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

"Young and old in Maicheng, listen up—if one family is in trouble, let the neighbors take the lead, let the neighbors lend a hand, let's help each other, let's all get together!"

As soon as the call to action sounded, everyone, young and old, set off for the host's house.

"My lord..." Wang Fu hesitated, as if he had something very important to say. Any unnecessary gathering could potentially trigger unpredictable turmoil.

The Martial Saint remained calm and composed: "Let's go take a look."

The group went out together and arrived at a house, where they all stood frozen in place. Their scalps tingled, and they turned away without a second thought.

Qi Ye looked around again and again, a sense of familiarity welling up inside him. These two fences, and the canopy above them, were all things he had personally built and constructed.

That old man was a really good NPC; he even helped recruit soldiers. His status in the city was similar to that of the village chief and clan elders, which explains why so many neighbors gathered there.

Every household is draped in white mourning clothes, and every family is filled with grief; this is a description of Maicheng.

When Maicheng was in peril, the old man once again went door to door, urging the people to defend the city. He set an example by falling on the city wall.

San'er removed her jewelry and tied her hair with hemp. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she climbed onto the roof to perform a "soul-summoning" ritual, calling out the name of the deceased in hopes of their return.

"Grandpa! Slow down! Your granddaughter is calling out to you: go towards the light, go uphill, and come back to see me!"

The surrounding people were filled with grief. The one who died in battle was not a stranger, but a close neighbor with whom they had lived for generations, an ancestor who had watched them grow up.

It was our ancestor who had just warmly responded to their greetings not long ago!

The old man was a man of great military merit and prestige. Whenever there were petty disputes among his neighbors, he would resolve them with a few words. His departure was sudden, yet expected by everyone.

The neighbors stood in the yard, offering their help and solutions as needed, assisting the homeowner in making arrangements and hosting the guests.

The old man has no male heirs left; we can't let him go and be humiliated.

More people spread the word, and soon neighbors from even further away came over. There were at least two hundred people in the small courtyard.

Eighty percent of the people shared the same surname. Some came on foot, while others hurried over with lanterns and incense to prepare for the night watch.

Qi Ye finally understood why Liu Biao could never eradicate the clan bandits in Jingzhou; they were simply relatives united by a common thread. They shared wealth and hardship.

People living in modern cities are like living in pigeon coops, lacking a lot of human touch. In the countryside, if a family runs out of chili peppers, scallions, or garlic while cooking, the neighbors will simply give them a big bunch.

Neighbors in high-rise buildings don't know each other, but every time they return to their hometown for the Spring Festival, they can recognize whose child this is. The closer people are to the land, the more they feel a deep and gentle connection to it.

The Martial Saint tucked his robes into his belt and bowed deeply. He silently observed everything, his expression complex.

Following the instructions of the clan elders, mournful music played, the filial sons led the way, and the older generation took turns carrying the coffin, shouting loud chants as they moved the funerary materials and cleared the path.

Without much human intervention, everyone tacitly fulfilled their roles. Together, they helped send the elderly person off on their final journey.

Qi Ye yawned, the novelty of the funeral gradually fading. He drowsily saved his game and prepared to log off; he simply couldn't stay awake any longer.

"The characters in this game can freely develop their power, and the AI ​​is highly intelligent. Since the developers dared to promote it, it must have something special about it. If all else fails, providing an offline assistant so that players can gain experience through idle time would be a good idea."

Qi Ye officially logged off and selected "spectator" mode. He was very curious about what kind of life the game characters would have and how they would overcome dangers.

Is it like the course of history, preparing for a breakthrough?

"AI Martial Saint" paused for a moment, as if coming back to his senses, then suddenly picked up a large broom and slowly began sweeping the snow. The soldiers all followed suit, tidying up the courtyard neatly.

"The independent character development is indeed a forward-thinking idea. I anticipated a million possibilities, but I never expected the AI ​​to shovel snow first. How should I put it? It gives off a human touch."

"But you're an AI, so humane, is that appropriate?"

Qi Ye couldn't help but recall the soul-stirring sense of killing he felt when he first played the game. The expressions of the enemies on their deathbeds were so realistic. Jiang Qin's ferocious head still left an indelible impression on him.

The game is so realistic, the emotions are so real, it doesn't match the players' indifference at all.

Players only care about one thing: whether the NPC has a health bar and whether they can be attacked.

Players of "Gods of the Three Kingdoms" take on the role of a higher-dimensional life form.

"The more realistic the characters are, the stronger the motivation to restore the Han Dynasty will be; emotional feedback is really important."

Qi Ye thought of Brother White and Sun Shiwan, and his body was filled with energy, like he had been injected with chicken blood; he was no longer sleepy at all.

His only worry now is whether the meat buns he painstakingly made will be wasted for no reason.

Characters consuming resources and randomly using skills will drive players crazy!

Archives that correct past mistakes become extremely important.

"AI shouldn't be that stupid. If the developers do this, they'll ruin the game's reputation."

Qi Ye finished the game, turned off the computer, and felt a sudden emptiness in his heart, and suddenly he wasn't so sleepy anymore.

He lay on his side on the bed, his mind blank. He naturally pulled out his phone, opened a short video app, and glanced at his friend's update.

It immediately catches the eye.

Imperial Uncle: "With Lord Guan above, today the three of us brothers are sworn brothers. From now on, I will share blessings and hardships with you."

The familiar Peach Garden, the familiar Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei, who swore brotherhood with Guan Yu.

Qi Ye's expression was strange, yet he also felt it was just a normal performance. Without any special skills, there's no audience.

Zhang Fei, clad in pink armor, spoke in a childlike voice: "Big brother, second brother, don't let my current appearance fool you. With my round face and thick beard, I'll still be a handsome man once we enter Sichuan."

Imperial Uncle: "..."

Qi Ye: "..." This is what fame is all about. There are records of Zhang Fei being a handsome man, and I heard he was also a great calligrapher. The only calligraphy record he left behind seems to be Zhang Fei's inscription, which was completed after he entered Chengdu.

Zhang Fei tilted his head arrogantly: "Big brother, say something!"

Liu Bei: "Third brother, don't be so delicate."

Zhang Fei: "Can't a tough guy be a little coquettish? Zhang Fei is a concubine too!"

Orange performed as usual, feeding the phone with mushrooms. Qi Ye silently liked the post and then pushed it to his phone. Speaking of abstract talent, he admitted his inferiority. Orange gained followers through genuine ability.

Knock knock.

Orange's message box popped up with a message: Wild Child, what have you been busy with lately? Why haven't you updated any videos?

Qi Ye paused for a moment, then said, "I am here to restore the Han Dynasty—"

Orange: You didn't starve to death, did you?

Orange: Can I come along?

Qi Ye's expression changed: "Heh, don't say anything. I, Guan Yu, initiate team fights with meticulous attention to detail, and I die with meticulous attention to detail. These are all details; you can't learn them."

A big question mark above the orange's head: ?