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

Looking at the fully healed Martial Saint, Qi Ye's obsessive-compulsive disorder was instantly cured. He experimented all night and confirmed one thing: dead NPCs would not respawn.

If no one cleans up the corpses by the roadside, they will remain and cause trouble for horses.

"Games that are too realistic aren't necessarily a good thing."

Qi Ye yawned, looking slightly tired after sitting in front of the computer for two hours straight. A day in the game is roughly equivalent to 2-3 hours in real life, and the time can be adjusted using a time simulator.

He stretched his muscles and bones, preparing for the final battle.

The crisp sound of horses' hooves came through the earphones, and Liao Hua galloped up anxiously. He had stayed up all night, his eyes were bloodshot, and although he was exhausted, he still maintained a determined attitude of following to the death.

"Your Excellency has harassed the bandits for a whole night, keeping them from having any peace. They will certainly be unable to fight for the next two days, so it would be better for them to go back and rest for now."

"Now the people of Maicheng are in a state of panic, and our lord has not returned for a long time. Some people are spreading rumors that our lord died on the battlefield. It was your subordinates and General Guan Ping who blocked the news and prevented the people in the city from knowing."

"My initial suspicion is that there are spies from the rebel army secretly causing trouble within the city, but this still needs further investigation."

The Martial Saint did not reply. A beam of azure light slashed down, ending the life of a severely wounded warhorse. Every movement he made was powerful and vigorous, showing no signs of fatigue, and his entire being exuded a cold and aloof aura.

"I'll handle the spies. Your task now is to bring the horse meat back for the brothers to eat, and don't interfere with my fighting!"

"Just kidding, the early stages of the game are the crucial time for leveling up, how could I possibly stop?" Qi Ye was certain that if he were playing an online game, he would already be far behind in experience.

The most important thing is to obtain the scriptures; while obtaining the scriptures, one must not be swayed by external things.

Liao Hua was stunned for a long time, not knowing what to say. He was filled with worry and a little speechless. After a while, he came to his senses, clasped his hands, and said, "Yes, sir."

Qi Ye glanced at the mini-map and saw that the red dots were all moving in one direction. It seemed that Wu Jun's morale was completely broken and they were preparing to retreat.

"Damn it, I don't have time to mobilize my troops. How can these cowards have such poor mental fortitude?"

As the number one player of "Gods of the Three Kingdoms", one should ignore all justice, rules, and popularity, and continue to level up and fight monsters to the end to maximize benefits.

"I was too busy gaining experience points and forgot to take your dog's life, Han Dang!"

The Martial Saint held the Green Dragon Crescent Blade in one hand and flicked the reins in the other, his movements fluid and graceful. As the sound of hooves rose, his aura became unstoppable.

"They're here!" Wu Jun, following the plan, pulled the tripwire on the official road.

Qi Ye rotated the mouse to change the view, slightly shifting the direction, and skillfully avoided the obstacle.

He slightly raised his Green Dragon Crescent Blade to the side and gently slashed at the back of Wu Bing's head. The seemingly casual strike caused the whites of Wu Bing's brain to splatter.

He continued his charge forward on horseback, and with a loud "boom," the shield-bearer was sent flying more than ten steps, his defenses completely breached.

Wu Jun was utterly astonished, his eyes wide as he stared at the god-like figure: "This... how is this possible!"

They'd risked their lives to test it; the shield-bearers could withstand a single, powerful attack from Guan Yu. Now they can't even stop one. Is this still a nearly sixty-year-old man? He's stopped acting altogether!

Han Zong stayed behind to cover the retreat. Seeing the scene before him, he shuddered: "After a night of fierce fighting, his blood and energy are still so vigorous? What kind of monster has my old man provoked?!"

Qi Ye maneuvered his mount, shifting direction repeatedly. Ambush troops surged forth, unleashing stray arrows that whizzed past the horse's mane. Qi Ye's Green Dragon Crescent Blade parted the enemy lines, and his steed charged towards Han Zong.

Instantly shouts arose from all sides, and a group of men surrounded them, brandishing halberds and spears.

The Martial Saint wielded his blade, breaking through the formation and sweeping away thousands of troops. His horse slipped, barely avoiding the grazing halberd, and headed straight for Han Zong.

Qi Ye's horsemanship practice became increasingly refined, and his grasp of direction was superb, as if he were playing "Gods of the Three Kingdoms" for the first time.

"Such rapid progress! I have a feeling that Your Excellency is adapting..." Guan Yu's mind was slightly shaken.

Han Zong turned his horse around and fled without the slightest hesitation. He was so frightened that his bladder felt bloated.

"Guan Yu, cease your arrogance! Don't you admire individual martial prowess? Today, I'll show you what true bravery of the Jiangdong men is!"

Han Dang ordered the central army to draw their bowstrings, while the vanguard sharpened their swords and halberds, arrayed their spears in triple formations, and were supported by powerful crossbows and thick shields. Light cavalry on the left and right flanks spread out like geese, shouting "Make a name for yourself here!" to rouse the soldiers' spirits, and in an instant, the battle atmosphere became as thick as clouds.

Guan Yu was always arrogant and conceited, and Han Dang had long anticipated his pursuit. He cleverly laid an ambush, luring Guan Yu into battle. Passively taking the hits was not the style of a renowned general of Jiangnan; he would always take the initiative!

Seeing the enemy troops in position, Qi Ye calmly adjusted his direction and attempted a flank breakout, arrows and crossbow bolts raining down. Suddenly, a tripwire shot up from the ground, and Red Hare leaped through the air mid-gallop, landing and shattering the flying stones, carrying the Martial Saint as it slashed towards the flank.

Ordinary warhorses would suffer hoof contusions, entrapments, or punctures from stepping on loose stones, and in severe cases, lameness or hoof fractures. Yet Red Hare was completely unharmed and continued running.

Qi Ye knew that a direct assault on the Martial Saint was not a problem, but it would be easy to lose Red Hare. He wasn't sure if Red Hare could be resurrected, so caution was paramount.

The Martial Saint charged recklessly, clearing a path, and instantly killed any fool who tried to block his way with a single strike. His most powerful and devastating blow slashed at the enemy wall, spraying through the air with a thick mixture of blood from several people.

Man and horse united as one, like a dragon emerging from the sea, directly attacking Han Dang under the banner of the commander, and were invincible.

Han Dang took a deep breath, his mind filled with turmoil. With his soldiers risking their lives to hold him back, he had ample time to escape, and even Guan Yu on Red Hare couldn't catch up.

However, this retreat would bring him immense responsibility for the defeat, like the fall of Mount Tai. He led three thousand elite vanguard troops, yet they were no match for Guan Yu's few hundred remaining soldiers. He would be unable to establish himself in Jiangdong afterward, and his descendants would never be able to hold their heads high.

He gripped the hilt of his sword with a ferocious grin, glanced at his son out of the corner of his eye before quickly straightening his grip, and roared with a do-or-die spirit, "Guan Yu, let this old man test your mettle!"

He yanked the reins hard, and the horse's hooves thundered. The fierce wind whistled past his ears. Han Dang's morale and fighting spirit grew stronger, and he reclaimed the glory of having once followed General Po Lu.

"Hmm? They didn't escape?" Qi Ye manipulated the direction, precisely controlling the distance, and clicked the left mouse button.

Normal attack!

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade swiftly cleaved Han Dang, shattering both man and horse, which crashed to the ground with a deafening roar, sending frost and snow flying everywhere.

"die!!"

With his body half-dead, Han Dang threw his battle sword two steps before falling beneath the hooves of Red Hare. Overwhelmed by immense pain, he uttered a weak "Escape!" before dying, blood gushing from his wounds.

A chill ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head, and the Wu soldiers around him felt a deep shock, forgetting to breathe. When they came to their senses, they took off running for their lives.

Dead legs, run!!

Warm fluid gushed from Han Zong's horse's belly, connecting the air to the vast snowfield. His bladder felt empty, and he spurred his horse, turning and fleeing without looking back.

"Father, wasn't your lifelong wish to die on the battlefield? Now that your wish has come true, rest in peace and bless your son to escape danger. With my current strength, I could never be a match for Guan Yu in this lifetime, and there is certainly no hope of avenging you."

"Father, please rest assured, I will inherit your title, your retainers, and your fief. I will live a long and healthy life, develop new talents, and bring glory to our family. I will survive until the day Guan Yu dies!!"

The defeated soldiers abandoned their armor and dragged their weapons, fleeing in disarray like a collapsing building.

"Kill that old thief Guan Yu and avenge our patriarch!" An old soldier from the Han family drew his sword and charged forward, leading more than thirty of his personal guards in a howling roar.

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade slanted, severing a scarlet head. The Martial Saint wielded his blade with sweeping, powerful strikes, reaping a bountiful harvest of experience. The piercing screams of agony formed a grand and majestic lament, a dirge for a chaotic world!

Qi Ye cleaned up the battlefield, attempted to pursue and killed two deserters, but failed to count the number of enemies killed, and returned disappointed.

After this battle, he finally felt relieved. The Martial Saint leveled up to level four, but the soldiers didn't level up automatically.

In some games, after grinding and finally reaching the top level, you find yourself surrounded by powerful opponents, turning you into a stuck player again.