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

In the northern camp, Han soldiers rushed to put out the fire. Loud shouts, urging, and curses filled the air. There was order amidst the chaos, yet it was also maddeningly frustrating.

The battle just now reminded Qi Ye of when he was a kid and secretly played Dynasty Warriors on his dad's computer. Zhao Yun in it was so cool, with his white horse and silver spear, so dashing and heroic. Now, watching it again...

Zhao Yun is just a puppy.

Lu Bu, what a stupid dog.

It has to be Guan Yu, who sees everyone else as a true hero.

Although this was Qi Ye's first time playing this game, which had a stealth function, he could imagine a group of players who, regardless of their weapons, would treat it like berserkers during the official release.

Mindless basic attacks, one against a thousand. All those smooth, magical skill combinations, exquisite dodging, parrying, and anti-tank techniques are just embellishments to make one a one-man army.

"The action in this game is actually quite accessible, so even those with poor hand-eye coordination don't need to worry. The story mode is also quite enjoyable. Given the game's characteristics, the difficulty will likely be set in the script. If you want to play smoothly and skillfully, you'll definitely need to practice a lot."

Qi Ye realized that since logging in, he hadn't had time to explore the game's scenarios. The living conditions in Maicheng were simply too harsh; he still needed to restore logistics. Relying on robbing to survive left him with virtually no time to explore new game features.

He's here to experience the game, not to build a bloated army and have himself constantly running around. Freely exploring the world is just as important as explicitly progressing through the main storyline.

"Perhaps the game's original intention was to let players experience a completely new ancient world. The combat system is secondary. After all, the game is so realistic; the game characters all have their own personalities and lives."

"As a gamer, I have to admit one thing: many games waste hardware resources on some inexplicable things."

Looking at the incredibly high-definition scene before him, Qi Ye didn't know whether to be happy or helpless. The corpses scattered all over the ground were so clear, and their expressions were even more varied.

The Martial Saint reached his blood-stained hands into the corpse's baggage.

The soldiers held their breath, staring intently, afraid of missing even the slightest detail. What could it be that Guan Yu cared so much about?

The Martial Saint withdrew his palm, opened it, and three crudely made Wuzhu coins appeared on his palm. He examined them with a fascination.

The Han soldier's pupils suddenly contracted, his breathing froze for a moment, and his lips parted slightly but he could not utter a sound.

The entire timeline seems to have been paused.

"I'm so poor, so incredibly poor. I really want to sell my Gundam and resell it on a second-hand marketplace. Throughout this game, I don't think I've ever had to worry about money. I've delegated the looting to my followers, and my character's funds haven't increased at all."

"Most importantly, items don't just drop automatically and be picked up and added to your inventory. You have to find them yourself, which is realistic but frustrating and detracts from the overall experience. The in-game currency increases with the number of enemies you kill, but its specific function still needs further development."

"It seems that, in the end, it's because I'm leveling up too slowly. Lately, I've been spending all my energy helping NPCs survive."

Qi Ye longs to visit big cities, or perhaps a secluded paradise with a strong rural atmosphere, or the desolate northern deserts with their battles and intrigues. He dreams of renting a pleasure boat, listening to the long-lost soft Wu dialect, and cruising on Taihu Lake.

"General, the fire is under control. The soldiers are reinforcing the camp and clearing supplies," Guan Ping reported loudly as he rode up.

"Hmm," the Martial Saint replied calmly.

Enemy reinforcements could arrive at any moment, making the repair of the camp gates essential. Zhu Ran's construction of an impregnable camp only benefited the Han army.

After thinking it over, Qi Ye decided to appoint Guan Ping as the commander-in-chief and Yu Jin as the deputy commander-in-chief, with a total of three thousand men stationed in the northern camp to protect the main road leading to Shangyong for the Han army.

Maicheng is a small city and cannot accommodate so many soldiers. Camping outside the city also makes it easier to gather firewood. If Maicheng cannot be held, retreating is also simple.

It is essential to establish a firm foothold in Beiying.

"Report! Lü Meng's reinforcements are attacking from the southeast, about four or five li away. Pan Zhang's reinforcements are invading from the west, about two li away. General Guan Yinping is currently leading his troops in a fierce battle against Pan Zhang." The scout rode up on horseback.

Now Qi Ye has three reliable options in front of him.

The first method involves stealthily crouching throughout, embodying the principle of "I'll admit defeat if you can see me," and providing warmth to the enemy from behind. This is also known as the "Old Six's Happy Method."

The second approach is to disregard everything, grab a knife, and charge in, unleashing a simple Musou attack. It's all about the thrill and letting the enemy know what cruelty truly means.

The third type is someone who originally wanted to be an elegant assassin, but slipped and was discovered, leading to an extremely embarrassing situation. In a fit of rage, they shouted, "I'm not pretending anymore!" and then rushed forward to kill all the witnesses.

"Let's take it one step at a time. Pan Zhang is isolated. Let's take him out first," Qi Ye decided.

The God of War summoned his horse, and the sound of hooves grew louder as he approached.

Red Hare's mane fluttered like fire, its entire body gleaming. It suddenly galloped forward, its front hooves leaping into the air, letting out a long, imposing neigh.

The Martial Saint grasped the reins with one hand and placed the saddle on the other, his feet touching the stirrups. He rose with the momentum and sat upright on the low-bridged saddle: "Tan Zhi, hold the position."

Guan Ping, full of vigor, replied, "Yes, sir."

Red Hare unleashed its full power, galloping several miles in an instant. The Martial Saint heard the deafening sounds of battle ahead, the clash of swords, and looked up to see the two armies locked in fierce combat, soldiers entangled in a chaotic melee.

On the snowy plain, Pan Zhang roared and howled, "You little thief, are you tired of living?"

Those who heard it were terrified, their souls trembling as if about to leave their bodies. Soldiers all fled far away, avoiding this perilous place.

Guan Yinping fought Pan Zhang alone, retreating as she fought, her fighting spirit soaring, the clanging of weapons echoing, and the brilliance of treasures obscuring the sun.

Pan Zhang raised his head and roared angrily, unleashing a surge of silver waves with a single slash. With a loud "bang," the impact caused Guan Yinping's arm injury to flare up again, and her vision as a rider wavered.

"Not enough, you're not good enough, not at all!" Pan Zhang chuckled, feeling exhilarated after a long time. He was now completely absorbed in the battle.

The feeling of maximizing one's experience and consistently crushing evenly matched opponents is truly captivating. It's like a mouse entering a rice jar—absolutely irresistible.

"Is this the end?" Guan Yinping's phoenix eyes were slightly closed, her divine power restrained, coldly observing the storm in all directions, ready to retreat at any moment.

Suddenly, a rider came into view in the distance, his green robe fluttering in the wind, his magnificent beard billowing in the breeze. The sound of his hooves was rapid, his momentum like a rainbow piercing the sun, his ambition reaching for the heavens.

"Pan Zhang, you worthless piece of trash, do you even deserve to dance?"

The Red Hare was an unparalleled steed, its body as if forged from a waterfall of blood, its trunk powerful and its aura imposing. Its red mane shone brightly, dazzling the eye.

The Martial Saint's muscles were bulging and knotted, containing boundless explosive power. His eyes were as cold as frost, as if an ancient god had descended to earth.

Man and horse were of one mind, perfectly integrated, and with a long neigh, they pierced straight into the enemy ranks.

In an instant, the warhorses of Jiangdong trembled, the soldiers fell silent, all bowing their heads and trembling, not daring to move an inch.

Qi Ye couldn't help but sigh, the main reason why this game was so enjoyable was that the soldier models were very well made and exquisite, and the armor and other things were quite high-quality.

There are a lot of characters on screen at the same time, so it's very relaxing to shoot down the densely packed minions. Unlike older games where the minion models were blurry and flying around wasn't as satisfying.