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

He was bound and unable to move. He struggled fiercely, and his arms became red and swollen.

"My lord, you must leave quickly. I can't go any further, don't waste time. The platform is five or six zhang high, I can't get down. The fire is too big now, cough cough cough..."

Thick smoke billowed, filling the air and stinging the nose and mouth. Yi Ji felt extremely uncomfortable, a sense of suffocation washing over him.

"My life... is over!"

The Jiangdong rats were very well prepared; the ground was piled high with dry firewood, which burned fiercely, accompanied by the smell of fish oil fueling the fire.

A clattering sound rang out, and the wooden platform was about to collapse. Yi Ji, a refined scholar, had fallen from such a height; he would be severely crippled, if not killed. Incapacitated, he would have no chance of escaping from the Jiangdong camp.

The thought of his impending death filled Yi Ji with a sense of heroic pride:

"Fighting alongside you, my lord, we've killed so many of those Jiangdong rats; it's been worth it. On average, I might be worth a thousand men each, a thousand men each!"

"Tell me, how many heroes in the world truly deserve the title of 'one against a thousand'?"

The Martial Saint did not give up: "Uncle Ji, hold on, I will save you."

Qi Ye had worked so hard to gain so much experience, how could he possibly give it all away so easily? Preserving experience and completing quests were the players' guiding principles.

"The mortal body fears the might of Heaven most, and raging flames are also a form of Heaven's might. Without the Six Harmonies Divine Qi Technique, this is a dead end."

"It's quite remarkable that the guy in white could push players to this point. It's a pity Guan Yu can still continue his Musou attack!"

After practicing the Six Harmonies Divine Qi Gong, every ten points of Qi consumed will form a protective aura on the character's body, lasting for one breath.

Since the start of the battle, Qi Ye has maintained his habit value at around 60, just in case, and now it comes in handy.

The Martial Saint's eyes were calm and undisturbed. Beneath the still waters lay a raging power capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, waiting only for the right opportunity to unleash its fury.

Life and death are but fireworks on the other side of the river; their brilliance and their annihilation cannot stir even the slightest ripple in his eyes. His unconsciously tense figure is like a fully drawn bow.

The towering platform collapsed under the scorching flames, its imposing presence terrifying.

"The opportunity has come!" The Martial Saint rushed into the sea of ​​fire, his divine might overwhelming, unleashing a powerful burst of inner energy to protect his body.

After a few quick steps, he stood firmly on the ground below the platform, his feet planted firmly on the ground like an unshakeable rock, his strong arms embracing a large pillar supporting the high platform.

It held! The platform, weighing thousands of pounds, held!

"This... how is this possible?" Ding Feng was stunned, his eyes wide with disbelief. The high platform he had personally supervised the construction of must have weighed at least two or three thousand catties of wood.

If they said they'd hold on, then they really will. Are they reincarnations of Xiang Yu and Lü Bu?

Footsteps sounded, and the archers from Jiangdong rushed over, a swarm of crossbow bolts and arrows aimed at the high platform.

"Release the arrows!" Zhu Huan raised his arm forward, seizing the opportunity with keen insight.

With the bowstring drawn taut, the general waved the command flag, and in an instant, the bowstrings rang out like thunder, and ten thousand arrows soared into the sky.

The Martial Saint, embracing the giant pillar, was like a live target, with flames raging beneath his feet.

Qi Ye tried to jump, but remained motionless. How could he escape the inferno across such a formidable chasm?

Countless arrows rained down, covering the sky and the earth, but the Martial Saint remained unmoved, his aura suddenly surging. The thousands of arrows struck the barrier of energy, deflecting and bouncing away.

The fire suddenly swelled up, and waves of heat rolled across the surface.

"Time is running out, it seems we have no choice but to use our last resort." Qi Ye fixed his gaze on the enemy formation.

The Martial Saint picked up the large pillar, swung it around with perfect coordination between his waist and stance, and swung it around so hard that the wind howled across the high platform.

Zhu Huan stared in disbelief: "What are you trying to do? Have you gone mad?!"

The young men from Jiangdong were filled with fear, as if they had encountered a ghost in broad daylight, their faces turning deathly pale.

The Martial Saint wielded a giant windmill, creating a tornado that ignited flames. Man and weapon became one, transforming into a perfectly round wheel of fire and wind, cleaving the heavens and earth with raging flames.

Using the momentum of the swirl, he threw it with all his might.

Uncle Ji, here we come!

Yi Ji was dazzled and captivated: "..." Even reincarnation couldn't have happened this fast.

The entire platform was flung several meters away, casting a huge shadow, and when it landed, it shook the earth.

The archers from Jiangdong collapsed in disarray. The soldiers fled in panic, fearing to fall behind.

Yi Ji vomited violently, almost bringing up bile.

The Martial Saint leaped into the air with a somersault, then rose again, soaring upwards to cross the chasm and escape the flames completely.

A series of lightning-fast actions occurred in just a few breaths.

As soon as he landed, his feet touched the ground, and he suddenly exerted his strength like an arrow released from a bow, skimming several feet along the ground and arriving at the foot of the platform in an instant.

Following the established practice, with shoulders relaxed and elbows dropped, arms bulging as they embrace a corner of the platform, exhale and raise the towering platform high once more.

The Martial Saint held up the high platform with one hand, rotating it like a wheel, protecting his entire body and sweeping across the land, preventing any thieves from getting close. Truly, a war god descended to earth, unparalleled in the world!

"No one can touch my experience!" Qi Ye was determined to protect it.

He wasn't confident he could protect Yi Ji and help him escape. Civil officials were too fragile; they were easily injured or died unexpectedly. Furthermore, without warhorses, the escape would be even more difficult.

Keeping the Iranian citizen tied to the high platform is the best protection!

With a leap, the Martial Saint's figure shot several meters forward. While his speed couldn't match the galloping hooves of a spirited horse, it was far faster than an ordinary person running away.

Ding Feng stared intently at a tall mountain as it passed by: "How are we going to fight this battle? Are we even coming back for dinner?"

Zhu Huan shouted hoarsely, "Chase him! I don't believe he can escape back!"

When the order was given, very few soldiers responded. Even his personal guards froze, their minds completely blank.

What they saw was an invincible whirlwind!

Now that Guan Yu is carrying a high platform and looks almost like Xuanwu (the Black Tortoise), it's uncertain who will defeat whom if they chase after him. Only a fool would chase him, only a fool would chase him.

Beneath Lu Meng's calm gaze lay an endless glint of ferocity and resentment. He believed he was well-prepared, but he had encountered such an unpredictable opponent.

There's really no other way.

He informed the troops in advance that Guan Yu would arrive alone in stealth. As long as they followed the plan, failure was impossible.

The deployment of catapults was extremely risky. Even Lü Meng wasn't entirely confident, so he deployed as few as possible, hoping for the best.

When morale is beyond saving, his "destiny" performance will surely boost morale.

In the Chu-Han Contention, Heaven's will was in Chu, and the Mandate of Heaven was in Han. Now, Heaven's will is in Han, and the Mandate of Heaven is in Wu, giving Lü Meng a slight advantage.

Now all our plans have been ruined by the windmill.

Zhuge Jin's hand trembled as he held the pen; for a moment his mind went blank, and he didn't know how to write it down.

In the Battle of Kunyang, Liu Xiu led 3,000 daredevils to charge the enemy camp. Then, a meteor shower fell from the sky, revitalizing the Xin Mang army and helping them achieve a victory against overwhelming odds.

Zhuge Jin had always thought it was a myth, but now, as he reads historical records, they seem increasingly real, even frighteningly so.

The messenger spurred his horse forward, reporting loudly, "Reporting to the Grand Commander, General Lü Ba has been struck by an arrow from the enemy at Guanzhong and has perished!"

Lu Meng closed his eyes tightly, his heart bleeding. His own son was gone.

Zhuge Jin exclaimed in shock, "Grand Commander, how come your hair is all white?!"