A Brief Account of the Lewdness of the Three Kingdoms

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Yingchuan.

For soldiers, the endless killing continues.

For generals, the endless command of their men to kill.

Shang Xiu watched his spear slice through enemy heads and chests, one after another.

His spearmanship, honed under the guidance of his two elder brothers—Guan Yu and Zhang Fei—was constantly improving, but that only meant he could kill more people!

The heavy stench of blood was maddening. If one could detach oneself from it and look at oneself on the battlefield, one would realize that man is fundamentally a beast; only, outside the battlefield, man is an even more hypocritical beast.

The fallen bodies, the groans of death, and the muttered monstrous words of Zhang Jiao all fueled the hatred in Shang Xiu's heart. It was this demon who had pushed hundreds of thousands of ignorant people to the battlefield, to their deaths.

"Little brother." Shang Xiu jolted awake, finding himself in the military camp.

Guan Yu sat outside the tent, wiping the blood from his Green Dragon Crescent Blade. A peaceful expression appeared on his fierce face as he said calmly, "Are you in pain?" Shang Xiu smiled bitterly, "Not bad. Right now, what I want most is to find the three Zhang brothers and assassinate them one by one." Guan Yu shook his head and said, "Kill one Zhang Jiao, and another Zhang Jiao will appear. If killing one person could solve the problem, one only needs to kill the ruler of a country. What's the point of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods?" Shang Xiu knew that he was most familiar with the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods. In fact, the Spring and Autumn period was the most culturally prosperous period since the Xia, Shang, and Western Zhou dynasties.

He replied, "To catch the thief, first catch the king. Kill the ringleader, and the rest will scatter on their own, thus calming the chaos." "Your thinking is like Jing Ke's assassination attempt on the Qin Emperor. Just imagine, if Jing Ke, as an envoy, had killed the Qin Emperor, what would have been the result?

Would it have been as Prince Dan thought, that the Yan state would have been saved?" Shang Xiu was stunned, then answered, "The Qin state would have mobilized its entire army to attack Yan, not stopping until all the Yan people were killed." Thinking of this, he was struck by a sudden realization.

Yes, now the Yellow Turban followers worshipped Zhang Jiao as a god, just as the Qin people believed Ying Zheng was a great ruler "inheriting the virtue of water." Killing Zhang Jiao would only cause the remaining Yellow Turban followers to go mad and riot everywhere, a far more terrifying event than a real rebellion.

Guan Yu, knowing he understood, smiled slightly and said, "Remember your place. You are a soldier, and they are bandits. Your feelings will naturally dissipate." Shang Xiu said, "But they were only misled..."

Guan Yu said, "There are two kinds of bandits: those who rebel for ambition and those who rebel for survival. Observe carefully, and you will know which kind of enemy can be let go and which kind must be killed." Shang Xiu sincerely said,

"I have learned something." Guan Yu looked at him for a long time, then laughed loudly, "You are a teachable child." ********** ...

"Miss Shang, it's a rare opportunity, why not stay a little longer?" These county officials swarmed around her like bees to honey. Shang Xuan had also wanted to see Zhao Yun and see how skilled he was with his spear, but he had already gone outside. Disappointed, she shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, I have other matters to attend to and cannot stay any longer." "Zhao... Lord Zhao is back!" Just as Shang Xuan was about to get up and leave, a commotion arose outside. She was in the outer courtyard of the county government building. Turning around, she saw a tall, imposing man, eight feet tall, holding a long spear upside down, dragging behind him a man even taller than himself, followed by a young girl and several commoners.

The dragged man's face was covered in blood, his appearance terrifying; he had clearly been severely punished.

This... is Zhao Yun?

Zhao Yun threw the man he was holding to the ground and shouted, "Registrar!" One of the men who had been talking to Shang Xuan moved aside and hurriedly began grinding ink. Zhao Yun continued, "Miss, was this the man who harassed you and injured your father yesterday?" Shang Xuan, caught up in the atmosphere, stood aside and watched how things unfolded. Hmm, why does this situation seem so familiar?

The girl glanced at the burly man and slowly nodded.

Zhao Yun coldly stared at the several civilians behind him and said, "You lot, did you see him yesterday too?" "Yes!" "That's right! It was Wang Kang!" The burly man shouted, "Zhao Yun, don't be so smug! My father is an official in the capital. When he returns, the first person I'll kill is you, then that brat... heh... of course, I won't let you die so easily... ah!" Zhao Yun kicked Wang Kang, sending him sprawling. He said to the clerk, "This man has committed acts of harassment against women, robbed people of their property, and assaulted and injured others. What should his sentence be?" The clerk scratched his head and said, "He should be sentenced to three years of penal servitude." Zhao Yun said, "Take him away!" "Zhao Yun! You've got guts! You'll remember this!" Wang Kang shouted hatefully as he was escorted inside by several soldiers.

Shang Xuan was stunned. Back in Gaoyang, hadn't his brother also served as a county magistrate? Why did this man resemble his brother so much?

The young woman, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, knelt before Zhao Yun, sobbing, "Lord Zhao, you have upheld justice for me, I am so sorry..." Zhao Yun helped her up, saying, "No need to thank me, go home and take good care of your father." After the young woman thanked him repeatedly and left, Zhao Yun turned around and was surprised to see a beautiful woman standing beside the hall, staring intently at him. The registrar, seeing this, quickly moved over, pulled Zhao Yun over, and said with a smile, "The county magistrate hasn't met Miss Shang yet, has he? She is the niece of the previous Lord Shang." Zhao Yun saw Shang Xuan's lips twitch, as if she was somewhat uncomfortable, and then realized that his gaze had been too impolite. He quickly bowed and said, "Zhao Zilong greets Miss Shang." Shang Xuan smiled sweetly, and as those around her stared in disbelief, she said softly, "If all officials in the world were like General Zhao, wouldn't the world be at peace?"

Zhao Yun shrugged and said, "Miss, you flatter me. I'm just a particularly stubborn person, and I can't stand seeing the strong bullying the weak." Shang Xuan's eyes lit up, and she said, "I've heard that Lord Zhao is not only skilled in horsemanship but also in spear fighting. I also know a little about swordsmanship. Would you be so

kind as to come to my home for a friendly spar?" Having been invited by a beauty, Zhao Yun ignored the envious glances of others and readily agreed. "Zhao Zilong sounds nice, but he's just a fool," Shang Xuan thought to herself with a smile. She had been worried about not having a master to instruct her and Wan'er in martial arts, but unexpectedly, her efforts had been fruitless.

However, looking at Zhao Yun, she felt a strange sense of familiarity.

**********

... He recalled his father's words, "Protect the people and benefit the people." Instead of eliminating the rebels, he had harmed the entire city's soldiers and civilians. He was too late; General Zhang Liang's troops ravaged the city. He had devised a plan to cut off Zhang Liang's supply lines, leading Zhang Liang to consider a night raid on Yingyang to plunder the city and raise his army. The Han army was busy cleaning up the mess, but cries and screams continued to echo from within the city, clearly from the surviving inhabitants. Shang Xiu, having rescued high-ranking officials and nobles in the city and possessing outstanding military achievements, had risen through the ranks to become a lieutenant general and joined Zhu Jun's forces to fight the rebels. Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei, however, remained unpunished. When the more people's official positions fail to reflect their abilities, the more precarious the dynasty becomes. Liu Bei, however, seemed unconcerned, even advising Shang Xiu to seize the opportunity and consolidate his position. In Shang Xiu's heart, he already regarded the three as elder brothers. Just then, Zhu Jun summoned him. Lu Zhi, having fortified his defenses, sent them to assist Zhu Jun. Shang Xiu returned to the camp, where Zhu Jun was in his tent, plotting an attack on Zhang Liang. Upon seeing Shang Xiu enter, he cheerfully asked, "General Shang, what brilliant plan do you have?" Shang Xiu glanced at everyone in the tent, including Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei; they were all clearly at a loss. Although Zhang Liang's army numbered only 20,000, with supplies from the city, they could move freely, employing guerrilla tactics, launching numerous ambushes and fire attacks, leaving the Han army, despite their numerical advantage, helpless. Meanwhile, Lu Zhi and Huangfu Song, facing the powerful offensive of Zhang Jiao and Zhang Bao, were also struggling. Most terrifying of all was the sorcery of Zhang Jiao and Zhang Bao, which could easily cripple the morale of the Han army. The tactic was obvious: use Zhang Liang's small force to tie down Zhu Jun, allowing Zhang Jiao and his allies to decisively defeat the Han elite, thus enabling a swift entry into Guanzhong.

Lu Zhi had foreseen this, but the strategy was to fortify the city with deep trenches and high walls, adopting a scorched-earth policy.

If Xuan'er were here, she would surely have some strange ideas to deal with it, but... thinking of this, a brilliant idea struck him. That 's right, since

he and Xuan'er could use feigned surrender, feigned death, and the empty city tactic against Chen Ru, they could naturally use the same trick against Zhang Liang.

**********

Why are they so similar?

Shang Xuan let out a delicate shout, and her specially made longsword, designed to suit a woman's arm strength, launched an attack on Zhao Yun, who was standing with his spear hanging down.

This beauty disliked heavy makeup and the vulgarity of wearing gold and silver; she was pure and simple. Most wonderfully, she had a very good constitution, which prevented her snow-white skin from becoming pale, but rather gave it a slight blush.

At this moment, she was twisting her waist, making every movement of her sword exquisite, the blush on her jade face incomparably beautiful, coupled with the chilling aura of the longsword, her beauty was exquisite to the extreme.

Zhao Yun, with a smile on his handsome face, appeared completely at ease, easily parrying the beautiful woman's sword with a flick and a deflection of his spear.

Righteousness, elegant demeanor, and mastery of both literature and martial arts—these were all traits of Shang Xiu. Why were the two so similar?

"Miss, be careful!" Shang Xuan's attack had been too forceful, causing her to lose her balance. Zhao Yun quickly dropped his spear, dodged forward, and supported her shoulder. However, a stone tripped him, causing him to lose his balance slightly, and Shang Xuan's delicate body fell into his arms.

Zhao Yun was twenty-five years old this year. His career had been fraught with setbacks, and he had encountered many unfortunate people. He had finally managed to secure the position of county magistrate despite his martial prowess.

At this moment, he was experiencing a low point in his career. Then, he met Shang Xuan. Holding her warm, beautiful face before him, the fragrance emanating from her fair body after the fierce battle made this vigorous young man momentarily lose his composure, staring blankly at the jade-like woman in his arms.

His indignation at being powerless to act despite his lofty ideals only intensified the allure of the beautiful woman in his arms. Why struggle to survive in this chaotic world? Why not take her away, let the woman weave and the man farm, and leave this world to the ambitious ones?

Shang Xuan, held in his arms, experienced a different kind of feeling.

At the moment their bodies touched, memories flooded her mind—from learning swordsmanship from Shang Xiu to discovering her own strange emotions. Being held by Zhao Yun gave her a sense of security and warmth, like being in her brother's arms.

However, she couldn't find that subtle connection between them, that tacit understanding built since childhood. In Zhao Yun's eyes, she couldn't see the resonance that only Shang Xiu could give her.

The silver chain on her jade wrist slid down to her upper arm, a clear, crisp sound of silver bells rang in her hair, followed by footsteps. Both were startled and quickly separated.

Zhao Yun said awkwardly, "I was so eager to save someone that I offended you, Miss. Please forgive me." Shang Xuan picked up the spear, held Zhao Yun in one hand, and placed the spear in his other, saying softly, "Weapons are the lifeblood of soldiers. How can you just throw them away like that?" Zhao Yun was stunned and speechless. He knew the implication of those words perfectly well.

Shang Xuan smiled slightly at him, sheathed her sword, and her smile seemed to contain countless metaphors.

Wan'er, who had just gone to the restroom, returned to the garden where they practiced swordsmanship. Zhao Yun held the spear upside down and bid farewell to the two of them.

A maid came out from the backyard and said, "Miss, the snacks are ready." "It's time to eat." Shang Xuan took Wan'er's hand, and the two sat together under a pavilion, leisurely enjoying the exquisite snacks. Since coming to live in Shang Lun's mansion, the two women's lives had become more lavish than before, but this did not diminish their determination to leave. The only problem was Shang Lun; this uncle was getting old, could they bear to abandon him like this?

Wan'er said, "Sister Xuan, just now before I went into the garden, I had a feeling of unease, as if something ominous was about to happen... um... this..." Shang Xuan saw her collapse on the table and had a bad feeling. Suddenly , she felt dizzy.

Was this a sleeping potion? It's hard to guard against a traitor within the family

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********** ... "The imperial court has dispatched a messenger!" The official, Zuo Feng, spoke arrogantly, ignoring the generals, and coldly stared at Zhu Jun, saying, "General Zhu, what explanation do you have for the loss of Yingyang?" Zhu Jun calmly replied, "The rebels employed a surprise attack tactic, and there were internal collaborators within the city; the defending general had no power to retaliate." Zuo Feng coldly said, "This is the general's fault for failing to suppress the rebels!" The generals' expressions changed slightly; they wanted to shout insults, but Zhu Jun raised his hand to stop them, saying, "Zhu Jun believes he has done his utmost. If the imperial court wishes to punish me, this general has nothing to say." Feng chuckled, his face beaming, "That's not necessarily true. I recently heard that your army has just captured a treasure trove of Yellow Turbans. As long as some treasures are presented, the Emperor will be delighted, and your crime will be forgiven." Zhu Jun sneered, "So it was the Ten Attendants who demanded bribes. Tell them that the Han army only has funds for suppressing bandits, and absolutely no money to offer to eunuchs!" Zuo Feng was furious and stormed off. Two days later, the court sent people to question him, and Zhu Jun was taken back to Luoyang for punishment, but a civil official was chosen to command the military. Upon receiving this news, Zhang Liang immediately gathered his men and launched a night raid on the Han camp... It was a dark moonlit night. Zhang Liang divided his army into two forces, the front being cavalry and the rear being light infantry. Arriving outside the camp, he saw that the lights in the camp were dim and the defenses were lax. It was clear that the Han army's commander had been captured and was about to retreat, causing low morale and a lack of vigilance. "Kill!" Zhang Liang roared, and countless cavalrymen surged out of the forest, heading straight for the Han army's camp. The Han army only realized what was happening when the Yellow Turban soldiers reached the front of the camp; before they could even close the gates, the Yellow Turban cavalry had already poured in, their battle cries deafening. Zhang Liang led the charge into the enemy camp, only to find it deserted upon entering. The gates were just closing when countless fire arrows rained down, igniting numerous fires and disrupting Zhang Liang's advance and retreat, preventing them from supporting each other. The Yellow Turban army's morale was in turmoil. Shouts erupted from behind the camp as Han soldiers surged in from all directions. "Retreat here, or you will die! Kill them all!" Zhang Liang shouted, charging into the enemy ranks. His force was the Yellow Turban elite, and Zhang Liang himself was renowned for his exceptional martial skills. Hearing this, the soldiers quickly maintained their formation and fought back. Tens of thousands clashed inside and outside the camp, their shouts shaking the heavens and earth. "Zhang Liang!" A young general suddenly appeared from the Han army, wielding a long spear, and charged straight at Zhang Liang. "Shang Xiu!" Zhang Liang sneered, swinging his halberd to meet the attack head-on. In the instant the spear and halberd clashed, Zhang Liang saw only a flash of silver—Shang Xiu's sword at his waist. From drawing the sword, striking it, to swinging it, it all happened in that single instant. Though only a moment, it was the essence of all of Shang Xiu's swordsmanship. In his dying moments, Zhang Liang understood why this man had defeated Chen Ru in one fell swoop, and why he had become a renowned young general in just half a year. Shang Xiu roared, his long sword slicing across Zhang Liang's shoulder, severing him in two, head and shoulder in one stroke; then he used his spear to lift Zhang Liang's head, shouting, "Zhang Liang is dead! Those who surrender will be spared!" First Chen Ru, then Zhang Liang. The strategy was the same: capture the leader first. His voice reverberated throughout the battlefield, and the Yellow Turban soldiers, intimidated by his power, dismounted and surrendered. ********** ...

Wan'er screamed, shattering the peace: "You...don't...let go!" "Her breasts are a bit small, but they're very elastic, far better than those whores in the city." Shang Xuan turned his face and saw that there was a man in front of Wan'er and a man behind her. One of them was like a hungry wolf with its prey, his big mouth roughly kissing and biting Wan'er's delicate white neck; the other was rudely reaching into Wan'er's clothes and kneading her two small breasts.

One of them, while wantonly fondling Wan'er's delicate body and squeezing her breasts haphazardly, sneered, "Don't worry about me doing it. That kid named Shang Xiu is going to die on the battlefield, so he'll just have to prepare to remarry his good husband, me. Damn, what smooth breasts." Wan'er's face, which was originally filled with shame and indignation, turned angry. She said, "You dog, don't talk nonsense... Oh..." She wanted to curse, but another man's hand had already probed into her jade gate, teasing her most sensitive bud. A sharp pain and stimulation made her momentarily dazed, unable to speak clearly.

Seeing her expression change from anger to a pitiful look of helplessness and humiliation, the man added insult to injury, saying, "What a slut, you can't curse anymore after just one poke of your cunt? Your little hole is very itchy, isn't it? Try cursing again, and I'll poke you half to death!" His actions intensified. "Oh? She's out of the water? Ha, such a wanton girl, without a husband, I wonder how many men have played with her? If Shang Xiu knew in the afterlife that his little wife had been played with by so many men, even in the netherworld, that green hat would still be shining. I wonder if he would regret marrying you." "Brother Xiu... he... um... no... you... so despicable... um... you... dog... oh... ah... it hurts..." Wan'er was agitated by those vicious words. She shook her limbs and waist with all her might, trying to struggle, but her lower body was being tortured by his hands. She couldn't even utter a fierce counterattack. She could only tremble helplessly and groan in pain under the rough actions of the two men.

"That waist-twisting is so beautiful. You're already horny and twisting your waist so quickly, you want a man, don't you?" Shang Xuan was furious and scolded, "You heartless bastard..." Yuan Yi turned her face towards him and sneered, "Little bitch, you better behave, or I'll hold back when I deflower you, or you might be in pain for ten or eight days." Shang Xuan trembled slightly. How did he know she was still a virgin?

Seeing her expression, Yuan Yi smiled even more shamelessly, parted her hem, and lewdly said, "What's so hard about knowing? I'll tell you." After saying that, his hand went up her leg and clicked his tongue, "Such smooth skin! Even more slippery than an egg." Shang Xuan's pink face flushed red with anger and shame as she watched that rough hand touch her thigh, finally reaching her two pink petals.

Yuan Yi parted her vulva with his fingertips. Shang Xuan struggled desperately, but to no avail. He continued to humiliate her, saying, "This vulva is full and white, the pubic hair is fine and neat. What a girl, even your cunt knows how to be so careful." Shang Xuan, suppressing her shame, closed her eyes, intending to ignore him. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her lower body, causing her to cry out in agony. Yuan Yi had poked her delicate hymen with his fingertip.

"Girl, listen to your master!" Yuan Yi shouted, while fondling her beautiful breasts. He sighed, "Such beautiful breasts. Damn, it wasn't for nothing that I went to so much trouble to bring you here. How can I not have some fun with you?" Shang Xuan felt a tickle on her chest as he fondled her breasts with both hands and mouth. She desperately tried to calm herself down.

What should she do? What should she do? This time, her brother couldn't possibly appear again… She could only rely on herself… Suddenly, voices rang out outside, along with the sound of water being splashed.

The three women's expressions changed, and they were about to go to the door to investigate when flames suddenly erupted. Shang Xuan looked closely and knew what was happening; those people outside were definitely killing her to cover their tracks.

Flames shot into the sky; the room was full of firewood, which would ignite instantly, and in a flash, the room was engulfed in flames, with nowhere to hide. The three women looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Shang Xuan let out a cold laugh, and Yuan Yi, furious, was about to slap her when a burning pillar fell down, landing right on the assailant. He screamed in agony and was instantly engulfed by the flames.

The other two screamed in agony, trying desperately to rush out, but were instead swept away by the flames.

Shang Xuan glanced at Wan'er. Although they had escaped their fate of being defiled, they were now trapped in a deadly situation. He couldn't help but say sadly, "Wan'er, it seems we... can only be together again in the next life..." The surrounding area was engulfed in scorching flames; even a celestial being couldn't save them.

Wan'er shook her head desperately and whispered, "It's not time yet!" Just as Shang Xuan was stunned, everything went black. He had been overcome by the smoke and fire and lost consciousness.

Life is like a dream; is death like that too...?

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"Xuan'er, Wan'er!" Shang Xiu trembled violently, struggling to sit up on the bed, his body covered in cold sweat.

What a terrifying dream! He saw the two women engulfed in flames, and he was powerless to help them, watching them slowly disappear into the firelight... Had something happened to them?

He bitterly regretted not staying by their side, and filled with worry, he walked out of the tent. The soldiers he encountered on the way all showed him utmost respect.

Yes, he had just defeated Zhang Liang and even personally beheaded him, greatly boosting morale and earning him the title of general. However, these honorary titles meant nothing to him; what mattered was that one of the culprits had been eliminated, and he had avenged one-third of his crime.

This battalion of nearly five thousand men was entirely under his command, composed of young, elite troops assigned to him by Zhu Jun.

Next would be Zhang Bao, then Zhang Jiao.

Wan'er, Xuan'er, soon, very soon I will be back.

[The End]

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