The Conflict of Chaos: Chapter 106: The Tragedy of White Emperor City

Since Liu Bei departed for Beiqi City, Guan Yu had been deeply troubled, sensing that something was about to happen.

“Father-in-law, what’s wrong with you lately? You’ve even been eating less,” a young man said as he entered.

Guan Yu, recognizing him, rubbed his tired eyes and replied, “Ping’er, you’re here. Have you finished your sword training?”

“Yes, Father, today’s training is done.”

Guan Yu nodded. “Good. Training must never be neglected.”

“I will do my best, Father.”

“Any news from the front?”

Guan Ping shook his head. “Not yet. Are you worried about Uncle and the others?”

“My eyelids keep twitching. I have a feeling something’s wrong with Big Brother and Third Brother,” Guan Yu confessed, growing more anxious by the moment.

“You must rest, Father. Our forces far outnumber Qin’s. Uncle surely is safe.”

Suddenly, a frantic voice burst in. “Report! Urgent news from Baidi City!”

A soldier rushed in. “General, the Qin army has taken Beiqi City. The King of Shu has retreated to Baidi City. Please mobilize immediately to rescue him.”

“What! How is Big Brother now?”

The soldier hesitated, startled by Guan Yu’s sudden change in expression. “The King of Shu is safe, currently at Baidi City. Please dispatch troops quickly.”

Realizing the urgency, Guan Yu sprang up, seizing his Green Dragon Crescent Blade. “Ping’er, gather the troops within fifteen minutes. We march to Baidi City.”

“Yes, Father.”

Three days after Guan Yu’s departure, Zhu Long arrived with his troops at Baidi City.

“Who are you?” the few hundred defenders inside, seeing the fully armored blue cavalry below, felt a surge of fear.

Zhu Long shouted toward the city, “We are from Beitong Pass of the Tang Kingdom, under Northern General Li Qiutong. Our general promised to ally with your King of Shu.”

“Is that true?” a soldier asked another nearby.

“I think I heard our general mention it, but not clearly.”

Another pondered, “With General Guan not here, if they’re not trustworthy, it could spell disaster.”

“What should we do?”

“Better to have them proceed directly to Baidi City to support the general. If they are allies, they’ll reinforce us. If not, the general can judge.”

The soldiers agreed.

“General, here’s the situation. We’re engaged in fierce battle with Qin forces at Baidi City. If you truly side with us, hurry to support General Guan.”

Zhu Long was puzzled. The battlefield was supposed to be Beiqi City, so how had it shifted to Baidi City? Yet the defenders gave no explanation.

“Commander Zhu, what now?” Dulang, who had just joined the army, asked.

Zhu Long thought briefly before deciding, “No choice. We’ll head to Baidi City. You and your men stay here to assist General Li.”

“Understood.”

After giving instructions, Zhu Long led his 4,000 troops directly toward Baidi City.

At this moment, Baidi City was in turmoil. Liu Bei had just awakened to news from the Qin side: Cao Cao was dead, and Bai Qi had led troops straight to Luoyang.

Rage engulfed Liu Bei, sapping his already weary body. Before issuing any orders, he collapsed to the ground.

In his haze, he saw the bold spirit from the Peach Garden oath, the usual bickering among the three brothers.

“Second Brother, Third Brother, Big Brother, I’m sorry,” he seemed to hear Guan Yu’s voice in resignation.

“Quick, where’s Big Brother? Take me to him.”

The voice grew nearer until it stood by his bedside, and Liu Bei realized it was no dream.

Opening his eyes slowly, Guan Yu’s familiar red face appeared before him.

“Big Brother, are you alright?”

Liu Bei smiled weakly, clutching his hand. “Second Brother, I’m sorry.”

“You will be fine, Big Brother. I’ll bring you back to Shu Han. Hang on a little longer.”

But Liu Bei shook his head gently. “Third Brother is gone. I’m nearly done too. My dreams rest with you now.”

“You will be fine. Trust me,” Guan Yu, usually proud and aloof, now wept.

Liu Bei ignored this and continued, “Cao Cao’s death means Luoyang’s fall is inevitable. The Han dynasty is failing. After I’m gone, you must take the remnants to find General Li Qiutong. He’s a good man, a good leader who understands my heart. I believe he will follow the path I sought. You must assist him well and witness a peaceful world in my stead.”

“Big Brother, didn’t we vow not to seek to share the same birth date, but to die on the same day?” Guan Yu asked.

Liu Bei smiled faintly. “Second Brother, you cannot die. You have a long road ahead.”

“I only want to stay with you.”

Liu Bei shook his head again. “I believe in you. Before I go, one last word: I’ve always known your pride limits you. You look down on others, though your strength and talent justify some pride. But I urge you—sometimes lay down your arrogance. See others with equal respect, and you will see a new, different world. Only then will you grow stronger and go further.”

“I will remember that.”

Liu Bei smiled, nodded, and slowly closed his weary eyes. “Go now, let me rest a while.”

Guan Yu stayed by his bedside silently until even the faintest breath ceased.

Liu Bei’s life was indeed interesting, though hardly dazzling. As a youth, he was a fallen royal descendant, bearing an empty title while selling straw sandals in the streets, enduring all the hardships of the lower class. His life brightened only after the rebellion began and the three brothers swore their oath.

Yet the path was fraught with setbacks—defeat after defeat—but he persevered. Some called him a hypocrite, kind outwardly but scheming beneath.

Liu Bei never responded to such rumors—perhaps because a man upright fears no shadow, or perhaps he was truly duplicitous. But undeniably, through his efforts, he became King of Shu Han, still the man who would rather be betrayed by the world than betray it, still the Liu Uncle who sought to save the Han dynasty and rescue the people.

Even if he harbored selfish ambitions or imperial dreams, his promises and deeds brought hope and change to his people—and that was enough.

Whether genuinely good or not, I choose to respect this man who fought and failed repeatedly but never gave up.

After a long time, Guan Yu finally rose, covered Liu Bei with a blanket, and lifted him onto his back.

“Big Brother, I will bring you back to Shu Han. That land you poured your heart into is the place where you belong to rest.”

With those words spoken to the sleeping Liu Bei, Guan Yu stepped heavily outside.

Waiting outside, Guan Ping and the others could not hide their sorrow.

“Father-in-law, what shall we do now?”

Guan Yu gazed into the distance, resolute. “I will bring Big Brother back to Shu Han. One day, the Qin army will pay. Prepare the troops; we return to Shu Han City.”

Just as he spoke, a soldier guarding the city dashed in, shouting, “Bad news! The Qin army is attacking the city!”

“What? The Qin army is attacking?” Panic spread among the few thousand ordinary troops defending Baidi City.

“Father-in-law, let’s escape through the west gate,” Guan Ping suggested.

But Guan Yu drew his sword with a firm slash. “What is there to fear? I will cut down these Qin dogs and avenge Big Brother. All troops, charge with me!”

He led the charge first.

The Qin army at this moment was the elite cavalry of Ying Zheng and Wu Zhan—20,000 horsemen.

“Liu Bei is inside this city,” Wu Zhan said after hesitation.

“Brother Ying Zheng, let me charge with you,” Wu Zhan urged.

Ying Zheng waved him off. “This is my burden. You coming along is enough. I will atone for my mistake myself.”

He drew his spear and charged the city, followed by 10,000 troops.

Baidi City, not a strategic stronghold, stood no chance against the full force of the Qin cavalry’s First Legion.

The fragile gates crumbled like paper under Ying Zheng’s fury, reduced to rubble in moments.

At the same time, Guan Yu mounted his warhorse, leading his few remaining soldiers out to meet them.

Though the armies had yet to clash directly, the sounds of battle echoed through the city.

With vengeance burning in his heart, Guan Yu faced off against the disgraced and repentant Ying Zheng. Both men bore unyielding determination to fight to the death.

Their first encounter saw Ying Zheng gather his troops’ martial energy, charging with his golden-armored cavalry toward Guan Yu, intertwined with the azure dragon.

“Qin brat, return my brother’s life!” Guan Yu roared, charging alone into the enemy ranks, his mighty blade pressing down against Ying Zheng’s spear.

The powerful azure dragon martial energy momentarily subdued Ying Zheng, who wielded the military formation.

“Are you the Guan Yu who beheaded Hua Xiong with wine in hand?” Ying Zheng sneered.

With a sweeping stroke, Guan Yu raised his blade and struck at Ying Zheng. “You are not worthy to know my name.”

Ying Zheng was no pushover. As Guan Yu pressed, his golden dragon martial energy burst forth. He swung his spear with the might of a soaring dragon. Blade met spear; dragons clashed. Their battle was fierce, each strike deadly.

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