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

Ling Tong was a veteran general of Jiangdong. He went on expeditions with his father when he was young and was deeply trusted by the Marquis of Wu.

During the Battle of Miankou, he led his troops onto boats, earning him great fame in Jiangxia. Later, the Wu army of 100,000 men at Xiaoyaojin fled in disarray, abandoning their armor and weapons.

Ling Tong risked his life to save his lord and became a model of Jiangdong clan power through his outstanding military achievements.

In the Battle of Xiaoyaojin, Ling Tong's personal guards fought to the death to cover the rear, and even after all of them died, they did not retreat, demonstrating extremely high loyalty and fighting power.

Such an invincible warrior was easily killed by the Martial Saint. His retrained personal guards displayed the same loyalty and bravery.

Even without their commander, they can still fight to the death.

Despite being so powerful and domineering, he failed to defeat the Martial Saint and was instead swept away like weeds.

Among the men of Jiangdong, who doesn't feel fear? Taking a step back is a sign of respect for the strong. Keeping to retreat is a sign of respect for one's own life. Faced with life and death, military orders seem insignificant, and their binding force disintegrates.

The Martial Saint continued his attack, his body surging with powerful qi and blood, his crescent blade sweeping forward with incredible force. In an instant, the bandits were sent flying, their blood splattering everywhere.

There were no enemies ahead; they were all annihilated.

"The mere mention of Guan's name terrifies every coward in Jiangdong. Why don't you step forward and let Guan kill you all to your heart's content?"

Qi Ye looked at the broken Green Dragon Crescent Blade and felt a pang of sadness.

Epic weapons are the core of a character's combat power transformation, providing unique martial arts and high stats, and are key to clearing difficult levels and defeating enemy generals.

In some hack-and-slash games, weapons can greatly increase attack speed and range, and the unique combat skills attached can turn the tide of battle and crush thousands of enemies.

How did it become a weakness in "Gods and Women"?

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade is too fragile and doesn't deserve the title of Martial Saint.

Feng Lingyueying: I didn't care when you insulted me before, but what do you have to call me now?

"The first day of missing Feng Lingyueying," Qi Ye murmured softly.

"Sound the drums! Anyone who doesn't fight to the death will be punished according to military law!" Zhou Tai's pair of imposing eyes shone brightly, transforming into two golden lamps as he surveyed the battlefield. "Beat the drums—"

dong dong!dong dong!

The tiger warriors surged forward from below the vehicle, fearless and setting an example for the sons of Jiangdong.

"You rats, did you think this was your turn?"

With a fierce swing of the crescent blade, he unleashed astonishing force, lifting the three corpses into the air and smashing through the crowd.

The Martial Saint cleaved through the waves, cutting through a small formation of hundreds, his roar like thunder. He thrust his blade again, piercing the enemy's chest before pulling it out, splattering red and green blood everywhere.

The warriors below the chariot changed formation and quickly moved away from the Martial Saint. A hail of arrows rained down from above, heading straight for the center.

Zhou Tai keenly realized that only arrows could easily injure the Martial Saint. He equipped himself with a large number of crossbows and bows, and focused his attacks on the Martial Saint.

shhhhhh!

The Martial Saint parried with his whirling blade, deflecting countless stray arrows, and a soft thud echoed from his body. Crimson light surged from his wounded chest, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

"Damn it, if Wu's army switches to mounted archers to slowly wear down the enemy, the Martial Saint might not be able to withstand it." Qi Ye became wary.

Using his powerful legs, the Martial Saint charged straight into the ranks and the crowd.

As they were marching, shouts suddenly arose in their ears. A rider took the lead, brandishing his sword and leaping out, glaring and roaring, leading hundreds of men to block their path:

"Guan Yu, have you killed enough? Take this from Gan Xingba!"

The Martial Saint strode forward, fixed his gaze on the opposing cavalry general, and swung his sword with a mighty motion.

No sooner said than done, Gan Ning sidestepped and parried with his sword, the two weapons clanging together and sparks flying.

His sword flew swiftly from his hand, just as rehearsed, without a direct confrontation. The brocade bell rope whistled out from his waist, striking horizontally with the force of thunder, hitting the Martial Saint's helmet squarely.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the Martial Saint trembled violently, swaying twice.

Qi Ye glanced at his health bar; he had lost a large chunk of health. Combined with the previous arrow wound, the Martial Saint's health bar had dropped to half.

What kind of attack is this? It doesn't give you any chance to defend yourself!

Gan Ning, with his striking talent and innate ferocity, declared: "You mortal, how dare you challenge me! If you are injured, I can kill you. What martial saint are you? In my eyes, you're nothing but a lump of rotten flesh!"

"Majestic!" The warriors below the chariot felt their blood boil, and for the first time, they showed such respect to a general from Jiangdong.

The emperor once commented, "Cao Cao has Zhang Liao, and I have Xing Ba; we are equals." The raid on the camp by a hundred cavalrymen was no empty boast.

The Martial Saint possessed a composed and dignified demeanor, becoming increasingly extraordinary when serious. His phoenix eyes flashed with a fierce light as they opened and closed, and every gesture exuded a chilling majesty.

"Come on, all of you, don't let Guan underestimate you!"

A fierce fighting spirit soared to the heavens, sweeping across the sky. A player's rage spilled blood across the land, draping Jiangdong in mourning.

Once the bandits' health bars are revealed, they're no longer human; they're just throwing away tons of experience points.

Ding Feng spurred his horse forward, aiming his precious bow: "Guan, you forced me to this! Do you think I'm a coward who clings to life?"

Following Ling Tong, Gan Ning, and Zhou Tai's moves, Ding Fengsong drew his bow and fired the first arrow.

The Martial Saint blocked with his sword, and with a clang, the metal arrowheads clashed, and the arrow fell limply to his feet.

Zhu Huan and Xu Sheng's eyes lit up, and they followed suit, each leading their elite cavalry to launch a fierce attack from the left and right.

Zhu Huan nocked an arrow and shouted, "Your Excellency is valiant; dare you test my arrow?"

Xu Sheng followed closely, his bow fully drawn, and several riders fired simultaneously. In an instant, arrows flew like locusts, heading straight for Guan Yu.

Upon hearing the twang of the bowstring, the Martial Saint rushed towards the crowd and struck the helmet plume with an arrow, making a resounding clang.

Ding Feng hissed, "Keep firing! Don't worry about anyone!"

A swarm of archers buzzed around the Martial Saint like flies. Arrows were raining down from all directions.

"No, this won't do." Qi Ye realized that something was wrong.

Everyone knows Guo Jing, right? He knew the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, yet he still died in battle.

No matter how skilled you are, your strength will eventually run out, and your weapons will dull. In the vast sea of ​​people, you'll be like an ant.

We still have to put sugar on it.

Qi Ye glanced around and saw Gan Ning circling the area, presumably waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Countless arrows pierced through the air, striking the Martial Saint in the back with a series of thuds. The Martial Saint staggered and collapsed onto the battlefield, unable to move.

The Martial Saint pulled a meat bun from his robes and swallowed it whole, his eyes gazing at the world with an arrogant and fierce look. He seemed to be on the verge of death, as if his life force had run out.

The prospect of unparalleled military exploits was laid bare before the sons of Jiangdong. Severing Guan Yu's head would bring wealth, status, position, and honor with ease. Feeling invincible, they surged forward, eager to claim victory.

"Get out of here!"

Gan Ning suddenly spurred his horse forward, and the brocade bell rope, which was over several feet long and glowed with a faint light, shot out with a clanging sound, whipping two nameless soldiers who were trying to steal credit to death.

The Brocade Bell Rope flashed with a ghostly light once more, roaring and tearing through the sky, piercing straight through the Martial Saint's broken armor.

The Martial Saint groaned and fell to the ground, continuing to lean on his crescent blade, trying to straighten up.

Qi Ye remained calm and watched helplessly as the health bar continued to drop, refraining from making a move.

Even those clad in full armor were severely injured by the heavy blow from the brocade bell rope. Gan Ning resolutely dismounted, brandishing his sword and glaring arrogantly, forcing back the timid soldiers around him.

The Jiangdong youths, fearing his fierce power, dared not approach, watching helplessly as their great achievement slipped away right before their eyes, filled with intense resentment.

Gan Ning dragged his ring-pommel sword, his face full of ferocity: "Guan Yu, I respect you as a hero, and I'll see you off on your final journey."

Before they could get close, the crescent blades clashed and clashed, aimed straight at Gan Ning's neck.

The young men of Jiangdong were all terrified, as if they had witnessed a terrifying scene of creation.

A flash of blood, and with a "poof," a head flew up and rolled into the snow.

The head was contorted in a ferocious grimace; the eyes were wide open. It was Gan Ning.