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

The biting north wind howled mournfully, the sky was gloomy, and the oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe.

Sun Quan, dressed in a brocade robe, walked step by step surrounded by a majestic retinue.

His eyes were slightly red, his lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were filled with sorrow. His heavy footsteps drowned out the howling wind.

The body of the fierce general Zhou Tai lay still on the cart, his face lifelike.

Sun Quan was still reluctant to part with them. He gently stroked the chest of his beloved generals, and with tearful eyes looked at Zhu Ran and Xu Sheng, saying in a trembling voice:

"Youping followed me for more than 20 years, traversing the world, and has dozens of scars on his body."

"Here in Hefei, I was wounded by an arrow while protecting me; here in the chest, I was stabbed by a Yue bandit; here in the back, I was wounded by a stray arrow while saving me..."

"Every wound is a testament to loyalty and courage! Every scar is a testament to sincerity!"

Upon hearing these heartfelt words, which sounded like a familiar treasure, Zhu Ran burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. His shoulders trembled violently, and he nearly fainted.

Xu Sheng's face turned red, and he lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Zhou Tai's remains. He felt ashamed and wished he could fight Guan Yu to the death.

Sun Quan's cold, clear tears slid down his cheeks as he grinned:

"Youping, Youping, you've suffered so much and been wounded by me... May you have a safe journey. In your next life, may you never meet a lord like me again. Go find a peaceful and prosperous world and live a few days of tranquility..."

Lu Meng felt a sense of emptiness, as if he had lost his commanding presence, and he apologized in a low voice:

"Your Majesty! It is all due to Lü Meng's incompetence and misjudgment in military strategy, which led to the loss of the entire army and our great general! His crimes are heinous, and Lü Meng deserves to die a thousand deaths to atone for them!"

The Jiangdong soldiers present felt their faces burning with shame, their heads practically buried in their chests. A crushing defeat, with generals falling one after another—how could they possibly face anyone?

Sun Quan paced back and forth a few steps, then suddenly stopped, looking at Lü Meng with a puzzled expression:

"Ziming, you've fought Guan Yu before. Tell me, is he really... really that difficult to deal with?"

Lu Meng opened his mouth, then closed it again. He stood there, motionless, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was shame, fear, helplessness, and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on.

He wanted to say something, but the words caught in his throat.

How to express it? Say Guan Yu was unstoppable? Say you were afraid too?

Lü Meng's silence became the best answer.

Sun Quan picked up the wine flask, took a sip, and remained calm:

"Don't panic. No matter how great Guan Yu is, he's still human. People have hearts. I don't believe he could be so heartless when he sees those old, weak, women, and children. Fu Shiren's trip will surely bring good news."

Lu Meng's lips moved, but he couldn't help himself and muttered something under his breath:

"My lord... I'm afraid... I'm afraid things may not be as you think."

Just then, a commotion erupted at the camp gate. Hu Zong, disheveled and covered in cold sweat, scrambled in:

"Your Majesty! No, this is terrible! Fu Shiren... he was beheaded by Guan Yu in front of the entire army! His head has rolled to the ground!"

Sun Quan grabbed Hu Zong by the collar, his eyes turning red:

"Where are the hostages? How are they?"

Hu Zong dared not raise his head, his knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground, his voice trembling:

"Your Majesty, Guan Yu... he doesn't care about the hostages' lives at all! He strikes with his sword without even blinking!"

Sun Quan felt a sudden dizziness, took two steps back, and muttered:

"The Relief Camp... My Relief Camp is a battle-hardened elite force; surely they can handle him?"

Hu Zong shuddered, his forehead touching the ground, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"Your Majesty... the Relief Camp... is no match for the traitor Guan..."

The casualty figures in the battle reports were transformed into countless cold corpses. Jiang Qin, Han Dang, Ling Tong, Gan Ning, Pan Zhang, Zhou Tai... one general after another, their names became the graves of this chaotic era.

It's true, it's all true.

Sun Quan trembled all over, his lips quivering, and said, "Maicheng...Maicheng really produced...a peerless martial saint?"

The remnants of the Jiangdong army, having lost their backbone, could no longer stand upright, hanging their heads in dejection and slumping on the ground.

Sun Quan looked around, his eyes filled with sorrow, and sighed deeply, "What can be done?"

Lu Meng suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, and said in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty, Xingba can injure him, and so can Youping! Guan Yu is not invincible. As long as our army plans properly and deploys effectively, we may still have a chance!"

Sun Quan turned around, staring at Lü Meng, his eyes gleaming with a crazed light:

"Ziming! Listen carefully, you are still the Grand Commander of Jiangdong! I will not punish you, I will not blame you, but you only need to do one thing: kill Guan Yu! I only want him dead! Do you understand?"

Lu Meng gritted his teeth and said, word by word:

"Your Majesty! I understand! If human strength cannot defeat him, then... I beg for divine intervention!"

Zhuge Jin stepped forward, his expression calm, and slowly said:

"Your Majesty, now that things have come to this, we must make a decisive move! We can pay a price to request the Wei army in Xiangfan to send troops to join us in attacking Guan Yu from both sides! If this man does not die, Jiangdong will never have peace!"

Sun Quan's facial muscles twitched slightly as he gritted his teeth and said:

"Alright! Let's do it this way! Send someone to invite Cao Cao to send troops. Tell him that I, Sun Quan, am willing to submit to him and become the Marquis of Wu of the Great Wei!"

"I, Sun Quan, am willing to cede all the land north of Jiangling to him! As long as he sends troops and kills Guan Yu!"

The Jiangdong camp was shrouded in gloom, with mournful cries echoing through the air. The soldiers hung their heads, their morale low, creating a bleak and desolate scene.

Sun Quan dragged his two numb legs back to the main tent, plopped down, closed his eyes, and didn't want to say a word.

Bu Lianshi walked over gently, took off his cloak, brought him hot water, squatted down beside him, held his hand, and quietly stayed with him.

Sun Quan waved his hand, leaned back on the couch, closed his eyes, and said, "I want to wash my feet."

Bu Lianshi lifted his feet and gently placed them in the water, washing them tenderly, one stroke at a time.

Sun Quan seemed to be deep in thought, muttering to himself:

"There's a lesson even in washing feet. Everything in the world has its own way... the way of the feet is also a way. Guan Yu, Guan Yu, no matter how powerful your martial arts are, can they make people feel comfortable? Can they relieve fatigue? Can they allow me to steal a moment of peace in this chaotic world?"

"Your martial arts, are you really... comparable to my foot massage?"

Tonight, there will be no peace in the camp.

……

With two gurgling sounds, Qi Ye realized he was hungry and didn't want to cook noodles anymore, so he readily ordered takeout.

"Why is it that when I order takeout when I'm hungry, I'm not hungry anymore after paying, and I even feel a bit anorexic?"

"He's really going to become a god."

Footsteps came through the earpiece, and Wang Fu came running in, his face beaming with barely suppressed excitement. As he approached, he excitedly reported:

"My lord! Good news! We just interrogated several prisoners, and through coercion and enticement, they all confessed. That traitor Sun Quan is personally overseeing things in his camp right across the street!"

The Martial Saint abruptly stood up, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Oh? Such a good thing has happened?"

He looked up at the sky, where the sun pierced the twilight and slowly set, as if deliberately defying the Han dynasty.

Grip the knife handle tightly, then loosen it; grip it tightly, then loosen it again.

The Martial Saint spent his entire life on the battlefield, killing countless people. Never before had he so eagerly awaited nightfall as he did today.