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

Yi Ji lifted his heavy eyelids and watched as the dark figures in the formation dispersed, clearing a large area. His heart pounded wildly, and indescribable thoughts surged within him.

Amidst widespread chaos, a lone rider entered Yicheng, quelled the rebellion of the Jingzhou clan, and swiftly gained control of eight prefectures through a combination of benevolence and severity.

He established schools and promoted education, cared for the people and nurtured scholars, bringing peace and prosperity to the region and winning the hearts of the people. He was truly a hero.

Yi Ji regarded him as a wise ruler and resolutely went to serve him.

After careful observation, it was found that Liu Jingzhou was suspicious by nature, fond of empty talk but lacking in action, and old in age, focused on self-preservation and without any ambition to go out into the world.

Despite his disillusionment, Yi Ji continued to serve his former master. However, as he read the tales of heroes and valiant figures in history books, he always felt something was missing from his heart.

Spirit, yes, the spirit of a scholar.

Later, another imperial clansman was defeated and fled to Xinye, where he implemented benevolent policies, recruited talented individuals, and accumulated strength.

At a banquet, the Imperial Uncle covered his face with his sleeve, tears streaming down his face:

"I used to be inseparable from my horse, and the flesh on my thighs was all wasted away. Now I no longer ride, and the flesh on my thighs has grown back. Time flies by, old age is approaching, and I have not accomplished anything. Sorrow wells up within me, and I cannot control myself."

Yi Ji felt great admiration for Guan Yu and became acquainted with him during their turbulent times. Later, he followed Guan Yu south. As a former official, he was transferred to assist Guan Yu in guarding Jingzhou, serving as a civil official under a military commander.

He was extremely curious about this domineering man. What kind of power could make someone abandon the wealth and glory of the Central Plains and the rewards of being enfeoffed by the King of Wei, travel thousands of miles in a day, and return to his former master's side? Was it truly a promise kept in the Peach Garden?

Yi Ji did not believe that anyone could break free from the pages of history and emerge majestically into the present world.

Even today, some dare to come alone to this meeting, braving a vast army, entrusting their lives to it, solely to fulfill their promise. Such courage and integrity are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Guan Yu, who kept his promise, cannot be understood by common sense; he is terrifying, almost like a myth.

"My lord, I am sorry. Once during a military meeting, you were busy combing your long beard and were not paying attention. I muttered a few complaints to myself."

"I also told Guoshan and Wenhou that I was most afraid of playing chess with you. If I won by luck, your face would turn pale and you wouldn't even be red. If I lost, you would say something like, 'Let me have three more moves.' Your sportsmanship is really bad."

"I was afraid you'd overturn the chessboard and smash someone, so I deliberately lost a few rounds. Looking back now, I'm still secretly glad I was clever. My lord, I'm not human, I'm a beast, I don't deserve your saving..."

Yi Ji burst into tears and lost his voice, then took several deep breaths to force himself to calm down, and hysterically shouted, "My lord, run!!!"

His voice, tinged with a broken pitifulness and a death wish, was incredibly penetrating. The timid Jiangdong youths, upon hearing it, erupted in a mocking sneer:

"The advantage is on our side, there's nothing to be afraid of. Let's all attack together and chop Guan Yu into mincemeat."

"We outnumber each other, and we're at the dinner table. It's more interesting to savor the enemy's fear slowly."

"—Old fool, I'm afraid it's not that delicious."

Qi Ye waited and waited, but the general from Eastern Wu still showed no sign of appearing. Since that was the case, he decided to upgrade his rank as a sign of respect.

"You coward, do you dare to fight me!" The Martial Saint showed no fear and leaped forward, his surging blood energy flowing through his limbs and bones like a true dragon, his power overwhelming all directions.

Weapons clashed, the wind howled incessantly, and bandits were constantly sent flying, some even having their heads sent flying into the sky.

The Martial Saint single-handedly rode against numerous enemies, forcing a group of people to retreat step by step.

The Jiangdong youths, wielding long swords and with their eyes wide with rage, charged forward.

The next instant, the ring-pommel sword swept horizontally, striking the iron shields squarely and sending three or four shield soldiers flying wildly, crashing heavily into the wooden pillars of the tent.

With a terrifying explosion, the wooden pillar cracked, and half of the tall tent collapsed, crashing to the ground.

If someone were to observe closely, they could see a horrifying wound on the shieldbearer's breastplate, a cut that pierced his chest, with blood gushing out.

The armored soldiers who were the first to be hit were instantly cut in two; even their armor could not defend against it!

Everyone who was scanned by the Martial Saint shivered, feeling as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

The martial saint, who keeps his promise, is terrifyingly powerful.

"Go! If you manage to seize one of Guan Yu's legs, you will be rewarded with a hundred acres of fertile land, appointed a general, and ennobled as a marquis!"

"The front ranks retreat, and beheading them is a military achievement!"

The Jiangdong youths were in uproar. If they dared to back down, their comrades might suddenly stab them in the back. Who could withstand that?

Since death is inevitable either way, I might as well savor the taste of being appointed a general and granted a title.

"The tiger guards under the vehicle are really doing a great job supervising the battle." Qi Ye decided to take the operation seriously.

The Martial Saint exuded a powerful aura, his green robe billowing and swirling behind him. His eyes shone brightly, radiating a dangerous light, and every gesture he made was imposing.

"What a coward!"

Arrows rained down like locusts, raining down in dense, overwhelming force. The Martial Saint raised a corpse to shield himself.

A sudden downpour tapped against the window, the muffled thuds of rain piercing flesh echoing intermittently, along with the sharp clang of metal striking armor. Several rats were accidentally wounded and fell dead.

A surging mass of figures swept across the field. Not far away, beneath the high platform, a Jiangdong youth had mistakenly stepped into a deep pit and was impaled by a sharp stake, instantly perishing.

"A trap? Is this how you use it? Who is your teacher? How did he teach you to dig such a standard trap?" Qi Ye's eyes were contemptuous. There were bound to be one or two idiots among the thieves.

The Martial Saint dodged the streak of light flying diagonally, and charged into the surging crowd with his horizontal blade. The weapons clashed with a deafening roar, shaking the heavens and the earth. The soldiers of Jiangdong were all shaken by the immense force, their bodies flying wildly backward.

"The consumption and replenishment of habits are quite balanced. Players are indeed born to kill." Qi Ye gradually became familiar with the rhythm of killing, maintaining his habits at around 60-70% for unforeseen circumstances.

The thief's face was contorted with rage, resentment, fear, and fierce determination; these images were vividly portrayed.

With a mighty roar, the Martial Saint unleashed a flash of sword light, slashing towards the enemy's face, sending blood and flesh flying. His battle blade trembled, channeling his inner energy, creating a swirling, overlapping gale that enveloped his opponent, while his cloak shone with a cyan glow.

Several deafening cries rang out, and the enemy formation shook, collapsed, and flew backward, with dozens of people losing limbs and being torn apart.

The large lights on the high platform not far away suddenly shone brightly, and streaks of blood could be seen rising into the sky.

"In the face of absolute benevolence and truth, who dares not temporarily yield to the sharp edge?" Qi Ye's breathing was steady.

The cowards of Jiangdong looked at each other in terror, their faces pale with shock. Some trembled and prostrated themselves on the ground. Truly, the wrath of Heaven was unassailable, chilling to the bone.

His green robes fluttered as the Martial Saint, his magnificent beard billowing, charged into battle. His domineering gaze was so fierce that none dared look him in the eye. His blood surged, and he unleashed a powerful slash that split the earth and shook the heavens and earth.

The halberds and spears blocking the way snapped and broke, and countless arms were severed and torn away, spurting blood that was terrifying to behold.

"What kind of supernatural power is this?!" The rats of Jiangdong were terrified.

The Martial Saint's face was cold and stern. He tiptoed to the right, transforming into a stray arrow, and swiftly moved into the enemy ranks. His body suddenly spun, moving as fast as a whirlwind, and he plunged into the archers' hands, unleashing a massacre.

A burst of blade light erupted, followed by a dazzling display of blood!

The resounding roars of dragons pierced through the enemy ranks, sending snowflakes flying as archers from Jiangdong fell one after another to the ground.

Standing on the high platform, with the widest view, Yi Ji immediately noticed something amiss. None of the rats of Jiangdong could stop Guan Yu.

"That felt good, that felt good, it was worth dying for."

Something's not right.

Yi Ji pondered for a moment, then froze:

"I think I might still be alive!"

My lord, save me! Please come and save me! I don't want to die!

Yi Ji roared inwardly, sweat beading on his forehead from tension. He wanted to scream, but he didn't want to let his personal desires affect the course of the battle.