. Despite the apparent calm, the men remained vigilant, knowing that their commander never acted without purpose.

The generals, too, were restless. Zhang Liao who was the head general of the Qilin Army approached the command tent alongside Wei, the head general of the Baihu Army.

"I don't understand it," Zhang Liao muttered, his tone carrying a hint of frustration. "Lord Lie Fan is always pushing forward, always seeking the next advantage. Why stop now, when Zhongshan is within our grasp?"

Dian Wei, who was brave, fiercely loyal, and less prone to questioning orders, shrugged. "Lord Lie Fan must have his reasons. You know as well as I do that his plans are never without purpose. We just have to trust him."

As they reached the tent, the flap opened, and Sima Yi stepped out, his sharp eyes immediately meeting theirs.

"Generals," Sima Yi greeted, his tone neutral but firm. "I assume you're here to question the halt in our advance."

Zhang Liao crossed his arms, his expression serious. "I won't deny it. The men are restless, and even the officers are beginning to wonder why we've stopped."

Sima Yi gave a small, knowing smile. "All in due time, General Zhang. For now, trust that Lord Lie Fan's decision will bring us greater rewards than a reckless advance ever could."

Before Zhang Liao could press further, another messenger arrived, this time bearing a more urgent expression. "Master Sima Yi, the three advisors have arrived. They are being escorted to Lord Lie Fan as we speak."

Sima Yi's smile widened. "Excellent. I believe all your questions will soon be answered, General Zhang."

Nightfall brought a hush over the camp as Guo Tu, Feng Ji, and Shen Pei were led into the command tent. Their appearances were disheveled, their expressions a mixture of wariness and curiosity. Despite their circumstances, they carried themselves with a certain dignity, remnants of their once-lofty positions in Yuan Shao's court.

Lie Fan stood as they entered, his presence commanding yet calm. "Gentlemen," he began, his voice steady. "You stand before me not as prisoners, but as potential allies. You have valuable knowledge that can turn the tide of this war, and in return, I offer you a chance to reclaim your honor and protect your families."

Guo Tu, as the leader and oldest of the three, was the first to speak. "Lord Lie Fan, what a surprise that wasn't a surprise, on our way we are thinking who could come to save us, and we are grateful for your intervention. But before we pledge ourselves to your cause, we must know, what do you seek from us?"

Lie Fan's gaze hardened, his tone unwavering. "I seek the downfall of Yuan Shao and the unification of the north under a banner of stability and prosperity. You three have seen firsthand the decay within his court. His inability to lead, his arrogance, his favoritism to the likes of you three and others, all of it has brought ruin to his once-great army and domain. I need your knowledge to dismantle his remaining power and bring this war to an end."

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Name: Lie Fan

Title: Overlord Of The Central Plains

Age: 32 (199 AD)

Level: 16

Next Level: 462,000

Renown: 1325

Cultivation: Yin Yang Separation (level 9)

SP: 1,121,700

ATTRIBUTE POINTS

STR: 951 (+20)

VIT: 613 (+20)

AGI: 598 (+10)

INT: 617

CHR: 96

WIS: 519

WILL: 407

ATR Points: 0


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