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

As soon as the battle cries began in the west, commotions also broke out around the camps in the south and north.

In an instant, flames soared into the sky, and the sound of drums shook the earth, alarming the entire Yellow Turban army camp. Countless Yellow Turban soldiers were awakened from their sleep, rushed out of their tents in disheveled armor, and looked around blankly, not knowing where the enemy came from or how many there were.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"The government troops are attacking!"

Panic spread rapidly throughout the vast camp like a plague.

Bo Cai was awakened from his tent by his personal guards. He put on his armor, rushed out of the tent, and saw this chaotic scene.

"What's going on!" He grabbed one of the running leaders and shouted angrily.

"General...General! Something terrible has happened! The government troops...the government troops are attacking from three sides! The west camp, the south camp, and the north camp are all fighting!" The leader was so frightened that he couldn't speak coherently.

"Three sides?" Bo Cai's face turned extremely ugly. He climbed onto the watchtower and looked into the distance. He saw fire and figures in three directions, with shouts of battle deafening. It looked like a massive army was besieging his camp.

"General, on the south gate tower, it looks like the banner of Guo Xun, the Prefect of Yingchuan!" a sharp-eyed lieutenant said, pointing into the distance.

Bo squinted and saw that the South Gate tower was brightly lit, with a large flag bearing the character "Guo" fluttering in the night wind.

"Guo Xun?" Bo Cai sneered. "That coward actually dared to personally launch a night attack outside the city? It seems the intelligence during the day was correct; reinforcements have indeed arrived in the city. Otherwise, he wouldn't dare to do this even if he had ten lives."

At this moment, his doubts were completely dispelled by the illusion meticulously crafted by Guo Jia. He was fully convinced that Yingchuan City had a strong military force, and that they wanted to give him a warning tonight while he was still establishing his foothold.

"Pass on my orders!" Bo Cai made a decisive decision. "Order Vice General Wang to lead 5,000 men to reinforce the West Camp! Order Vice General Li to lead 5,000 men to reinforce the North Camp! I will personally lead 10,000 main force troops to garrison the South Camp! We must annihilate these ignorant soldiers outside the camp!"

He was inherently suspicious, but also arrogant and brave. In his view, since the enemy dared to leave the city, they were courting death. He intended to use overwhelming numerical superiority to wipe out these government troops in one fell swoop.

Large numbers of Yellow Turban soldiers began to move, and the entire camp became even more chaotic. Soldiers ran back and forth in the darkness, and generals shouted hoarsely, trying to reorganize their ranks.

All of this was clearly seen by Xun Yu in the dark woods outside the East Gate.

"The time has come." Xun Yu looked at the chaotic Yellow Turban camp in the distance, lowered his voice, and said to the eight hundred Xun family private soldiers behind him.

These eight hundred men were elite troops carefully trained by the Xun family at great expense. They were well-equipped, highly trained, and every single one of them was utterly loyal to the Xun family.

"Behind us are our parents, wives, and children, and the hundreds of thousands of people of Yingchuan City! In this battle, victory is our only option!" Xun Yu drew his sword, its blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight. "Follow me, kill!"

"kill!"

Eight hundred elite troops emerged silently from the darkness and charged straight at the Yellow Turban Army's eastern camp.

There, piles of grain and fodder were stacked up like mountains.

On the city wall, Xun Hao's heart was in his throat.

He couldn't see what was happening outside the east gate, only the firelight and commotion on the west, south, and north sides. He knew that his elder brother, Xun Yu, was currently leading eight hundred elite soldiers in the most crucial and dangerous part of the entire plan.

He couldn't help but grip Guo Jia's hand tightly, his palms covered in cold sweat.

"Don't worry." Guo Jia's voice was as calm as ever, as if everything was under control. "Wenruo is far better than me in the Six Arts, and besides, you supervised and trained Xun's private army. At least you will be able to escape unscathed."

Seeing that the prodigal son was still joking about the so-called "Six Arts of a Gentleman," Xun Hao felt a little relieved.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He knew that the only thing he could do now was to trust Guo Jia and his brother.

Just then, a blinding light suddenly shone in the eastern sky!

The fire was not a sporadic flame lit during a disturbance, but a raging inferno that shot into the sky, as if it could burn the entire night sky red!

"Success!" A smile finally appeared on Guo Jia's face.

Xun Hao was so excited he almost jumped up. He knew what that firelight meant.

On the city wall, all the guards who witnessed this scene erupted in a thunderous cheer!

"It's on fire! It's on fire!"

"The young master of the Xun family has succeeded!"

"We're saved!"

The fear and despair that had been suppressed for a whole day transformed into a ecstatic shout at this moment.

Even Guo Xun, the incompetent prefect atop the south gate tower, was flushed with excitement, as if he himself had set the fire. He waved his arms and shouted, "Kill! Kill them all! Annihilate the bandits tonight!"

The scene inside the Yellow Turban army camp was quite different.

When Bo Cai saw the towering flames in the east, he was completely stunned.

"My provisions! My provisions!" he roared, his eyes bloodshot.

He finally realized he'd been tricked. The three-sided siege, the governor's personal campaign—it was all a smokescreen! The enemy's real target was his supply depot!

"Retreat! Retreat back to put out the fire!" Bo Cai shouted hoarsely.

But it was too late.

In the dry spring, the grain and fodder are piled up like mountains. Once ignited, the fire, aided by the wind, can quickly spread into a raging inferno that is impossible to extinguish.

The Yellow Turban army, which was dispatched to meet the enemy on the west, south, and north, turned back in disarray after receiving orders. Meanwhile, the government troops responsible for harassment had already retreated swiftly after their success and disappeared into the night.

The entire Yellow Turban camp was in complete chaos.

Tens of thousands of people rushed to put out the fire, running back and forth in the darkness, colliding with each other and trampling one another.

Bo Cai stared at the flames that had turned half the sky red, his heart bleeding. He knew it was over.

Without provisions, his 50,000-strong army was nothing more than 50,000 mouths to feed. Forget about attacking the city; within three days, they would be fighting amongst themselves over food. The Yingchuan garrison and Xun's private troops showed no interest in fighting, retreating after a single successful attack. Although they gained nothing, they prioritized their own survival, throwing torches into the provisions amidst the chaos before retreating.

"Chase them! Chase them in! Kill them all!" Bo Cai roared, but few of the Yellow Turban soldiers behind him responded.

"Fire!" someone shouted first.

Discipline? Military orders?

These things are worthless in the face of the fear of hunger.

The hundreds of personal guards behind him were the true elite of the Yellow Turban Army, who followed their commander fearlessly.

On the city wall, Xun Hao watched the Yellow Turban army charging frantically, extremely anxious.

My brother hasn't come back yet!