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

"It really is Guan Yu! We'll capture him alive and present him to the Emperor—what a great achievement! I want fertile land, beautiful maids, and military rank!"

"Foolish! Even the patriarch, a master of martial arts, was killed by that traitor Guan. What right do we have to talk about capturing him alive? Kill him now!"

"Attack together! Even if Lu Bu were to regenerate, he could still be chopped into mincemeat."

The Jiangdong soldiers roared and charged towards the Martial Saint, forming a vast, continuous line. The mournful sound of ox horns echoed long and deep throughout the camp.

Han Zong narrowed his eyes and said fiercely, "Guan, you forced me to this. If you hadn't interrogated me about the Grand Commander's plans, I might have spared your life. Now, only one of us can live!"

Qi Ye felt at ease, for after the storm, the moon would shine through. As a Souls-based player, why should he avoid the limelight?

With a clang, the Martial Saint drew his sword and turned around, his aura suddenly changing.

Han Zong's personal guards immediately realized something was wrong, and couldn't help but shudder, tightly protecting Han Zong in front of them.

They're all good-for-nothings who hang out with Korean variety shows; they have no fighting ability, but they're masters at reading people.

The Martial Saint Sword Technique was unleashed with solemnity and weight; the sword hummed, and lightning flashed as it sliced ​​through a man's face. Another swift strike pierced the chest of a thief. He had become a god of death, possessing an inviolable aura of authority.

Qi Ye discovered that the enemies were closing in all at once, making it difficult to maneuver his sword effectively. The Martial Saint was unarmored, putting him at a significant disadvantage defensively. Currently, there are no sword techniques in the game that offer 360-degree defense.

The Martial Saint moved nimbly and slipped into the military tent.

"Go! Take down that traitor Guan!" Han Zong roared hysterically, his arm trembling. Without Red Hare, without armor, without the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, a martial saint is nothing.

Swordsmen and shieldmen rushed into the military tent, only to be met head-on by swords, their piercing screams rising in intensity.

The Martial Saint snatched a shield and charged forward with all his might, sending seven or eight people flying and crashing into the crowd.

Wu Qi spurred his horse, brandished his spear, and charged forward, shouting, "Guan Yu, you traitor, surrender now to avoid death!"

The Martial Saint's phoenix eyes flashed with a fierce light, and his voice was domineering and forceful: "You cowardly rats, why don't you cherish your lives?!"

At this shout, Wu Jun's warhorse reared up in fright. The riders gripped the reins tightly, cursing as they tried to control their horses.

Since the gameplay encourages using what's available, Qi Ye didn't need to be polite and took advantage of the situation to get started.

The Martial Saint's arm muscles bulged as he hurled the iron shield, which spun wildly and struck the Wu soldiers, causing them to scream in agony.

"You beast, hold on!" The moment the horse's hooves thundered down, a green cloak unfurled and fell across the riders, obscuring their vision.

The Martial Saint bowed deeply, lifted his horse's leg, and shook the cavalryman off.

The heavy warhorse was swung around violently and slammed into the wall of men. The overwhelming force repelled enemies from all directions.

The Wu army behind them stared intently at Guan Yu, who resembled a god, and fell into a deathly silence.

Han Zong was utterly shocked. The will to survive jolted him awake, and he roared at the top of his lungs, "Fire!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—a barrage of arrows hurtled through the air, their metallic tips whistling as they rubbed against the surface.

The Martial Saint spun his warhorse like a bear, using the last bit of strength in his waist to fling it towards Han Zong. The warhorse's massive body leaped through the air, its dark form casting a shadow over everyone's hearts.

The dense arrows struck the warhorse, causing no pain or itch.

Han Zong's pupils contracted sharply. He turned his horse around to leave, only to find soldiers blocking his way, which delayed him for a moment or two.

The heavy carcass of the warhorse crashed down, and Han Zong, along with his mount, plummeted into the crowd, his internal organs crushed and blood spurting from his mouth.

All the soldiers couldn't help but shrink their pupils, a chill running down their spines.

The Martial Saint strolled over to the cloak he had taken off, picked it up, and put it on, exuding an aura of majesty.

The Wu soldiers around them all took two steps back without saying a word.

The Martial Saint, sword in hand, twirls the sword with a flourish, turns his back to the wall, draws the sword, flicks it outwards and inwards, and returns it to its upright position, displaying unparalleled majesty.

The intense pain made it hard for Han Zong to breathe. He pleaded hoarsely, "Save me, save me, I can..."

"Shut up!" The Martial Saint walked toward the fallen warhorse, his sword flashing like a rainbow.

Korean drama, betrayal, death.

The Martial Saint swept his clear gaze across the area, and the bandits scattered in a flash. He stood still, as immovable as Mount Tai.

Qi Ye breathed a long sigh of relief; it was truly a battle with a slim chance of survival. What should have been an Assassin's Creed game had turned into a berserker's Creed. If he had wasted the Martial Saint's life, or if Han Zong had escaped, he would have been utterly disgraced.

He once played a famous game and failed to complete it three times. He could apply to wear a "weakling hat" to reduce the difficulty, which was known as the most embarrassing game easter egg from the official source.

After using the "weakling hat," even if the enemy spots you, they'll pretend they didn't see you. Some NPCs will even burst into laughter and directly guide you through the level.

At that time, Qi Ye swore that even if he cut off his hand or smashed his computer, he would never wear this hat.

Having a save file is one thing; using a save file is another.

The Martial Saint quickly cleaned up the battlefield, took away six warhorses, each laden with sacks of grain. He returned to the grove, where he acquired two more horses, returning fully loaded.

He arrived at the city of Maicheng alone, riding eight horses, exuding an indescribable sense of solemn oppression. Before the sound of hooves even reached them, his aura of bloodlust surged onto the city walls.

"Open the city gates," the Martial Saint said in an unquestionable tone.

Guan Ping suddenly poked his head out, his expression excited: "It's Father! Open the city gates quickly!"

The gates of Maicheng slowly opened, and a group of guards nimbly ran out, leading the restless warhorses into the city.

Guan Ping pursed his lips, and after a long while, he finally mustered the courage to ask, "What were you doing in the middle of the night, Father?"

The Martial Saint replied calmly, "Hunting."

Guan Ping's expression was solemn as he took a deep breath:

"Father, didn't you always teach me not to act rashly? We are outnumbered and outgunned at Maicheng. If we rashly leave the city, we will easily encounter the enemy army."

"Now, the four thousand soldiers and civilians in the city are working together to protect my father. If anything happens to him, Maicheng will not be able to be defended."

"Your son begs you, Father, to be prudent."

The Martial Saint stopped and looked at Guan Ping, and the atmosphere suddenly froze.

Yi Ji cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards the Martial Saint:

"My lord, please don't blame Tanzhi. After hearing that you went out last night, he was very restless and insisted on going out to look for you. I had to persuade him to stay. Now that you've returned, I can finally relax."

The Martial Saint said calmly, "Is that so?"

Guan Ping blushed and looked away: "I'm just worried about the overall situation in Maicheng. Maicheng cannot be lost."

Yi Ji said solemnly, "As a son, what is there to hide in worrying about one's father? My lord, please don't ask anymore; I'm just being stubborn."

Guan Ping waved his hand stiffly: "Sir, let's talk about business."

The Martial Saint adopted a serious expression: "You are in charge of everything within the city; don't concern yourself with my affairs. Focus on strengthening the city's defenses; the Wu army will launch a general offensive in two or three days."

Guan Ping's mind was sharp, and his expression was more solemn than ever before. From all directions, a sudden storm arose.