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

After the victory, Guo Jia began to settle scores, saying, "Yanruo, you seem to have a very clear understanding of that horse's habits."

Inside the tent, Xun Hao had just finished drinking a bowl of medicine that was so bitter it could make one's soul fly away. He was feeling dizzy from the smell when he heard this and felt a twitch in his forehead.

"Haven't we already moved on from this?" he weakly argued.

"You've already covered it up?" Guo Jia sat on the edge of the bed, slowly wiping his fingers with a cloth, but his peach blossom eyes held no smile. "You didn't say that Red Hare jumped over you! You always wait until you can't hide it anymore before you tell anyone. You won't learn your lesson until you hit a brick wall!"

The old story was brought up again, and every word was veiled as a stab to the heart.

Xun Hao was speechless, and could only turn his head away, using a violent cough to cover his guilt. He coughed until his body trembled, and two abnormal red patches appeared on his pale cheeks.

Guo Jia stopped wiping, his heartache ultimately prevailing. He reached out and gently patted Xun Hao's back to help him catch his breath, but his complaints didn't stop: "Now you know it's uncomfortable? When you were watching those three brutes fight in the wind during the day, why weren't you this weak?"

Xun Hao leaned on his arm, catching his breath, and said in a low voice, "I just think this plan is feasible."

"It's feasible, of course it's feasible. When has your plan ever failed?" Guo Jia withdrew his hand and pressed him further into the quilt. "It's just that I always feel that you're paying a little too much attention to that Lü Bu."

The sour taste remained strong even after several months.

Xun Hao was both amused and exasperated, and was about to offer another explanation when Cao Ren's voice came from outside the tent, "Yuan Shao is going too far!"

Guo Jia unfolded Yuan Shao's "victory report," glanced at it, and handed it to Xun Hao, his tone full of mockery: "Look, Alliance Leader Yuan is strategizing within the tent and winning battles a thousand miles away."

Xun Hao took it and saw that it was a long and detailed document, full of praise for the alliance leader Yuan Shao's wisdom and martial prowess.

"Shamelessness knows no bounds." Xun Hao put the bamboo slip aside, his stomach churning, unsure whether it was from anger or the bitter taste of the medicine.

"If shamelessness were so useful, why would Yuan Shao need to bear the title of a man from a family that had held high office for four generations?" Guo Jia poured him a cup of warm water. "Now that Hulao Pass has fallen and Luoyang is just around the corner, what do you think our leader will do next?"

"He can't do anything." Xun Hao took a sip of water to moisten his dry throat. "He'll just wait for our troops and Sun Jian's troops to be exhausted under the walls of Luoyang, and then he'll come out to clean up the mess and rightfully take over everything."

"That's right." Guo Jia nodded. "Unfortunately, Mengde Gong and Sun Wentai's forces are no longer sufficient to support another siege of Luoyang."

Xun Hao gazed in the distance toward Luoyang, his brow furrowed. He knew that in history, Dong Zhuo, knowing he could not defend Luoyang, would burn it to the ground.

Knowing this, Xun Hao still stubbornly activated the "Last Plan." This time, he wasn't analyzing the battle situation, but rather Dong Zhuo himself.

Luoyang, the Prime Minister's residence. Dong Zhuo, his obese body still seething with rage after smashing the third antique vase, stood by, Li Ru's eyes cold and sinister.

"Yuan Shao, you brat! Cao Cao, you scoundrel! How dare you seize my Hulao Pass! Issue the order to move the capital! Move the capital to Chang'an!"

"If I can't have Luoyang, neither can they!"

"Burn it! Burn it all!"

The scene suddenly shifts.

Xun Hao saw it.

The magnificent city of Luoyang, with its Deyang Hall in the North Palace and Jiade Hall in the South Palace, its carved beams and painted rafters, transformed into enormous torches in the darkness.

He saw the Xiliang soldiers, their faces contorted with rage, holding torches. They laughed as they threw fire into houses, shops, and anywhere else that could be lit.

He saw it: towering flames that dyed the entire night sky red. Wailing cries, screams, and the sounds of collapsing buildings blended into a tragic elegy of the end times.

He saw it: the Lantai Stone Chamber, the royal library.

Those bamboo slips and silk scrolls that carried hundreds of years of Chinese civilization, the wisdom of the pre-Qin philosophers, and the hard work of the sages of the Han Dynasty were mercilessly thrown into the sea of ​​fire.

Countless white-haired scholars, those elderly people who had dedicated their lives to protecting the classic texts, cried out and rushed into the sea of ​​fire, trying to save even a single volume or two.

Then, he was cut down by the merciless blade.

Blood stained the books beneath them.

He saw it: Dong Zhuo standing on the high city tower, laughing maniacally amidst a sea of ​​fire and wailing cries.

He saw a long, seemingly endless migrating procession.

The young emperor, dressed in an ill-fitting dragon robe, had a face full of terror. The officials, their expressions numb, and millions of innocent people were driven by soldiers with whips, like livestock, forced to leave their ancestral homes and head towards the unknown west.

Along the roadside lay dead bodies, crying infants, and despairing eyes.

The images, sounds, and smells were so real that he couldn't breathe.

He could smell the burning of paper and bamboo slips, feel the heat of the flames burning his skin, and hear the heart-wrenching cries of the people.

"No……"

Xun Hao suddenly opened his eyes, his forehead covered in cold sweat. He was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, as if he had just escaped from a nightmare.

"Yanruo? What's wrong?"

Guo Jia was startled by his reaction and quickly supported his swaying body. His touch found the body icy cold and trembling uncontrollably.

"Fire..." Xun Hao grabbed Guo Jia's arm, his nails almost digging into the man's flesh. "Luoyang... is going to be burned!"

His voice was hoarse, filled with extreme fear.

"What?" Guo Jia frowned.

"Dong Zhuo is going to burn Luoyang! He's going to move the capital!" Xun Hao's breathing was rapid, his eyes red-rimmed. "The Imperial Library... the Eastern Pavilion's collection of books... all gone... all gone!"

He was rambling incoherently, just repeating those few words.

Guo Jia's heart sank when he saw Guo Jia's near-collapse.

A normal person cannot imagine how heinous a brutal person could do, especially one who wields great power.

A magnificent city, millions of lives, and things more important than gold and palaces.

The roots of a civilization.

It will be reduced to ashes in the flames.

Guo Jia pulled the shivering Xun Hao into his arms and held him tightly.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a calming power.

"Let's go find Lord Cao! Right now!"

After listening, Cao Cao remained silent for a long time.

Guo Jia, Xun Yu, Xun Hao, and Xun You returned to the Suanzao camp, attempting to persuade the various warlords to join the attack on Luoyang. However, they were met with a motley crew of short-sighted individuals who only cared about immediate gains.

"Attack Luoyang? What a joke!" Yuan Shu jumped up upon hearing this. "Hulao Pass has fallen, Dong Zhuo is at his wit's end. As long as we besiege it without attacking, he will eventually bring about his own destruction. Why should we take this risk and needlessly waste our troops? Besides, Luoyang is well-fortified, and Dong Zhuo still has hundreds of thousands of Xiliang troops. Are we going to use our soldiers to fill these pits?"