People in the Three Kingdoms: Starting from Preaching

Chapter 588 Deathrattle
In this small and quiet open space, the only sound that could be heard in the end was Zhou Yu's laughter. No matter how carefree Zhou Yu pretended to be, the resentment deep in his laughter was still very obvious.

After a while, the laughter gradually subsided, and Zhou Yu left his last words.

"You rose from the troubled times to establish the country, reformed the system and recreated the law. You have accomplished such a great feat. I, Zhou Yu, respect you as a hero, but don't be too happy too soon. I will be watching you from the underworld after I die. I want to see what you will look like, and how long you can live!"

After Zhou Yu said this, everyone knew that he was ready to make his own decision.

Countless Yellow Turbans around looked on coldly. They were naturally unhappy with this guy who cursed Xuan Xia before his death. If possible, they really wanted to kill Zhou Yu immediately to prevent this guy from talking nonsense.

No matter how much Naturalism emphasizes reality and the objective world, the Yellow Turbans are still people of the times after all. They respect the nature of heaven and earth, have simple mystical ideas, and dare not underestimate this kind of death curse.

Xuanxia does not belong to one family or one surname, but is the common cause of all the Yellow Turbans. When the things they cherish are cursed and slandered by others, they will be extremely angry.

Xu Chen was relatively calm. In his opinion, Zhou Yu's curse before his death was nothing more than impotent rage.

The most frightened and panicked person at this time was Sun Quan who was behind Zhou Yu. When Sun Quan heard Zhou Yu's determination to die, he knew that Zhou Yu was going to kill himself, which made Sun Quan panic.

"Gongjin, how are you going to seek survival for me!" Sun Quan immediately stepped forward, grabbed Zhou Yu, and questioned him in panic. After all, Zhou Yu had just promised to get a decent result for him.

However, what responded to Sun Quan was only Zhou Yu's calm eyes, which made Sun Quan stunned.

The reason why I was stunned was because of discomfort.

It was the first time that he saw Zhou Yu looking at him with such eyes. He had completely lost the respect and awe he once had for the king, and was replaced by absolute coldness without any fluctuation.

It seemed as if he was not facing the monarch, but a stranger.

"You ugh!"

Sun Quan was about to ask in confusion, but his voice suddenly stopped after he said one word. Then his pupils dilated rapidly, and he looked down in disbelief, and saw a sword stuck in his heart.

Along with the cold touch of the sword blade was the blood gushing out of the heart, and of course, severe pain.

"Why."

The fear of death instantly swept through his body. Sun Quan gripped the sharp blade tightly with both hands, then raised his head with great effort and looked at Zhou Yu with eyes full of resentment and confusion.

He didn't understand why Zhou Yu pointed the sword at him. He never expected that he did not die at the hands of the Yellow Turbans, but instead died at the hands of the Wu minister he relied on the most.

He even wondered if Zhou Yu wanted to surrender to the Yellow Turbans in order to win credit for his actions, and that was why he turned around and killed him.

Fortunately, Zhou Yu's next sentence resolved Sun Quan's doubts.

"Countless soldiers died and were injured, but they all sacrificed themselves for the country of Wu. Anyone can surrender, but Your Majesty cannot. I cannot let the soldiers' battle become a joke, so dying with the country is the most honorable ending for Your Majesty."

Zhou Yu sighed softly, then slowly pushed Sun Quan, causing him to collapse and fall behind him.

When the blade was pulled out of his heart, Sun Quan's heart began to pump blood frantically, accelerating his death. In just a few moments, Sun Quan's consciousness began to blur. In his last moments, he was filled with anger and resentment, but he also vaguely heard Zhou Yu's last words.

"Your Majesty, you don't have to hate me. I will go with you later."

Zhou Yu said the last sentence indifferently, then sat quietly on the ground, wiped the blood off the sword, and then wiped it on his neck. After a flash of blood, his body fell down.

Witnessed by countless Yellow Turbans and Xu Chen, the king and his minister of Wu died peacefully.

The whole process was calm and neat, and Xu Chen had no intention of stopping them. Since they felt that self-determination was more honorable, it would not be a bad idea to help them. After all, the sword was in their hands, and it would be difficult to stop them if they wanted to commit suicide.

Xu Chen waved his hand, and Wang Dang beside him immediately understood.

Now that everything has settled, it's time to clean up the battlefield.

Not long after, a soldier came hurriedly to report that Liu Bei's body had been found. Of course, the bodies of other Wu and Shu generals such as Huang Zhong and Zhou Tai were also found one after another.

This large group of kings and ministers of Wu and Shu were neatly placed together. When they were counted carefully, it was found that almost all the important figures of these two countries died on the battlefield, and few surrendered.

Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case. There is nothing wrong with a king dying for his country, but not all the civil and military officials under him are loyal heroes who would rather die than surrender.

Xu Chen certainly understood why such a scene occurred. After all, Xuan Xia was different from other princes.

If figures like Cao Cao and Yuan Shao had won the battle, many ministers of Wu and Shu would have surrendered. Even with a change of boss, they would still be the same aristocratic families.

If the only target is Xuan Xia, they will have no hope at all, and surrender is naturally not an option worth considering.

The aristocratic families that had existed in the Han Dynasty for hundreds of years were completely wiped out. Xu Chen had completed all of Huang Chao's work long in advance, and in a more thorough manner. After the land of China had been plowed inside and out, it was finally cleaned up for the time being.

From now on, the land of China is no longer a world controlled by these aristocratic families. People at the bottom of society can also look up, and children of commoners have the opportunity to receive education and have paths to enter official careers. The lifeless politics of the aristocratic families have finally been completely torn apart.

On the battlefield, the soldiers were like teams of worker ants, cleaning the battlefield and receiving prisoners in an orderly manner. Everyone was busy with their own affairs, but when Xu Chen looked around, he found that he seemed to be idle all of a sudden.

This kind of leisure is not leisure in the real sense, but leisure on the spiritual level. It is like something that you have been pursuing for a long time is suddenly completed. While you feel satisfied and happy, your mood is suddenly disappointed.

Xu Chen found a piece of open space and lay down, staring at the sky blankly, as if thinking about his next mission.

At this time, Wang Dang also came to sit next to Xu Chen unconsciously. Looking at the confused Xu Chen, he laughed and said, "Master, if we can really accomplish this business, then the people of the world will be able to live a good life forever."

Upon hearing this, Xu Chen sat up at once. The confusion in his eyes gradually dissipated, and finally he shook his head.

"The mission has not yet been accomplished. You and I still need to work hard. The struggle has just begun." He patted Wang Dang on the shoulder and said with a meaningful smile: "We can't let down our guard, otherwise Zhou Yu's curse will come true."

(End of this chapter)