The Three Kingdoms: The entire Cao Cao camp thought I was weak and frail.

Autumn of the fifth year of Guanghe.

In Jinan Prefecture, a procession of carriages and horses was moving slowly.

The motorcade wasn't luxurious, but it was surrounded by a dozen or so strong guards, each with their hands on their waists and their eyes scanning the dense forest on both sides of the road warily. It was clear at a glance that it was the procession of a noble family.

Inside the carriage, Xun Kun was testing his youngest son's studies.

"Ah-Hao, when we passed that newly cultivated field just now, did you notice anything?"

The boy known as "Ahao" is Xun Hao, the youngest legitimate son of the Xun family in this generation.

He was only ten years old, with exquisitely beautiful features and clear, bright eyes that exuded a calmness beyond his years.

Upon hearing this, he put down the bamboo slips in his hand, glanced through the carriage window, and replied in a clear, childlike voice, "Father, although that field has been cultivated, the ditches are silted up, and the water flow is not smooth. Now is the time for spring plowing, and if it is not cleared in time, it may delay the planting season, and the autumn harvest will be in jeopardy."

Xun Kun nodded in satisfaction: "Well said. So, what do you think should be done?"

"I believe we should immediately gather the tenants and work together to dredge the ditches. We can also reduce some of the rent and taxes to encourage them. In this way, the people will be at peace, and the crops will yield a good harvest." Xun Hao's voice was not loud, but his reasoning was clear and his words were earnest.

A hint of satisfaction and pride flashed in Xun Kun's eyes. His youngest son was intelligent from a young age, with a photographic memory. In terms of talent, he was even superior to his second son, Xun Yu, who was hailed as a "talent worthy of assisting a king."

However... this child is too quiet, even somewhat withdrawn, unlike a ten-year-old.

"Ah Hao is very thoughtful, which makes me very pleased." Xun Kun was about to praise him a few more times when the convoy suddenly stopped.

A hurried shout came from outside: "My lord! Something's happened! Quickly protect my lord and the young master!"

Before he could finish speaking, a flurry of footsteps and the clashing of weapons came from all directions.

"Protect our lord!"

"Bandits are in sight! Form ranks quickly!"

The carriage shook violently, and Xun Hao swayed, but Xun Kun held him firmly.

"Father?" He looked at Xun Kun, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

Xun Kun's face darkened. He shielded Xun Hao behind him and said in a deep voice, "Don't be afraid, your father is here."

He lifted a corner of the carriage curtain and saw dozens of ragged, emaciated men appearing on and off the official road.

They carried a variety of weapons, including wooden sticks, hoes, and even a few rusty ring-pommel swords, and their eyes gleamed with a hungry, wolf-like green light.

These desperate criminals will do anything to survive.

Although the guards were well-trained, the enemy outnumbered them several times over, and their formation was quickly thrown into disarray.

"Brother, they're easy prey! Look at that carriage!" A burly man who looked like a leader pointed at Xun Kun's carriage, his eyes filled with greed.

"Kill them! Loot all the food!"

The bandits charged forward, howling as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

"My lord! Young master! Get out of the carriage! We'll escort you out!" The guard leader, covered in blood, shouted hoarsely.

Father Xun Kun had already drawn his sword, his back to the carriage, protecting them behind him. He was always gentle and refined, but at this moment his back was as steady as a mountain.

But Xun Hao could see clearly that his father's hand gripping the sword hilt was taut, cold sweat was constantly dripping from his temples, and his breathing was far less steady than usual.

Xun Hao's heart sank little by little.

He has been in this era for ten years. From an ordinary office worker in the 21st century, he has become Xun Hao, the eighth son of the Xun family of Yingchuan in the late Eastern Han Dynasty.

For ten years, he tried to adapt and play the role of a child from a prominent family in this era. He believed that with the Xun family's fame spreading throughout the land and its strategists throughout various factions, he would surely find a place of peace in this chaotic world.

But he never expected that the prelude to chaos would come so quickly and so fiercely.

The Yellow Turban Rebellion was still two years away from its official outbreak, but the sparks had already ignited a prairie fire. These starving people, labeled as "bandits," were the most authentic harbinger of this.

He didn't want to die. He especially didn't want to watch his father die right in front of him.

"Ah Hao, don't be afraid, your father is here." Xun Kun's voice came from outside the car.

Xun Hao's eyes felt hot.

Fear? Of course he was afraid. But he hated his own powerlessness even more.

A guard's chest was pierced by a spear. His eyes were wide open, and blood and foam gushed from his mouth, but he still used his last bit of strength to cut his ring-pommel sword into his opponent's neck.

Such scenes were constantly playing out around the convoy.

What can a ten-year-old child, who is powerless to even kill a chicken, do? Cry and scream? Beg for mercy?

No.

He still has one last trump card.

Xun Hao closed his eyes, no longer wanting to look at the bloody scene.

In his heart, he used all his willpower to make a call.

——【Last Plan】.

A three-dimensional, transparent sand table rapidly constructed in his mind.

Thirty-two bandits were left, but only seven guards remained.

The bandit leader was at the rear of the group. He was left-handed, used a short axe, and was unsteady on his feet.

Twenty paces to the left of the convoy, there was a depression about five feet deep, hidden by bushes, deep enough to trip a galloping horse.

Wind direction: Northwest. ...

Countless pieces of information intertwined, collided, and were deduced. Dead ends were marked and eliminated one by one.

Option 1: Concentrate forces to break through. Success rate: 3.7%. Result: Lord Xun Kun was seriously injured, and all his family members were killed.

[Option Two: Hold the line and wait for reinforcements. Success rate: 0.1%. Result: The defensive line collapsed after 15 minutes, and all personnel were killed.]

Option 3: ...

Just as he was about to be overwhelmed by this massive flood of information, a solution marked in scarlet font by the system as the "optimal solution" clearly appeared on the sand table.

[A solution has been generated. Success rate: 78.4%.]

That's it!

Xun Hao opened his eyes, lifted a corner of the carriage curtain, and said, "Father!"

Xun Kun turned around and saw his son leaning out of the carriage. His expression changed: "Ah Hao! Go back quickly!"

"Uncle Wang," Xun Hao turned to the two unmanned cargo wagons at the rear of the convoy, "pour kerosene on the shafts and set them on fire! Break through to the northwest!"

This is a good approach.

"Do as Ah-Hao says! Quickly!"

"yes!"

Having received his lord's order, Uncle Wang no longer hesitated. As a guard of the Xun family, obedience was an instinct ingrained in his bones. He roared and led the remaining two guards towards the cargo wagon behind them.

"Sizzle!"

The tarpaulin was torn open, and the pungent smell of kerosene poured onto the shafts and carriages.

Flames shot into the sky, and the entire carriage was instantly engulfed in flames.

A whip lashed out, "Crack!"

The frightened old horse let out a mournful neigh and, driven by its survival instinct, dragged the burning carriage along, galloped wildly in the northwest.

Another carriage followed suit.

The autumn air was dry and the withered grass along the official road was ignited by the raging flames. The fire was fueled by the wind, and the wind fueled the fire's power. With a northwest wind blowing, the fire burned towards the direction of the bandit leader.