Three Kingdoms: Zhang Fei was sent flying by a single spear thrust, leaving Liu Bei stunned.

Zhang Ziqian ran out of the celebration banquet tent, hurried along, and crawled into his own simple tent.

The first thing he did was to tie the tent flaps tightly, and then he moved several heavy boxes to prop up the doorway. Only after doing all this did he let out a long sigh of relief.

He listened cautiously to the sounds outside, and only after confirming that no one was approaching did he, like a thief, tremblingly pull out the treasure that had haunted his dreams from his wide sleeve.

A black smartphone with a cool, smooth feel.

Its appearance was no different from the one he used before he transmigrated, but it was heavier in his hand, and the body had a peculiar metallic luster.

With a touch of pilgrimage-like devotion, he gently pressed the power button on the side.

The screen lit up the next second.

A dazzling boot animation flashes by, followed by a simple desktop background with a classic Chinese aesthetic. The background is a landscape painting in the style of traditional Chinese ink painting, with several familiar app icons floating on it.

"Photo Album", "Music", "Videos", "Game Center", "Electronic Bookshelf".

Zhang Ziqian's fingers were trembling.

He opened the "Video" app.

Inside, countless folders were neatly arranged, with clear and concise classifications.

"Classic Movie Series", "Highly Rated American TV Series Collection", "Hilarious Variety Show Awards", "Anime Masterpiece Completion"...

He randomly opened a folder called "Stephen Chow's Classics," and familiar movie posters for films like "A Chinese Odyssey," "Flirting Scholar," and "Kung Fu Hustle" almost brought tears to his eyes.

He exited again and opened "Game Center".

Plants vs. Zombies, Protect the Carrot, Happy Match, Dou Dizhu (single-player version)... all kinds of classic single-player games are available.

"Oh My God……"

Zhang Ziqian felt like a mouse that had fallen into a rice jar, so happy he was almost suffocating.

With this, who needs a bicycle!

What do I need the world for? What do I need wealth and glory for?

Eating and drinking to your heart's content every day, then lying in bed watching movies and playing games—isn't that the ultimate ideal in life?

He returned to the desktop with satisfaction, opened a "Dou Dizhu" game, and when the familiar sound effects of "Spring", "Super Double" and "Hurry up, I'm waiting so long the flowers have withered" played, he laughed like a 200-pound child.

"System, I love you! You are my second parents!"

……

Just as Zhang Ziqian was completely absorbed in modern electronic entertainment, the other side of Hulao Pass was shrouded in gloom.

The atmosphere inside Dong Zhuo's temporary command tent was extremely oppressive.

Lu Bu was rescued, but his injuries were extremely severe. Many of his bones were broken, and his internal organs were also seriously damaged. Although he survived, he would not be able to return to the battlefield for at least a year or two.

This once invincible war god now lies on his bed like a cripple, his eyes vacant and silent. The battle with Zhang Ziqian not only destroyed his body but also shattered his martial spirit.

Dong Zhuo was shocked and frightened by the miserable state of his adopted son, and he was restless.

"Grand Tutor, there is only one way forward now," the strategist Li Ru stepped forward and said in a low voice.

"What plan? Speak quickly!" Dong Zhuo cried out as if he had grasped at a straw.

A sinister glint flashed in Li Ru's eyes: "Hulao Pass has fallen, and Luoyang is indefensible. That Zhang Ziqian is unstoppable, beyond human strength to defeat. Why don't we... burn Luoyang down, seize the emperor, and move the capital to Chang'an! The Guanzhong Plain is fertile, with the strategic advantage of Hangu Pass, making it easy to defend. Then we can rest easy and watch the warlords of Guandong fight amongst themselves!"

"Burn Luoyang?" Dong Zhuo paused for a moment, then his eyes gleamed with greed and madness. "Brilliant! Brilliant! Do it this way! Issue my order: ransack the city, loot every wealthy household and official! Take all the gold and silver treasures! Then, set it on fire! Burn this capital city of hundreds of years to the ground!"

A dehumanizing order was so easily decided.

Soon, the Allied forces received the news.

Scouts reported that Dong Zhuo was plundering Luoyang and seemed to be preparing to move west.

Inside the central command tent, the feudal lords gathered once again.

"The traitor Dong Zhuo is trying to escape! We should immediately send troops to pursue him and bring back His Majesty!" Cao Cao was the first to step forward, speaking with great excitement.

However, he was met with silence.

The feudal lords looked at each other, their eyes darting around, each secretly plotting their own schemes.

After a long pause, Yuan Shao slowly spoke, "Mengde, please calm down. Our army has been fighting for days, and our soldiers are exhausted. It is not advisable to pursue them relentlessly. Moreover, Dong Zhuo still has elite troops from Xiliang under his command. If they fight like cornered beasts, our army will surely suffer losses. In my opinion, it would be better to first station troops in Luoyang, rest and reorganize our forces, and then make further plans."

"Yes, yes, the Alliance Leader is absolutely right."

"We raised an army to restore the Han Dynasty. Now that the traitor Dong Zhuo has fled west and Luoyang is about to be restored, we have already accomplished a great feat."

"The matter of pursuing them requires further consideration."

Most of the warlords, led by Yuan Shao and Yuan Shu, echoed his sentiments.

What they were really thinking about wasn't chasing Dong Zhuo at all. It was better that Dong Zhuo had escaped! With him gone, the emperor was still in his hands, and they could continue to use the banner of "purging the emperor's inner circle" to legitimately develop their power and seize territory.

The most important thing now is to get into Luoyang as soon as possible, see if we can gain any benefits, and then we should consider disbanding the group and going home to digest the spoils of this expedition.

Cao Cao trembled with rage at the sight of these people's faces.

"Gentlemen! We raised this righteous army to punish the tyrannical and treacherous. Now, with a formidable enemy at our doorstep, it is the perfect time to join forces and annihilate him. Why are you all harboring selfish thoughts and shrinking back in fear? Dong Zhuo burned down the palaces, kidnapped the emperor, and plunged the world into chaos. This is the best opportunity for us to annihilate him in one fell swoop and restore peace to the land! If we miss this chance, the consequences will be dire!"

His voice echoed within the tent, filled with grief, indignation, and despair.

However, none of the feudal lords present were moved.

Yuan Shao even said somewhat impatiently, "Mengde, it's not that we are unwilling, but our troops are exhausted. If you are truly willing, you can lead your troops to pursue them yourself, and we will stay here and cheer for you."

"You!" Cao Cao was furious, pointing at Yuan Shao, unable to utter a word.

He finally saw it clearly.

The so-called eighteen warlords and the so-called anti-Dong Zhuo alliance were nothing but a huge joke.

This is a pack of wolves who only care about their own interests; it's impossible for them to work together.

The alliance is now defunct in name only.

Cao Cao was disheartened and stormed off.

He didn't return to his own tent, but went straight to the most secluded and quietest corner.

The curtain was lifted, and a strange, fragrant aroma of food wafted out.

Cao Cao saw that his peerless general Zhang Ziqian was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a strange iron box steaming in front of him. He was using a pair of chopsticks to pick up a slice of fatty beef from the box, eating it with his mouth full of oil and a happy and satisfied look on his face.

"Ziqian, what are you eating?" Cao Cao asked instinctively.

"Ah? Boss, you're here!" Zhang Ziqian said, his mouth full of food, his words muffled. "This is called a self-heating hot pot. I just got it from the system. Want some? It tastes amazing!"

After redeeming the phone, he still had more than 10,000 points left. Adhering to the principle of spending money when you have it, he spent another 2500 points to exchange for a hot pot that he had been longing for.

Cao Cao looked at the bubbling red broth and the various ingredients he had never seen before, and smelled the spicy and domineering aroma, and couldn't help but swallow.

But right now, he has no appetite at all.

He walked over to Zhang Ziqian and sat down on the ground, his face full of exhaustion and disappointment.

"Ziqian, the alliance is about to fall apart," he said in a low voice. "I want to lead the troops to pursue Dong Zhuo alone, but not a single one of them is responding."

Zhang Ziqian picked up a piece of tripe, dipped it in the boiling soup, blew on it, and put it in his mouth, squinting his eyes in satisfaction.

"Oh, those guys were never really on the same page anyway, so let them go," he said nonchalantly.

Cao Cao gave a bitter smile: "I'm just unwilling to let the tiger return to the mountain like this."

He raised his head and looked at Zhang Ziqian, his eyes filled with a hint of expectation and a hint of struggle.

"Ziqian, if I lead the troops alone, the road ahead is fraught with danger, and I will likely face nine deaths out of ten."

He stared intently into Zhang Ziqian's eyes and asked, word by word.

"Would you be willing to...die with me?"