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

"If we lead the troops out, we will surely return intact. The men of the Guan family must not back down!"

On horseback, Guan Ping raised his hand and swept his long-handled sword horizontally. After two clangs, the horse's hooves passed over the opponent, severing a hideous head, and the horse turned around.

Dozens of strong men behind him sprang into action, charging towards the human wall, their halberds thrusting fiercely forward.

The laborers followed in fear, and whenever they heard a piercing scream, they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and their steps became stiff.

The hundred Wu soldiers, who had formed a battle line, began to run, raising their shields and tightening their defensive line. They pressed it down, thrusting out with their swords, spears, and halberds before pressing it down again.

The Martial Saint drew his bow to its fullest extent, more focused than ever before. He turned sideways, the bowstring twanging like thunder, and a bandit fell, struck by an arrow. The bowstring vibrated incessantly, emitting a buzzing groan.

"There's no need to aim for vital points at all; the damage is easily overflowing. It's just that archery isn't fun enough. In open field battles, who's going to use a bow?!"

Red Hare charged forward, bursting into the enemy ranks, its mounted bow and ring-pommel sword slashing through the enemy in an instant. The Martial Saint's aura and fighting spirit grew increasingly ferocious, and with overwhelming force, he slew three more enemies in quick succession.

Wu Jun was terrified, feeling as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight, a chill running from his feet straight to his head.

The Martial Saint spurred his horse forward, moving as if into an empty field. With a loud bang, his ring-pommel sword sent a shield soldier flying more than twenty paces through the air before shattering into pieces.

Pan Zhang witnessed it firsthand, his eyes filled with horrified disbelief. How could an old man possibly unleash such superhuman power? If he were to fight alone, could he withstand even a single blow?

His fate briefly overlapped with that of Jiang Qin and Han Dang!

Zhuge Jin whispered something in Pan Zhang's ear, and Pan Zhang calmed down and nodded repeatedly, deciding to proceed according to the plan.

The densely packed Wu army pressed forward, surging endlessly.

"Father!" Guan Ping shouted, his attention momentarily diverted as he saw a halberd thrusting towards him. He bent down and brought the blade down directly.

The halberd clashed and bounced back, smashing into the enemy's mouth and nose, causing his face to burst with blood.

"Catch!" Guan Ping pulled on the reins, displaying his superb horsemanship. In the instant an opening was created, he threw his long-handled sword at Red Hare.

"Oh no, I'm not going to get killed by a flying knife, am I?" Qi Ye said, while maneuvering his horse and picking up the knife hilt in mid-air.

That perfect technique shows he's a natural talent for wielding a katana.

The moment the Martial Saint took the blade, his aura grew even colder. With a basic attack, he swung the blade down, tearing through the crowd, corpses falling in droves, carving a path through the carnage.

Guan Ping followed closely behind, rushing into the torn crowd and escaping over the corpses to be rescued. He glanced back and saw that there were still many enemy soldiers remaining in the encirclement.

Someone cried out, "Has my lord abandoned me?"

The Martial Saint charged straight in again, only to be surrounded by Wu soldiers in multiple layers. He swayed his men to the left and right, then charged forward with lightning speed, his blade flashing like thunderbolts.

Limbs flew in all directions, and blood mist rose into the air.

Even after Guan Ping and his men had fled thirty paces, they could still feel an overwhelming sense of oppression and tension.

The Martial Saint pulled the remaining soldiers out of the encirclement and entrusted them to Guan Ping's care. He then killed several Wu soldiers and repelled several hundred Wu soldiers.

Wu's army was utterly routed, filled with fear and confusion, with none daring to stand against them.

"Go!" The Martial Saint's deep, cold voice rang out.

Upon receiving the order, Guan Ping quickly resumed his movements and fled desperately toward the city gate.

The Martial Saint stood on his horse, facing the horde of bandits alone, displaying extraordinary courage.

"Standing before you is a man whose very being is etched with idioms, a man who has overcome all obstacles, single-handedly attended a meeting, possessed unwavering loyalty and righteousness, and whose integrity is as high as the heavens..."

"He fought across three thousand miles, single-handedly holding off a million-strong army. You treacherous Wu scoundrel, why don't you quickly offer up your head!"

Qi Ye searched for the bandit general's location, finding him well hidden in the area with the densest concentration of red dots. Activating the martial skill "Selling the Head with a Mark" would not be an easy task.

This mission is to protect an important target, and he simply cannot leave. He doesn't know what the punishment will be if the mission fails.

The Martial Saint, sword in hand, spun and slashed, deflecting the bandit's halberd. He lowered the reins, letting Red Hare gallop freely. Switching to his riding bow, he unleashed a flurry of arrows. A high-pitched scream echoed behind him.

Arrows whistled through the air from both sides, embedding themselves in the ground ahead. Hearing the whooshing sound, Red Hare autonomously and steadily changed its pace, even more intelligent than Honor's AI.

The martial saint moved swiftly, his vision blurring and his aim wavering. The booming footsteps approached rapidly.

He flipped his hand, took the bow, turned around, and with a swift movement, fired a 180° shot from behind, piercing through the light armor of a cavalryman and embedding itself in his hard bones.

The cavalryman, in pain, lost control of his horse and tumbled into the mud, rolling and knocking down more than a dozen men in the process. The stray warhorse panted heavily, its hooves moving stiffly.

"You want to put up a bid to sell your head? Sorry, you're not worthy!" Qi Ye let his horse roam freely, returning to a hundred paces away from Maicheng.

The city gates of Maicheng stood tall and imposing, tightly shut. The laborers carrying firewood stood desperately at the foot of the city walls, looking up hysterically, crying, "Save me! Save me! I can't run anymore!"

Guan Ping gritted his teeth, preparing to lead his men to migrate along the wall and enter the city through the north gate. A howling chill swept across the city wall, and surging Wu soldiers rushed in from both flanks.

"Banners fluttered back, horses' hooves thundered, where could the defeated general escape to?!" Ma Zhong was ordered to attack the city, but unexpectedly ran into Guan Ping. The Wu soldiers in the encirclement were utterly useless.

"My lord is back! I see my lord! Open the city gates at once!" Zhou Cang commanded, brandishing his sword at Yi Ji.

"The enemy has gathered below the city and opened the gates. How can we defend ourselves?" Yi Ji hesitated repeatedly.

"Let's draw our swords and fight! What's the point of guarding Maicheng if our lord is not here?!" Wang Fu drew his sword with a clang, displaying the demeanor of a scholar-general.

Yi Ji instantly realized: "Open the city gates!"

The soldiers immediately sprang into action, using all their strength to pry open the door a crack. The laborers outside, their blood boiling, seized the opportunity and rushed in.

The fighting raged on. Guan Ping, gripping the reins and holding a halberd, stood guard at the city gate. Hundreds of Wu bandits, armed with weapons, charged towards the city below.

The Martial Saint sheathed his bow and galloped away, casually swinging his thick arm, slashing the shoulder armor of the first Wu cavalryman who charged at him.

With a deafening crash, the cavalrymen were sent flying into the sky, only to plummet back down and be trampled and crushed. Their agonizing screams mingled with gushing arterial blood.

The roar of the battle blade brought with it a fierce wind, forcefully and bloodily carving a path through it.

All of Wu Bing's faces were etched with a deep sense of shock. The extreme violence was taking the lives of their compatriots, and boundless fear was spreading madly.

Some were so frightened they stopped in their tracks. Others continued to roar and vent their anger, rushing forward, risking everything for a chance to stand out.

In the blink of an eye, the Martial Saint slaughtered a dozen or so people and rushed into the city.

"One, two... three!" Guan Ping hurriedly led his men, pushing hard on the door. The two sides were locked in a stalemate, and the door just wouldn't close.

"Get out of the way!" The Martial Saint's blade slashed down heavily, slicing down the spear tip and halberd blade in one fell swoop. Three fresh arms also fell, spurting out a torrent of blood.

Zhou Cang rushed forward and yanked at the iron shield blocking the door. Wu Bing lost his balance, his dark face pressed hard against the door crack, his head caught.

Wang Fu thrust his sword into the soldier's face, ripping out his eyeballs. A piercing scream echoed outside the door.

"Pour it down!!" Zhao Lei shouted, and scalding hot golden liquid rained down from the sky.

Wu Bing, his body burning with pain, screamed repeatedly and scattered. The city gates of Maicheng slammed shut with a bang.

The defenders collapsed to the ground, exhausted, their chests heaving violently, each breath accompanied by a hoarse sound. No one spoke; only their heavy, frightening panting could be heard.