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

Pan Zhang's face was flushed, his neck veins bulged, and he gasped for air, unable to move forward or backward. Blood rushed to his head, and he was filled with resentment and shame.

The atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly became tense, and a murderous aura filled the air, making the Jiangdong soldiers almost jump out of their skin in fear.

Qi Ye glanced at the NPC and knew his adrenaline was surging.

The Martial Saint, clad in a green battle robe, was enveloped in a vibrant green aura, brimming with vitality. His Red Hare galloped across the battlefield, his longsword flashing with a blood-red sheen that seemed to flow like water.

"The Lord has arrived! It's the Lord! The Lord's attack is swift as lightning, sweeping away all enemies on all sides. This battle is won!"

"A hero who can fight a thousand men single-handedly. When will I be able to follow Guan Yu into battle? Even if I die, I would be content to be buried in the green hills."

The Han army, gazing intently at the invincible aura of the Martial Saint, felt a surge of pride and passion. Most of them were surrendered soldiers, labeled as "cowards who fear death." Their defeat in this encounter was partly due to their fear of death.

The most hateful thing about those who are afraid of death is that their hearts are controlled, making them unable to move an inch, which becomes their lifelong weakness, and they are always at risk of betraying their cause. Because they are afraid of death and dare not fight for their lives, they are easily abused and manipulated by the enemy.

The will to survive is human nature. But those who face death without fear are ultimately a minority.

Some are born into chaotic times of war, where human life is cheap and the world is numb. In such times, there are more fugitives, who suffer extreme mental anguish and see death as a release.

As long as someone charges ahead, the code of the most basic Han Chinese will be triggered, vowing to pursue a grand finale.

For example, "The Azure Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise; the year is Jiazi, great fortune will come to the world!"

Fear is a biological instinct, courage is a human hymn. Eagles soar through the sky, whales dominate the seas; how can one distinguish dragons from earthworms without trying?

"Follow our lord, charge into battle!!" The horn bearer raised his cornet and looked up at the sky, its mournful cry echoing through the heavens.

The infantry swarmed in from all sides, transforming into a vast, dark torrent, their footsteps thunderous, like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting, sweeping away everything in their path. With overwhelming force, they devoured everything in their path.

Qi Ye was astonished and blurted out, "It's hard to imagine how Luo Guanzhong could write such a magnificent and chaotic world after only playing a few rounds of Three Kingdoms Kill."

The chaotic world that the Martial Saint personally experienced was more like the martial arts world. That year, when he left Jie County, one step he took was like a thousand miles of exhilarating wind.

Three sticks of incense burn in the peach garden, vowing to live and die together. From now on, the spring breeze of ten miles is not as good as you, and all the rivers and mountains are brothers.

He slew Hua Xiong while the wine was still warm; his head was already severed. When injustice is seen on the road, one should draw one's sword; why bother with words?

The land was in turmoil, Red Hare trod towards the mountains and rivers, Green Dragon Crescent Blade cleaved through the nine heavens. Passing five passes and slaying six generals, riding alone for a thousand miles, all for that one vow made in the Peach Garden years ago.

Looking back suddenly, in the bright light, I hold a copy of the Spring and Autumn Annals, which illuminates my loyal heart.

Qi Ye said with great interest, "The name Yun Chang itself carries a touch of chivalry, resounding through the heavens. With his long beard and beautiful stubble, he would brandish his Green Dragon Crescent Blade in front of him, and with Red Hare letting out a long neigh, the enemy would be terrified."

"That spirit, it's just like me!"

The Martial Saint swept across with overwhelming force, his aura surging forth, causing the bandits to retreat in panic. Every move he made naturally pressed forward, forcing the Jiangdong rats to tumble and crawl backward, retreating again and again.

Pan Zhang did not shout "retreat," but quietly turned his horse around and fled into the crowd. He knew how terrifying the Martial Saint was, and that he was no match for him in a direct confrontation.

"How did he end up here? Wasn't he supposed to be attacking Zhu Ran's camp? Zhu Ran is always cautious, and his camp has elite troops. How could he possibly not be able to hold out?"

"I've fallen for their trap!"

"Guan Yu feigned an attack on Zhu Ran's camp, but his real intention was to force me into battle, then lay an ambush along the way. I hate it so much! How could he not have assessed the situation clearly? Zhu Ran tricked me!!"

Qi Ye surveyed the battlefield, his eyes fixed on Pan Zhang's position from beginning to end. The moment he moved, the Martial Saint followed. Red Hare galloped swiftly, like lightning, catching up with Pan Zhang in mere moments.

A good warhorse is truly a general's second life. If Pan Zhang had a good horse, even a Dou Di level expert wouldn't be able to catch up with him, let alone a Martial Saint.

Red Hare panted, its breath exhaling a white, jade-like gasp. Its energy was vigorous, its body like a furnace.

The Martial Saint rode steadily, wielding his long sword, and suddenly rose up. Man and horse combined their momentum to form a powerful force that resonated and whistled through the air.

Pan Zhang's muscles bulged, manifesting in his arms, as he raised his battle sword to block. The two generals' swords clashed for the first time, their sharp edges meeting. Pan Zhang's weapon snapped in two, while the Martial Saint's longsword curled inward.

Qi Ye sighed softly, "After all, it's not a crescent blade; it hasn't reached the pinnacle of craftsmanship in this ancient world. Current weapons don't even have the features a game should have. When will they ever introduce a forging sub-profession?"

Pan Zhang roared like thunder, his arm bones shattering as a tremendous force surged through his shoulder armor, unstoppable. His body snapped and he suddenly let out a sharp cry, a dense mist of blood appearing between his flesh and internal organs, before finally spitting out a jet of blood into the sky.

He clutched the large gold lock around his neck, muttering, "I've saved money for half my life, and I still haven't spent it all..."

The Martial Saint spurred his horse forward with great might, and struck with his sword. In an instant, the sky darkened, the sun and moon were obscured, mountains and rivers trembled, and all color and light vanished.

Pan Zhang had no way to avoid it, and his head fell to the ground with a thud.

The Jiangdong rats grew increasingly panicked, their hearts screaming "Run, you idiot!" They mustered every last ounce of strength and fled for their lives. Behind them lay immense terror, as if facing a natural disaster brimming with boundless power.

Guan Yinping raised her fist and raised her arm, her black hair flowing, her eyes bright and spirited: "Is the gap between me and my father really that big?"

She and Pan Zhang were evenly matched, with her only slightly losing ground, but the gap between her and her elder brother wasn't particularly large. She had originally thought that after this period of training, she would be able to exchange blows with her father, but now it seemed she was too naive.

The terrifying power that could unleash natural disasters is simply unimaginable without witnessing it firsthand.

Her father was constantly fighting on the battlefield, and they rarely had time together. But she secretly practiced martial arts diligently, vowing to become as loyal and brave as her father. One day, she too could stand before the world and display her divine prowess.

To restore the Han Dynasty—what a great and glorious cause!

"Your Majesty is mighty! Your Majesty is mighty!" A thousand words are summed up in one sentence of reverence.

The Han soldiers pounded their weapons, shields, and armor, shouting hysterically, offering their fanaticism and worship.

The soldier spent his entire life searching for the power of faith, and now that faith has come to life, it's truly thrilling to be so close to it.

"Oh God, how could I have been so foolish as to make an enemy of Guan Yu?"

"Following Guan Yu, I am confident that I can break through the poverty of a family with my bare hands."

"No wonder my mother gave birth to me and made me suffer so much; it was all so that I could meet Guan Yu."

Courage and confidence are the most nourishing qualities, and this was directly manifested at this moment. The complexion of the Han soldiers changed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Jiangdong youths, too exhausted to escape, wore long faces: "This is boring, I'm not playing anymore. I want to play neck tug-of-war."