Cao Cao Can Definitely Beat This Slave!

Yang Feng looked at the screen in the sky and nearly burst out laughing on the spot.

He forced his face to stay straight, using every ounce of strength to keep the wildly rising corners of his mouth from giving him away.

Wonderful.

This was simply heaven-sent news!

Cao Cao was personally leading an army of three hundred thousand against him, while his own Yizhou was a heap of loose sand.

What was he supposed to fight with?

How was he supposed to win?

Wasn't this practically telling him that his emperor trial card was about to expire?

Yang Feng's heart practically blossomed with joy.

He had honestly thought that, after transmigrating here, he would be shackled to the title of "greatest emperor of all time," forever either fighting wars or heading off to fight them, working twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week without a single day off all year, until he died of overwork on the dragon throne.

Now it seemed he had been overthinking things.

This Heavenly Screen bro was still on his side when it mattered.

Just as he was about to be welded permanently into the emperor's position, it had arranged a top-tier reversal for him, delivering an opponent he could never possibly defeat.

Wasn't this like being handed a pillow when he felt sleepy, or having the whole company blown up just when he wanted to clock out?

Once Boss Cao's army arrived, he could simply bathe, change his clothes, open the city gates, and surrender. Wouldn't becoming a Duke of Peace and Happiness be a hundred times better than being this harried, short-lived emperor?

Then he could become a literary plagiarist, write a few poems, and earn a little money.

With three or five lovely wives and beautiful concubines upstairs, wouldn't a retired life be nice?

Just as Yang Feng began planning his wonderful life after surrender in his mind, the atmosphere below the dais had already dropped to freezing.

The military officers led by Ji Ling all stared fixedly at the words "an army of three hundred thousand massed in Hanzhong" on the Heavenly Screen, feeling a chill shoot from the soles of their feet straight to the crowns of their heads.

That was an army of three hundred thousand!

Not thirty thousand, not three thousand, but three hundred thousand!

Just imagining that dark, seething mass made their scalps tingle.

Every military officer turned deathly pale, and as one, they directed pleading looks toward Yan Xiang, the head of the civil officials.

Yan Xiang's heart was pounding with fear too, and cold sweat had long since soaked his back.

He knew better than anyone what a rotten mess Yizhou was in.

The soldiers did not know their generals, the generals did not know their soldiers, and the powerful local families each harbored their own hidden schemes.

Forget three hundred thousand-even if only a hundred thousand came, whether Chengdu could hold would require some serious weighing.

But he was the head of all the officials, a founding meritorious official who had been the first to step forward and urge Yang Feng to take the throne.

Could he back down now?

He could not!

If he panicked, the entire court really would fall apart!

More importantly, he chose to believe in Yang Feng-or rather, he chose to believe in the Heavenly Screen that had raised Yang Feng onto a divine pedestal.

Yan Xiang drew a deep breath, suppressed all the raging waves in his heart, briskly straightened his robes and cap, and dropped to his knees toward Yang Feng with a thud.

That resounding kneel instantly drew everyone's attention.

"Your Majesty!"

Yan Xiang's immensely powerful voice, filled with ironclad conviction, echoed throughout the hall.

"Cao Cao is nothing but dry bones in a grave!"

"What does his so-called army of three hundred thousand amount to before Your Majesty's heavenly might?"

"With Your Majesty, the one true Son of Heaven unparalleled throughout eternity, presiding over our Yizhou, what could possibly be beyond resolution?"

He raised his head, swept his burning gaze over the ashen-faced military officers, and rebuked them in a stern voice and manner.

"Your Majesty has not even begun demonstrating the divine skill of 'Shooting a Cannon at the Camp Gate.' Gentlemen, what are you afraid of?"

"What is there to fear?"

Those deafening questions exploded like thunder beside the ears of Ji Ling and the others.

That's right!

What were they afraid of?

His Majesty was the man chosen by heaven!

The greatest emperor of all time, certified by the Heavenly Screen!

And there was that... 'Shooting a Cannon at the Camp Gate'!

They did not know what it was, but it sounded far more impressive than Lü Bu's 'Shooting a Halberd at the Camp Gate'!

As though clutching a lifesaving straw, Ji Ling and the others instantly broke free of their despair and hurriedly chimed in. "Yes, yes! Lord Yan is absolutely right!"

"With His Majesty here, the paltry Cao army is hardly worth mentioning!"

"Exactly, exactly! That 'Shooting a Cannon at the Camp Gate' sounds more powerful. It will surely blast Cao's army into the sky!"

"Your Majesty's divine might is invincible!"

Listening to this downright surreal exchange among the officials below the dais, Yang Feng nearly fainted.

He almost could not stop himself from standing up, pointing at Yan Xiang's nose, and cursing him out.

I say, Lord Yan, you really are a fine comrade of mine!

With your gift for boasting, it would be a waste of talent not to perform crosstalk!

That's an army of three hundred thousand!

Yang Feng ranted furiously inside.

Did they have any idea what an army of three hundred thousand meant?

Each man could spit once and drown him.

Even if they were three hundred thousand pigs stretching out their necks for them to chop, hacking away day and night would still take several days and nights!

And now Shooting a Cannon at the Camp Gate?

What did that have to do with anything?

I know Shooting a Halberd at the Camp Gate. That's Lü Bu's specialty.

But what the hell is this "cannon"?

Surely I didn't casually cobble together a modern cannon by hand while dreaming last night?

What kind of nonsense was this?!

This was completely unscientific!

This script was heading in the wrong direction!

Was there something wrong with the way all these ministers' brains worked?

Wasn't their trust far too blind, far too cheap?

Yang Feng felt utterly exhausted, body and soul. He felt less like an emperor than the director of a psychiatric hospital.

He weakly raised a hand, signaling everyone to quiet down.

"My beloved ministers, please remain calm."

All he wanted now was some peace and quiet, to watch the Heavenly Screen hurry up and pronounce his death sentence so he could be released sooner.

Meanwhile, in Yuzhou.

The three brothers Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei sat together, watching the contents of the Heavenly Screen and bursting into unabashed laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

Liu Bei clapped his hands and laughed heartily, his eyes full of schadenfreude.

"This Yang Feng, this lowborn slave, is finally finished this time!"

"With Cao Cao's army of three hundred thousand bearing down on his borders, let's see how he handles it!"

Beside him, Zhang Fei's voice boomed like a great bell as he said gruffly, "You're right, Eldest Brother!"

"And he's come up with some 'Shooting a Cannon at the Camp Gate' nonsense. Just hearing it, you know it's an empty bluff!"

"Does he think he's Lü Bu? Shooting a cannon? I'd say he's nothing but a mouth cannon!"

Guan Yu narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, stroked his fine beard, and snorted coldly.

"Nothing but a clown jumping on a beam, courting the crowd's favor."

"What does Yang Feng have to fight Cao Cao's three hundred thousand tiger-and-wolf warriors with?"

"In this battle, Yizhou will surely fall, and Yang Feng will surely perish!"

The three brothers exchanged smiles, each seeing the same delight in the others' eyes.

They could hardly wait to see the miserable end of that slave emperor who had usurped Yizhou, ground to dust beneath Cao Cao's army.

At that moment, with countless eyes watching and everyone harboring their own thoughts.

Everyone's gaze focused on that frozen image.

The next second, the Heavenly Screen began moving again.