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

The Martial Saint arrived at the county government office with hundreds of men in a grand procession. The scene was lively and spectacular, and everyone's spirits and energy were transformed.

Wang Fu strode out, dumbfounded: "My lord, what's going on?"

The Martial Saint coldly replied, "Incorporate."

Wang Fu understood immediately and ordered the clerk to bring pen, ink, and bamboo slips, and also commanded his personal attendant to bring a short table:

"Everyone, one by one, please state your place of origin, name, and age."

The people lined up obediently, whispering among themselves as if they were browsing a market. Their expressions were filled with undisguised excitement; the titles of "Lord Guan" and "King of Hanzhong" made them hold their heads high with pride.

Wang Fu was conflicted. He didn't want the whole family, young and old, to go to the battlefield in a muddled way. He could still speak up for himself now, but once they reached the city walls, military law would be the ultimate authority.

He stole a glance at the Martial Saint and loudly reminded him:

"In this mundane world, getting ahead is harder than climbing to heaven. You really want to join the army? Do you even know what joining the army means? You could lose your head at any moment. This is no joke."

The Martial Saint remained calm and composed, displaying a magnanimous spirit and composure. He stood there quietly, like a towering mountain to be revered.

Wang Fulei said frankly, "If you want to go back now, I can speak to the Lord and ask him to let you leave."

San'er, meeting the gazes of his uncles and cousins, stepped forward boldly and said, "I was born a money-loser, and living is just a waste of food. I might as well die on the city wall of my hometown, which would fulfill my grandfather's wish."

Wang Fu frowned deeply. How could there be young girls in the army? This was utterly outrageous. War couldn't be won by bringing your family along. If people died, it would be too late for regrets.

"I've never had a full meal since I can remember. I want to eat white rice, I want to eat meat! If we win, we eat meat; if we lose, we have a feast!"

"If I leave, will Wu's army retreat? Either way, it's just death. Being outside of the Imperial Uncle's rule is worse than death!"

"I refuse to be a Wu lackey! I refuse to be a Wu lackey! I want to be a Han Chinese, upright and honorable. Jingzhou must not fall into the hands of the Wu lackeys!"

Moved, Wang Fu stopped trying to persuade him and, clutching the booklet, shouted loudly, "Place of origin!"

The new recruits lined up next to their relatives, their faces beaming with bright smiles.

Wang Fu finally understood why the bandits in Jingzhou were so difficult to govern. Reasoning with a group of "troublemakers" and explaining the law was completely useless; they would only move in the direction they believed to be right.

The sound of horses' hooves pounded loudly, and Zhao Lei, looking terrified, dismounted.

"My lord, disaster has struck! Tanzhi led the city's residents to the west gate to gather firewood, where they were ambushed by Wu general Pan Zhang. They are in grave danger!"

Of the necessities of life—firewood, rice, oil, and salt—firewood comes first. The Han army entered the city hastily, with virtually no firewood reserves. Guan Yu's army was always strict and forbade the harassment of civilians. Dismantling doors from people's homes to make fires for cooking was considered unrighteous and immoral.

The Han army needed to stockpile enough dry firewood before the enemy could complete the blockade.

Wang Fu couldn't help but complain, "Tanzhi is still too young. He doesn't know that rules are inviolable. Rushing out of the city will only cause trouble!"

Qi Ye's eyes were filled with excitement, completely oblivious to the chaos. A mission had arrived, and he had to set off immediately. The more challenging the mission, the more focused he needed to be.

In his haste, the Martial Saint gripped his weapon, but the familiar Green Dragon Crescent Blade did not appear.

"Oh no! Where's my ravenously thirsty greatsword?"

Qi Ye thought for a moment and gradually understood. The Green Dragon Crescent Blade had been given to Zhou Cang for repair; he had no weapon to use now.

The Martial Saint rushed back to the county government office in a few strides. He was slightly taken aback when he saw the spears, halberds, ring-pommel swords, and longbows displayed on the weapon rack. He slung his quiver over his shoulder, put the longbow over his arm, and casually picked up a ring-pommel sword.

Red Hare, as if by telepathy, galloped towards them. The Martial Saint leaped onto it, gripping its belly to accelerate.

One person, full of energy and charisma.

"My lord, you must take more men and not take any risks!" Zhao Lei's voice echoed from afar.

Maicheng's urban area was small; Red Hare darted to the west gate in a few strides, and the Martial Saint roared, "Open the city gate!"

Upon seeing that it was Guan Yu, the soldiers guarding the city hastily and methodically unlatched the gate. The Martial Saint flicked the reins and sped off.

Qi Ye observed the minimap and saw a large cluster of red dots gathering together.

Yi Ji orderly directed the able-bodied men to retreat into the city: "My lord, Tan Zhi is still fighting the enemy in the rear."

The woodcutters ran wildly, carrying twenty or thirty pounds of dry firewood on their backs, as Red Hare whizzed through the crowd.

The Martial Saint gripped his ring-pommel sword, charging left and right, slashing and hacking, with no enemy in sight.

Qi Ye mentally complained, "I can't get used to this attack range all at once."

Give me back my katana registration!!!

He quickly switched to his bow and arrow, and a crosshair appeared before his eyes, constantly turning red. This indicated that this posture was unsuitable for mounted archery, so the Martial Saint continued to adjust his position on horseback.

The core skill for a qualified horse archer is the ability to shoot to the left while turning 180 degrees on horseback. To the right, a 30-degree angle is the limit.

Dead knowledge is attacking Qi Ye's brain.

Historical records indicate that Dong Zhuo possessed extraordinary strength, carrying two quivers and shooting arrows from both sides while riding, making him feared by the Qiang and Hu tribes.

Cavalrymen usually only carry a single quiver, but Dong Zhuo could carry two quivers and could draw his bow with both hands while charging. In encounters, he could quickly deal with enemies from different directions, making him a true warrior.

The archery skills required for cavalry in the Han Dynasty were extremely high. In the game, "shooting left and right while riding" is also a high-level skill. Qi Ye is currently unable to move the crosshair and view to the right.

Suddenly, a large group of enemy soldiers appeared ahead, fighting fiercely. They were locked in precise combat, showing no intention of annihilating the defenders in the slightest.

Qi Ye looked around and thought, "How can I possibly aim at that?!"

The bowstring snapped, and with a whoosh, the arrow flew through the air, striking a Wu soldier in the cheek. His piercing scream stood out starkly amidst the clamor of the crowd.

"It's our lord! Our lord has come to our aid!" the defenders shouted, their blood boiling.

"Brothers, follow me to break through the enemy lines!" Guan Ping cried out hysterically, risking everything with a do-or-die attitude.

However, the Wu army was numerous while the Han army was few, and they were still surrounded.

Among the many figures in Wu Jun's army, one general stood out with a rough and burly appearance, a dark face, and a large gold lock around his neck. He was arrogant and liked to show off his power.

It was none other than Pan Zhang, the Tiger General of Jiangdong and Zhenwei General.

He and his attendants were on the ridge when they saw Guan Ping and thirty others on the verge of death. The crowd around them burst into laughter.

Ma Zhong clasped his hands and said in a deep voice, "General, the enemy has been successfully lured out; Guan Yu has indeed launched an attack."

Pan Zhang, full of vigor and ambition, shouted to his men to bring his horse.

"Wait a minute!"

A refined scholar, resembling a donkey, stepped forward to stop him, pulling on the reins and advising, "Lord Guan's martial arts are formidable and his momentum unstoppable. Jiang Qin and Han Dang have both lost their heads; we must be wary. General, you hold a high position and great power, yet you would risk your life for him. Wouldn't that be putting yourself in grave danger?"

Pan Zhang refused, donned his armor, mounted his horse, and refused to let his achievements slip away.

The Yang family of Hongnong was a top-tier aristocratic family during the Han Dynasty. Yang Zhen, known as the "Confucius of Guanzhong," rose to the position of Grand Commandant, creating a prosperous era of "three dukes in four generations." The rise of the Yang family of Hongnong can be traced back to Yang happy of the Western Han Dynasty.

Yang happy obtained one of Xiang Yu's legs and was enfeoffed as the Marquis of Chiquan, settling in Huayin, Hongnong.

Now that Guan Yu's head is in his best hands, waiting for Pan Zhang to take it, how could he be willing to give the opportunity to someone else!