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

Qi Ye searched Maicheng but found no missions. It was broad daylight, so there was no way to secretly level up. After weighing his options, he decided to head to the training grounds to improve his weapon proficiency.

The Martial Saint grabbed a lance, clenched his flanks, and charged forward with lightning speed.

After a few breaths, the heavy lance, held between its limbs, began to sway, the sway becoming increasingly pronounced.

Qi Ye's first trial was a disaster. He didn't time or rhythm well and rushed in only to miss, which was quite embarrassing.

"Guan Yu's Crescent Blade has greatly improved visibility and handling, doubling the enjoyment of riding and doubling the margin for error. Riding the long pole and slashing is currently the best option."

After charging with a lance, you'll be in a vulnerable state, making you easy to attack. It's safer to just poke manually.

Well, the long-handled slashing weapon is a bit overpowered, while the crescent blade is the favored child.

The lance is more fun to play, but if the character's weapon proficiency is low, and the novice player is prone to missing their target.

Maintaining a steady riding rifle requires a great deal of patience and training.

"Even if this path is successful, it won't have much significance for the overall battle." Qi Ye changed his approach and switched to horse archery training.

The Martial Saint, his face resolute, drew his bow to its fullest extent. With a powerful twang, the arrow flew like a thunderbolt, striking the bullseye.

Handsome.

A crescent-shaped blade, a bow, and two large quivers of arrows—that's the ultimate romance for a player.

Qi Ye trained listlessly for a while, but then lost interest.

"Report!"

A loud shout rang out, and the messenger rode closer: "The Wu army has set up palisades, barricades, and deer antlers outside the city, intending to besiege Maicheng."

Good target.

Without a word, the Martial Saint rode his horse to the city gate and shouted, "Open!"

The garrison acted swiftly, opening the city gates with a clatter. Everyone crowded onto the city wall, gazing into the distance, and a bloodline called "Battle" awakened within them.

Red Hare galloped across the city, suddenly emerging from within. The Martial Saint was more focused than ever before, nocking an arrow, drawing the bowstring taut, and the arrow flew like a meteor falling to the ground.

what--

A long, mournful scream rang out, and the arrow's force sent an incredibly strong Jiangdong soldier flying three steps.

"Such incredible arm strength! That's Guan Yu!"

Their eyes were filled with panic, more fearful than when facing a thousand troops.

The Martial Saint's cold gaze swept over the bandits, his face devoid of any pity.

He nocked an arrow and shot it from all directions, and every arrow struck its target and fell to the ground.

"Run!" Wu Bing led the conscripted laborers and scattered in a panic, a chill running down his spine.

The God of War patrolled the city, and wherever he went, the Wu soldiers scattered, until he ran into an envoy.

The supply wagons, one after another, were a magnificent sight.

Knowing that it was Zhuge Jin, Wu Sheng decided to give him face and drew his bow, making a feigned tug on the string.

"Sir, save me!" shouted a Wu army captain, thinking that the arrow had been released and he collapsed to his knees in front of the carriage.

Zhuge Jin hurriedly lifted the carriage curtain, stepped out, and demanded, "What does Guan Yu mean by this?"

The Martial Saint said calmly, "Last night I was reading the 'Strategies of the Warring States' and heard about the feint that shot down a wild goose. I wish to try it myself."

Zhuge Jin asked in a deep voice, "What brings you the image of a wild goose falling from the sky?"

The Martial Saint glanced forward and said, "With your buttocks turned back, a wild goose descends upon the sandy plain."

Zhuge Jin's face was rosy; sometimes being too clear-headed isn't a good thing.

"I brought prisoners and provisions as promised. Is this how Guan Yu welcomes his distinguished guests?"

The Martial Saint looked down at him and said, "Thank you for your hard work, sir."

From the carriage emerged another general. Dressed in a green robe and black armor, her figure was strikingly elegant. One hand rested on her sword, her almond-shaped eyes revealing both the heroic spirit of a daughter of a military family and the innocent purity of a young girl.

"It's so good that Father is alright. I've been worried sick every night since I heard about the fierce fighting."

Qi Ye was slightly shaken and looked closely at the character; the modeling was simply too exquisite.

Since fleeing to Maicheng, all the NPCs I've encountered have been covered in dust and dirt, and the whole screen has a gloomy tone.

When the female general appears, her eyes sparkle with life, it's hard not to be captivated.

He clicked on the female general with his mouse, and a simple identity information popped up.

Guan Yinping, resolute in her death, declared: "My capture has ultimately disappointed my father-in-law. Maicheng is the tombstone I've chosen for myself. What is life worth, for the daughters of the Guan family!"

Qi Ye's heart skipped a beat, and when he looked at Guan Yinping again, his eyes underwent a subtle change.

Save it quietly.

Guan Yinping gazed at her father's cold face with her beautiful eyes, biting her lip as she tasted blood.

The Martial Saint's voice was cold and clear: "Go back to the city and find your elder brother. Allow me to entertain our distinguished guest before we meet again."

Guan Yinping beamed with joy and clasped her hands in greeting, saying, "As you command."

More than a dozen servants, laborers, women and children came out together, all ready to follow Guan Yinping into the city.

They were dressed cleanly and neatly, their clothes made of brand-new fine linen.

Qi Ye sneered inwardly. They had already gone this far in releasing prisoners, yet Eastern Wu was still playing mind games.

The entry of these people into the city together will surely cause a great uproar. The Eastern Wu's gesture of kindness and righteousness towards the prisoners and the families of the Han soldiers is nothing more than an attempt to undermine the morale of the army within the city.

The cowardly deserters had long since scattered, leaving only Guan Yu's loyal followers. They entrusted their lives to him without complaint.

Players have no idea what fear is! Rumors and conspiracies are just tricks of the weak!

The Martial Saint set up a table on the city wall, brewed a pot of tea, and watched intently as supply wagons transported grain into the city.

After the formalities and tea, Zhuge Jin glanced at him and said, "The Grand Commander has ordered me to deliver ten thousand shi of grain. I wonder if Lord Guan dares to accept it?"

Qi Ye was overjoyed; what a stroke of good luck! He had just made a casual wish, and it actually came true.

The Martial Saint stood tall and imposing, as unmoved as a mountain: "What is there to be afraid of!"

Zhuge Jin waved his sleeve lightly and bowed, saying, "I have come here today on the orders of the Grand Commander to advise the General that those who understand the times are the heroes."

The Martial Saint stroked his magnificent beard, exuding arrogance over the assembled heroes: "I am but a warrior from Jieliang, treated as a brother by my lord. How could I betray him and defect to the enemy? If the city falls, death is my only fate!"

Zhuge Jin, his face filled with shame and indignation, retorted, "General, a hero of your generation, are you going to break your promise?"

The Martial Saint stood tall and composed: "Sir, you have quite the forgetfulness. What I said was to open the gates of Maicheng and respectfully welcome Lü Meng. When did I ever mention surrendering! To die defending the country is my duty; I would gladly face ten thousand deaths. What is there to fear!"

Zhuge Jin recalled carefully, then looked at Guan Yu in disbelief, a feeling hard to describe welling up inside him. They were wrong; they had started off thinking in the wrong direction.

Opening the city gates and sacrificing oneself for the country is a noble act in one's later years.

The Martial Saint looked down at him arrogantly: "Zhuge Ziyu, if you don't believe me, feel free to take away the nine thousand shi of grain. You can do it anytime. I, Guan, am an upright man and will never go back on my word!"

To be honest, Zhuge Jin felt uncertain and empty inside. He tried to fill the void, but he couldn't see through the person in front of him at all.

The most frightening thing is the unknown hostility. With their cards hidden and their intentions unclear, every step could lead to a pre-set trap. This uncertainty can undermine strategy and amplify risks.

It's like they're playing around with or toying with Eastern Wu. Where do they get their arrogance and confidence?

Zhuge Jin bowed deeply: "I will truthfully report Guan Yu's ambition to the Grand Commander."

The grain initially belonged to Eastern Wu, and it will ultimately belong to Eastern Wu as well.

The predetermined siege date will not be changed by anything.

Below the city walls, Wang Fu, his robes fluttering, shouted like a bell: "Hurry up, hurry up, empty all of Eastern Wu's grain! Don't you know how to be a thief?"

A thousand laborers and soldiers, shirtless and supporting their waists, carried sacks with brisk steps.

It's better to be a thief than a commoner.