Three Kingdoms: Conquer Wu from Maicheng with Cavalry and Swords, Don't Fall Behind

"The Great Eastern Han Dynasty, my hometown, where every single one of my adoptive fathers was different. On the seventh day after my adoptive father's death, I must have two ounces of rice... Save my game, logging off for dinner!"

As the powerful, deep, and strange sound faded into the distance, Guan Yu's tense muscles relaxed. A chilling aura lingered, refusing to dissipate.

He clenched his fists, loosened his knuckles, and came back to reality. What he had experienced was not a dream. His muscles were firm and bulging, his blood and energy were abundant, and his internal organs were all gathering strength.

At this moment, Guan Yu wished he could shout, "You traitor who has served three masters, you sell your head for a pittance!"

While improvements in physical fitness are certainly welcome, they are far from sufficient to resolve Maicheng's predicament.

"Your Excellency, what kind of being are you?" Guan Yu stood with his back slightly bowed and shoulders slumped, his thoughts racing.

Outside the wooden fence, a group of people mustered their courage and stepped forward.

"We pay our respects to you, my lord! We are willing to go through fire and water, and even die for you!"

"My lord, I am Iron Ox. Take me with you this time to defend Maicheng."

"I just got engaged to Erniu, and I haven't even held her hand or kissed her yet, sob sob sob..."

A cacophony of voices drifted in, swaying gently. Guan Yu, starving, had no desire to respond. He hadn't eaten for a full day and night.

San'er shouted, "The bean rice is ready! We can eat now!"

The crowd surged forward, grabbing chopsticks and frantically shoveling them into the broken bowl, not a single bean spilling out of the wooden basin. The man's chopsticks moved with the speed and precision of a sword, able to intercept other chopsticks with remarkable agility and precision.

One boy went even further, seizing a moment when the dragons and tigers were fighting fiercely, he turned the bamboo tube upside down, pulled out half of it, and retreated.

The gaunt old man gritted his teeth, his fierce face contorted with rage. Even after his first bite of bean rice was stolen, he showed no sign of frustration, and continued to relentlessly attack the bean rice in the wooden basin with his chopsticks.

Their innocent and obedient demeanor just now was all an act. In front of Doufan, their true colors were revealed, and they displayed their ugly side.

San'er held out the largest bowl to Guan Yu, her pure eyes gazing at him earnestly: "My esteemed guest, please eat."

Guan Yu glanced down at San'er, smiled, and took it.

San'er's face flushed with nervousness as she stared intently at the earthenware bowl filled with bean rice. She didn't know why her grandfather had arranged it this way; she only knew that her grandfather was definitely right.

Once a distinguished person eats their family's bean rice, they become one of their own and will take care of their uncles, cousins, and other relatives who are serving in the army.

Guan Yu rubbed his nose, then sheepishly scooped up a large spoonful and swallowed it. He then took the water ladle that San'er happily handed him and gulped down two mouthfuls, as if drinking fine wine.

San'er raised his fist forward: "My lord, we all survived, right?"

Guan Yu, witnessing this action, was momentarily stunned. He couldn't give a definite answer, nor did he want to deceive anyone: "My brother, the King of Hanzhong, swore an oath to live and die with me. Now that I am in trouble, he will surely come!"

The tense atmosphere of war enveloped the entire city. The five words, "My brother is the King of Hanzhong," stirred the blood of the surrounding people.

They all shared the same surname and were not afraid to die in battle. Born into a chaotic era, their fates were long out of their control. They did not want to die a wretched and unjust death, leaving their descendants to ridicule them.

Guan Yu's red face remained expressionless, as always. This game of chess, called "the world," was destined to have many victims.

The eldest brother's ambition was to support the Han dynasty and restore unity as a member of the Han imperial family. He devoted his life to upholding the banner of "restoring the Han dynasty," adhering to benevolence and integrity in the midst of chaos, and striving to end the division and bring peace to the people.

His ideal was not only to restore the Liu family regime, but also to rebuild the order of "serving the country above and bringing peace to the people below", and ultimately to establish a benevolent dynasty with benevolent governance at its core.

From weaving mats and selling shoes to establishing his own independent regime, the eldest brother's pursuits were always imbued with a strong sense of orthodoxy and a deep concern for the people. This was fundamentally different from the "hegemonic" approach of the King of Wei.

After Guan Yu had eaten his fill, he looked at the lifelike figure before him, and the arrogance in his eyes subsided somewhat.

The Northern Expedition failed because of Wu's surprise attack across the river in disguise, and because of the shameless betrayal of Fu Shiren and Mi Fang.

Since Guan Yu has already taken command of the imperial staff, how can he be entrusted with any responsibility?

Mi Fang and Fu Shiren were severely reprimanded for their negligence in logistics. Fearing the consequences, they eventually defected to Eastern Wu, leading to the loss of Jingzhou's rear.

But the mere fact that two people defected to the enemy shouldn't mean there wasn't a single person who opposed them. Within Jiangling City, there were certainly more than just Mi Fang in trouble; he simply couldn't have absolute power.

After capturing Gong'an and Jiangling, Lü Meng encountered almost no resistance in Wuling and Nanjun. Yidu, being close to Bashu, saw local powerful families who believed there was still hope, which is why they chose to rebel against Wu.

A righteous figure appeared in Guan Yu's mind: Pan Jun, the Chief Administrator of Jingzhou.

Pan Jun was intelligent and insightful, and his questions were logical and reasonable. Liu Bei appointed him as the second-in-command of Jingzhou, in charge of the state affairs.

He adhered to the cautious policy of "resting soldiers and encouraging agriculture," believing that the people of Jingzhou were poor and the army was exhausted, and that priority should be given to protecting the borders and the people and accumulating strength. He had always opposed large-scale military operations.

During his tenure as the Chief Administrator, Pan Jun strictly limited Guan Yu's military strength, keeping it to no more than ten thousand men.

Guan Yu naturally disagreed and forcibly expanded the army to 30,000 men, as the two had always been at odds. The Han army's northern expedition required nearly 100,000 laborers, and Pan Jun pointed at Guan Yu's banner and cursed him angrily, saying discouraging things, which was nothing more than his pessimism about the northern expedition.

Recalling the details now, Guan Yu's expression became slightly dejected. He did not hate Fu Shiren, Mi Fang, and the other traitors; he only hated himself for not being prepared enough.

In this life, it is most precious to find those who share the same ideals and aspirations.

The King of Hanzhong today is no longer the impoverished wanderer who sought refuge with Liu Biao. Former subordinates of Xuzhou, veterans of Youyan, clans of Jingzhou, powerful figures of Yizhou, scholars of Dongzhou... all sorts of faces gather under the banner of "Han," vying for fame and fortune.

"With my third brother here, the strategist here, Zilong here, and my eldest brother here, I, Guan Yu, would not have come to this!"

As Guan Yu pondered, more and more able-bodied men gathered around, drawn by the news. They watched quietly, not daring to cause any disturbance.

Throughout history, countless heroes have failed to see themselves clearly, succumbing to the tides of power and ultimately filled with regret. A lack of understanding of righteousness in youth can haunt one's entire life.

Guan Yu was the same; he lived the first half of his life in a daze until he killed a powerful figure in Hedong and fled to Zhuojun. After meeting his elder brother and third brother, he finally saw his path clearly.

Only by serving the nation can we bring peace and security to the common people!

……

Ding.

Qi Ye ate something to fill his stomach before continuing his conquest of the Three Kingdoms. He had just logged on when he saw a crowd surrounding a thatched hut, three layers deep.

"Huh? There weren't this many people when I logged off. Oh no, my reputation level went up too high and I got too many troops."

He couldn't help but recall the soldiers he had personally recruited in the village when he played Mount & Blade. One of them was tall and big, with a mentally challenged look on his face, yet he could still be the first to climb up the city gate tower and kill three enemies after taking an arrow.

Okay, let's get this party started.

"I will fight! I will valiantly fight at Qishan, display my might at the Wei River, wage war in Xiangfan, and fight on every battlefield under heaven! For the restoration of the Han Dynasty, I will spare no effort, even if it means burning the Five Sacred Mountains and overturning the rivers!"

Huo Qubing: 800 it is, let's go straight to the Xiongnu's lair.

Li Shimin: 800 it is, let's go for the Xuanwu Gate.

Zhang Liao: 800 it is, let's make our might shake Xiaoyao Ford.

Zhu Di: 800 it is, let's pacify the rebellion in accordance with the will of Heaven.

Once the recruits are complete and eight hundred men have been gathered, Qi Ye will have no fear of those Jiangdong rats.