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

The nighttime harassment over three consecutive days was remarkably effective.

The morale of the Yellow Turban Army plummeted at a visible speed.

The soldiers were listless during the day while attacking the city, but at night they were like frightened birds, jumping up at the slightest sound.

Many people had heavy shadows around their eyes, were listless, and some even fell off the ladders while dozing off during the siege.

Bo Cai's military orders have begun to lose their effectiveness.

As one side's morale waned, the defending troops inside Yangdi City were riding high. Looking at the Yellow Turban army outside the city, suffering heavy losses, they seemed to see the dawn of victory.

"The Eighth Prince is truly a divine being!"

"And that young master Guo, so young, yet his military strategy is divine!"

Praises were endless.

However, Xun Hao, the mastermind behind all of this, is not in a good position.

Activating the "Legacy Plan" to monitor the overall situation for three consecutive nights has placed a tremendous burden on his body. Although he has Guo Jia, a "portable power bank," by his side, the rate at which he can recharge is clearly not keeping up with the rate at which he is being drained.

His body was like a water bag with a hole punched in it, water was coming in and leaking out even faster.

Inside the council chamber, Guo Jia and Xun Shuang were discussing their next steps.

"Bo Cai is already at his last gasp. I predict that he will be desperate tomorrow and launch his most intense all-out attack. As long as we can withstand this wave, the Yellow Turban siege will be lifted on its own." Guo Jia pointed to the map, his tone confident.

Xun Shuang nodded: "The garrison in the city is ready and will surely be able to fight them."

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, deafening shouts of battle erupted outside Yangdi City.

As Guo Jia had predicted, Bo Cai launched a general offensive. The Yellow Turban army surged towards the city walls like a tidal wave, countless siege ladders were erected, and rudimentary battering rams and catapults roared, hurling boulders and fireballs at the city walls.

On the city wall, the defending troops stood ready. Xun Shuang, dressed in a scholar's robe but holding a long sword, personally commanded the troops.

Although his voice was not loud, it carried an undeniable authority that inspired the Xun family servants and local militia to fight valiantly.

Arrows rained down like raindrops, and rolling logs and stones relentlessly pelted the climbing Yellow Turban soldiers. The area below the city was littered with corpses, and the stench of blood filled the air.

Guo Jia stood on a watchtower with a wide view, calmly observing the battle situation.

While directing archers to provide suppressive fire, he also mobilized reserves to support any dangerous situations. His sharp eyes always allowed him to spot the Yellow Turban army's weaknesses immediately and respond swiftly.

Xun Hao was placed in a corner of the arrow tower by Guo Jia, wrapped in a thick fur coat.

His face was pale, his lips were purple, and his body trembled uncontrollably. Last night's continuous activation of the [Last Plan] had depleted his internal energy to an unprecedented level.

He knew that if things continued like this, he probably wouldn't survive the siege.

"Brother Fengxiao..." Xun Hao's voice was weak, carrying a barely perceptible plea.

Guo Jia turned around at the sound and saw the boy's almost transparent face and the deep weariness in his eyes.

A thought struck him, and he walked to Xun Hao's side, squatted down, and reached out his hand, placing his palm against Xun Hao's cold forehead.

A warm and powerful energy surged into Xun Hao's body in an instant, as if parched land had been nourished by sweet rain.

The chill deep within his body was quickly dispelled, and his stiff muscles gradually relaxed. He greedily moved closer to that warm, large hand, even unconsciously rubbing against it.

"Ah Hao, your illness..." Guo Jia looked at the boy's face, which had softened instantly, and his almost instinctive gesture of closeness. A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he was quickly interrupted by the situation of the battle below the city.

"East Gate! There are Yellow Turban warriors ramming the East Gate! Quickly mobilize the reserve forces for support!" Guo Jia suddenly stood up, his voice echoing in the arrow tower.

Xun Hao's physical condition was temporarily relieved, and his spirits were lifted.

He forced himself to stand up, walked to Guo Jia's side, and glanced at the city defense map.

The East Gate was the main direction of attack for the Yellow Turban Army and also the weakest point in the city wall's defenses.

"Brother Fengxiao," Xun Hao pointed to an area near the east gate on the city defense map, "this place is low-lying and easy to defend, difficult to attack. If the Yellow Turban army wants to break through this gate, they will concentrate their forces. But if they concentrate their forces, it will create a huge blockade. We can..."

He didn't finish speaking, but Guo Jia already understood.

"Lure them into the trap, then trap them?" Guo Jia's lips curled into a smile, and he immediately ordered, "Pass down the order: the garrison at the east gate, feign weakness to lure the Yellow Turban army deep into the fortified city! Archers, prepare; catapults, get ready. Once the main force of the Yellow Turban army enters the fortified city, immediately close the gate and bombard them to death!"

The order was quickly relayed. Under the fierce assault of the Yellow Turban warriors, the garrison at the East Gate deliberately created an opening, and the city gate "took a precarious stance." Seeing this, the Yellow Turban army's morale soared, and led by several minor leaders, they swarmed in.

However, just as they poured into the barbican, the drawbridge overhead suddenly collapsed, completely isolating them from the following troops.

Immediately afterwards, arrows rained down like locusts, and boulders poured down from all directions. The barbican instantly became a living hell, with countless Yellow Turban soldiers screaming as they fell, crushed, trampled, with nowhere to escape.

Bo Cai witnessed this scene from below the city walls and roared in fury, but there was nothing he could do. He could only watch helplessly as his elite troops were trapped in the barbican and slaughtered.

In this battle, the Yellow Turban army at the East Gate suffered heavy casualties, and their offensive was thwarted. The defenders on the city wall erupted in thunderous cheers, their morale soaring. Xun Shuang also rarely showed a smile, his gaze towards Guo Jia filled with admiration.

Guo Jia then turned to look at Xun Hao, who was leaning against a pillar of the arrow tower, panting heavily, his face turning pale again.

"Well done." Guo Jia walked to his side, put his hand on his shoulder again, and said gently, "You have saved Yang Di's life again."

Xun Hao felt that familiar warmth surge into his body again, and his body instinctively relaxed. He looked up at Guo Jia, a hint of dependence in his eyes.

"Brother Fengxiao, the Yellow Turban army's offensive will not stop here." His voice was hoarse. "Bo Cai's supplies are running low, and he will become even more frantic."

Looking into the boy's tired yet clear eyes, Guo Jia's doubts grew stronger.

The crushing defeat at the East Gate thoroughly enraged Bo Cai. He disregarded casualties and ordered the Yellow Turban army to attack the city at all costs. For the next two days, Yangdi City was plunged into an unprecedented and arduous battle.

The Yellow Turban army attacked the city in shifts, day and night, leaving the defenders on the city walls with almost no chance to catch their breath.

The city's supplies were being depleted, and arrows and rolling stones were becoming increasingly scarce. Many servants and local militia were fighting wounded and exhausted, and their morale was beginning to waver.

Some soldiers even collapsed on the city wall due to exhaustion and could not get up again.

"Fengxiao, how much longer can we hold out?" Xun Shuang looked at the densely packed Yellow Turban army below the city, his voice tinged with weariness.

Guo Jia's expression was also grave. He knew that the city's defenses were at their limit. Without reinforcements, Yangdi City would likely not hold out until tonight.