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

Fu Shiren ordered that women, children, the elderly, and the weak be brought forward:

"Your sons are all inside the city. If you want your descendants to live in peace and make a fortune that can be passed down for three generations, you should quickly persuade them to come out and surrender."

He arranged for several accomplices to submit, shouting and wailing loudly.

"My son, you're suffering in Maicheng, while your mother waits at home, weeping every day as she looks north. If anything happens to you, who will support our family?"

"Can we stop fighting? The Jiangdong troops have the city completely surrounded. If we keep fighting, we won't even get a bowl of cold porridge. Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about your parents."

"The reinforcements were intercepted at Yiling and can't come. Erdan, you've always listened to your father, listen to him this time too. Open the city gates and come home with me..."

The crowd below the city walls was in uproar, a deafening clamor. Some of the common people had no grand sense of right and wrong, only the desire for family reunion. They were willing to become pawns, hoping to gain some small advantage in the process.

As Hu Zong listened, he felt increasingly oppressed: "Fu Shiren, his methods are truly dirty. No wonder he said he was confident of taking Maicheng within an hour."

When Lü Meng captured Jiangling, he consistently adopted a policy of appeasement, treating prisoners of war and the families of Jingzhou soldiers well, aiming to weaken the will to resist Guan Yu's army and expand his political influence.

He advocated against killing or mistreating prisoners, refraining from confiscating private property, providing medical treatment to the wounded, and releasing or repatriating them when conditions permitted, while also assisting the families of Jingzhou soldiers.

Even now, the families of Jingzhou soldiers stationed in Jiangling still receive government relief grain.

In order to maintain military discipline, Lü Meng did not hesitate to sacrifice the lives of his fellow villagers to save the flag.

This tactic proved highly effective; it had been incredibly successful in capturing the three prefectures of Jingnan. Even in a war where allies were betrayed, the fact that Fu Shiren and Mi Fang were able to surrender willingly was undoubtedly influenced by this appeasement policy.

Following this strategy, Lü Meng would have had a high probability of conquering the entire Jingzhou region, and Jiangdong's takeover of Jingzhou would have been much easier. Unfortunately, he encountered the swift and agile Guan Yu.

Fu Shiren used the families of Jingzhou soldiers as leverage, directly overturning Lü Meng's consistent strategy of winning hearts and minds.

Xu Xiang sneered, showing not a trace of embarrassment or shame: "Taking Maicheng makes it all worthwhile."

Most of the Jiangdong youths held this view: if they could subdue the enemy without fighting, Fu Shiren would be a great hero of Jiangdong.

On the city wall, Wang Fu stared wide-eyed, a storm raging in his heart: "These traitors are too despicable, what can we do?"

The Martial Saint slightly raised his chin, exuding arrogance: "Bring me my Crescent Blade."

Qi Ye was perfectly clear-headed; when faced with a dilemma, he could consult Wushuang. Once Wushuang was ready, he would follow his own heart.

The Martial Saint took the crescent blade handed to him by Zhou Cang and lifted his eyelids slightly:

"Fu Shiren, if you release the prisoners, I'll dismantle the gates of Maicheng. What do you say?"

Fu Shiren, carrying everyone's expectations, proudly pursed his lips, ready to agree.

Unexpectedly, Ding Feng jumped forward, almost shouting, "No! Guan Yu once opened the gates of Maicheng and single-handedly defeated a thousand men!"

Fu Shiren, his face expressionless, blurted out, "Guan Yu, I almost fell for your trick!"

The Martial Saint glanced at Ding Feng, whose face was filled with fear, and the latter scurried back into the ranks.

He raised an eyebrow: "Didn't you want Maicheng? Release the hostages, and I'll lead my army to withdraw from Maicheng, how about that?"

Fu Shiren sneered, "Guan Yu, you have no right to bargain. The advantage is mine now. Bound yourself and leave the city, and I'll beg the Emperor to spare your life!"

The Martial Saint lost his patience, his eyes turning cold: "Even a stray dog ​​on the roadside dares to bark and howl. Let Sun Quan come out."

Ding Feng broke out in a cold sweat, clenching his teeth and remaining silent.

Qi Ye's retreat was meant to appease the soldiers inside the city and maintain morale. These traitors are really pushing their luck; they're asking for trouble.

The atmosphere suddenly became very heavy, and Fu Shiren did not dare to make any rash moves. He glanced at Liao's mother:

"Go and say a few words to Guan Yu; he'll surely recognize you."

Liao's mother was extremely thin, with prominent veins on her head, making her look terrifying.

"You betrayed the Han dynasty, rebelled against your ruler, slaughtered the provincial general, and bullied women and children. You are a disgrace to the entire province! You are a scoundrel whom heaven and earth cannot tolerate. Why don't you die sooner? What face do you have to face the world!"

"If I, an old woman, don't kill you, I'm afraid of being blamed by my descendants, and my children and grandchildren will suffer shame! How could I possibly comply with your wishes and persuade Guan Yu to surrender!"

Fu Shiren's face darkened as he gripped his riding crop and grinned maliciously, "Old dog, aren't you afraid of death?"

Liao's mother, her hair in a slightly disheveled bun, laughed heartily and said, "Who can escape death? To die for one's country is an act of loyalty and righteousness."

Fu Shiren was furious at the contemptuous attitude: "Aren't you afraid of dying on the battlefield, leaving your son Liao Hua with the lifelong stigma of being unfilial?"

Liao's mother openly expressed her disdain, rolling her eyes on the spot: "Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have been difficult to reconcile, with loyalty taking precedence. A person as disloyal, unfilial, unkind, and unjust as you—I'm afraid even the lid of my coffin won't be able to hold you back!"

Fu Shiren's teeth chattered, and he cried out, "Hang this shameful old thief up!"

Liao's mother showed no fear. Even after being hung from the bamboo pole, she continued to curse. Holding a tile, she cut the hemp rope and fell to her death.

Fu Shiren mumbled twice, only daring to stare at Liao's mother in shock.

The women and children around them were sobbing, their eyes filled with tears, all terrified.

Ding Feng's lips trembled, his eyes filled with terror: "It's over, everything's over, what can we rely on now?"

Fu Shiren roared angrily, "Shut up, all of you!"

The women and children froze on the spot, unable to utter a sound, their faces deathly pale. Compared to Liao's mother's integrity, they were nothing but a pile of dog shit, having come to the battlefield to make a disgrace.

Qi Ye looked up and was filled with awe:

"Although Liao's mother knew she was going to die, she was still willing to die, even if it meant dying ten thousand times over. Thinking of our great and glorious land, for thousands of years, when has it ever truly submitted to others? Whether in court or out of office, whether scholar, farmer, artisan or merchant, we can yield but not back down; we have humility but not subservience."

Everyone must die.

No matter how many years pass in history, it is inevitable. People don't just die when they get old; they can die at any time.

Qi Ye had long understood this principle: choosing a loyal and righteous way to die, and winning honor for future generations, was absolutely worthwhile.

The insignificance of the individual and the grandeur of history suddenly collide, and the Martial Saint's body gradually aligns with the broader existence.

"Open the city gates!!"

Zhou Cang spoke with a stern voice: "My lord, let's have a good fight together."

The Martial Saint declared domineeringly, "I will charge into the enemy ranks; you are responsible for rescuing people."

Zhou Cang's warlike heart pounded, and he clasped his hands in a resounding fist salute: "Yes, sir!"

Guan Yinping stood tall and proud, her graceful figure breathtaking: "I will certainly not fail in my mission."

Qi Ye gradually realized that the game's command system was not perfect. He could only give commands verbally, which was extremely inefficient.

"Fortunately, the AI ​​is intelligent enough to fight on its own. It's a pity that I, an excellent commander, can only charge into battle."

The gates of Maicheng swung open with a clang, and a fiery red figure took the lead, dashing out like lightning, unable to stop its momentum.

The Martial Saint leaped down from the ten-foot-high city wall, landing steadily on his horse, his heroic spirit soaring to the heavens. Death or life, let's fight to the death!