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

"However many soldiers you have, Guan Yu will match their bravery. Let us fight to the death! If Guan Yu retreats even a step, he is no hero!"

The Martial Saint swung his blade, shaking the mountains, his crescent-shaped saber gleaming brilliantly, his momentum unstoppable. Enemies' flesh and blood exploded, leaving trails of gore.

In the distance, the rats of Jiangdong witnessed this scene, their fur stood on end, and they were terrified.

Truly supremely powerful, unmatched!

The Danyang soldiers suffered a crushing defeat and were filled with resentment. They shouted and roared in unison:

"kill--"

The crescent-shaped blade gleamed, suddenly unleashing a line of blood-red light, so intense and dazzling that no one dared to look directly at it. The faint sounds of dragon roars and serpent howls echoed in the air.

In an instant, the world seemed to have fallen into an ice cave. The attacking Danyang soldiers were wiped out one after another, their corpses strewn across the fields and rivers, and the earth frantically absorbed the flowing blood.

Qi Ye was deeply shocked. He truly lived up to his reputation as a one-man army. After a dreary day at work, a game like this would be incredibly satisfying for anyone.

Once the game is completed and the "Six Harmonies Divine Qi Gong" is obtained, the Martial Saint will be incredibly powerful.

Even now, these rats can still bark and howl wildly in front of the enemy.

They won't even have the guts to bark anymore.

Having witnessed the might of Heaven firsthand, Wu Shuo's fierce aura vanished, and he trembled uncontrollably.

"General, Guan Yu is too strong. If we continue to linger here, who knows what terrible things might happen? It would be better to retreat for now and reconsider our strategy."

"Listen to my advice, and I will never harm the general!"

All three hundred Danyang soldiers fell on the way of their charge. Reason told Sun Jiao that they should retreat; no one could stop Guan Yu.

However, the Jiangdong soldiers had already stormed the walls of Maicheng and were spreading inwards. With their commander retreating and the great banner lying fallen, all their efforts would be in vain.

Clap clap! Clap clap!

Sun Jiao was torn, struggling, and hesitant. In the end, he threw away the drumsticks and slapped himself four times, forcing himself to come to his senses. He was no longer a hot-blooded young man; it was time to make the right choice.

"Cover me, retreat! You all hold the banner; you must not let it fall!"

Wu Shuo was overjoyed; he had been eagerly awaiting the military order. With the commander-in-chief not retreating, his trusted confidants would not retreat. He tightly protected Sun Jiao, adopting a posture of vowing to protect her to the death. He was prepared to fight anyone who came.

No one can take away his hope of living, not even the Martial Saint.

"I, Guan, am here. Anyone who dares to make a move will be annihilated!"

Beneath the great banner, the cowardly Jiangdong trembled and cowered, none wanting to become sacrifices to the ferocious might. They quietly took a step back, then a step back in unison, and if that wasn't enough, another step back. The front row, trembling, raised their weapons at the Martial Saint, selectively displaying their power.

The main generals have all retreated; sending them up to fight for their lives is just asking for trouble.

Sun Jiao realized something was wrong and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Wu Shuo, you stay and command the Imperial Guard. Once the banner falls, the entire Imperial Guard will be beheaded without question!"

Every soldier in the guard battalion cried out in their hearts, "I have never seen such a shameless scoundrel!"

The man in the middle carrying the banner possessed unparalleled strength and was a valiant soldier. He was a soldier from Danyang and stared blankly at Sun Jiao.

How could such a righteous and loyal general completely abandon the Danyang soldiers and the Imperial Guard?

We promised to live and die together, to uphold our loyalty and obligations, but in the end it all turned into a scheme of exploitation?!

Faced with a life-or-death crisis, the rats finally showed their true colors.

The three hundred brothers died in vain, following such a scoundrel; their reputations were tarnished even in death.

The most bewildered was Wu Shuo, who had always been loyal. In the end, he became a sacrifice?

If I had known, I would have protected Sun Jiao and let him fend for himself.

"So what if I die? Huh, so what if I die?" The warrior carrying the banner, with his brute strength, couldn't stand the behavior of such a coward. Suddenly, he swung the banner horizontally, sending the banner, which was several meters high, hurtling through the air towards the Martial Saint.

As the banner passed by, dust billowed, rats and dogs barked, and fierce-looking men cursed their own people.

The Martial Saint did not dodge; his crescent-shaped blade gleamed brightly, its imposing aura terrifying, like a raging wave crashing against the shore. With a powerful, charged strike, he cleaved a giant tree in two beneath its endless sharpness.

A group of young men from Jiangdong were far away, their fear uncontrollable.

Sun Jiao was furious: "I feed you, I give you drink, what pressure do you have? You ruined my banner, how can you treat me like this?"

Shaking hands, headache, heart pain, auditory hallucinations, blurred vision—Sun Jiao became hysterical.

"What am I after? I'm so pathetic!"

The most terrifying thing on the battlefield is not stray arrows, but looking up to find nothing there.

The banner is the soul of the entire army. Once it falls, it's not as simple as the flag falling to the ground; it's the collapse of faith.

"Where is the main banner? Where is our army's main banner?"

The Jiangdong troops who followed were the first to discover the problem. They instantly lost their leader and their will wavered. The attacking force fell into disarray, and rumors spread like wildfire.

If no one immediately raises the flag to save the day, the orderly formation will disintegrate into a rout.

Sun Jiao had no time to retreat and led his men to re-erect the banner; it was an extremely urgent matter.

I'm so angry at how stupid my own people are!

The Martial Saint surged towards the crowd, his crescent blade gleaming. In an instant, blood and light intertwined, and the bandits were completely submerged.

"puff!"

The warrior carrying the banner charged forward with the broken pole, his arm severed by the crescent blade, blood splattering everywhere. He awoke from the pain and roared incessantly.

The Martial Saint slashed forward, and the man carrying the banner was splattered with blood. His domineering and unparalleled aura shook the ages.

The rats were terrified and dared not approach, their hands and feet restrained.

The Martial Saint, disregarding all else, unleashed his fury, sweeping across the land, limbs and severed bodies raining down. He roamed freely, surveying the world with disdain.

"You scoundrel, where do you think you're going? I'm asking you, where are you going!"

The crescent-shaped blade flashed with blood, aimed directly at Sun Jiao. A guard risked his life to stop him, the sharp blade piercing the man's heart, the blade penetrating through his body, blood gushing out like a fountain, and his corpse fell to the ground among the crowd.

Immediately, the Martial Saint charged forward, his flying kick shattering another man's ribs, then striking a shield with a cracking sound, breaking his arm. The thief groaned and flew backward, crashing into the crowd.

Sun Jiao was terrified and wanted to flee, so he hurriedly ran into the distance. His warhorse suddenly pounced, its hooves pawing the ground.

The guards, united in their hatred of the enemy, launched a joint attack, striving to cover the rear.

The Martial Saint continued his swift march without pause, his brief burst of speed surpassing that of an ordinary warhorse. His steps were light and airy, his momentum powerful and his posture graceful.

Sun Jiao glanced back and was so horrified that she spat out three mouthfuls of blood:

"Puff puff puff—, two legs can chase the wind and lightning, what are my four legs?!"

In an instant, the Martial Saint swiftly moved to the side, his crescent blade sweeping across the sky, cleaving through the heavens, and piercing straight into Sun Jiao's back.

"Heaven wants to destroy me, it has nothing to do with Guan Yu!" Sun Jiao breathed his last and fell from his horse, his waist twisted from the impact.

"How is this possible?" The Jiangdong youths were in an uproar, having witnessed everything firsthand, and gasped in shock.

The Martial Saint ascended to the azure sky, truly a celestial being.

The densely packed thieves looked at each other warily, none daring to approach. They had lost the will to resist, and trembled with fear from the depths of their souls.

Qi Ye put his hands behind his head and stretched, saying, "The game was supposed to be a one-man army, but it's so hard to kill even a few hundred people. It's really exhausting."

I wonder how things are inside the city.

Zhou Cang, sword drawn and blocking the door, stood firm despite being wounded multiple times: "Come on, all of you! You cowards, roll up here and play with Grandpa Zhou!"