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

Wang Fu, overwhelmed by the pile of official documents in the city, couldn't help but cup his hands and ask:

"My lord, the city's food supplies are running low. What should be done with the hundreds of prisoners from Jiangdong?"

Zhou Cang glared and said in a gruff voice:

"What use are these Jiangdong rats? Let's just kill them all; it'll save us food and trouble!"

Qi Ye was shocked upon hearing this and blurted out:

"Zhou Cang, you're going to become famous all over the world! I never expected that you, so honest and kind, would be such a bloodthirsty person! Compared to you, the players are nothing."

The Martial Saint remained indifferent and slowly said, "Killing prisoners is inauspicious. Starve them for a day or two, and they will have food."

Zhao Lei hesitated, then cautiously asked, "My lord... why are you so certain?"

Zhou Cang's eyes darted around, then he slapped his thigh and grinned, "My lord! I know! You're going to launch another night raid on the enemy camp and wipe out their damn hideout?!"

Qi Ye clicked his tongue in amazement, looking Zhou Cang up and down, and reassessed him: "This Zhou Cang, he's got a sharp mind! Wang Fu and Zhao Lei are still clueless, but you've already guessed it!"

With save files, no matter what methods the guy in white uses, the players will figure it out.

Jiangdong is about to collapse; they'll definitely need to grab experience points to level up.

The Martial Saint's lips twitched slightly, his gaze fixed on the distant enemy camp, and he said in a deep voice, "Not bad."

Zhao Lei was so anxious that he kept rubbing his hands together, chasing after the Martial Saint and desperately trying to persuade him:

"My lord, please reconsider! The Jiangdong camp is filled with thousands of troops. If you charge in alone and something happens to you, what will become of you? It's too dangerous, too dangerous!"

The Martial Saint's eyes remained calm as he casually replied, "Hmm."

Zhao Lei thought he had succeeded and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard the Martial Saint add:

"Sun Quan will indeed be in danger tonight."

Zhao Lei stood there, stunned, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

"..."

Well, so the danger you're talking about is the danger to Sun Quan!

The Martial Saint raised an eyebrow and said in a deep voice:

"I'm not going there to enjoy myself. I'm going to drag out, one by one, the villains who are ravaging Jiangdong and harming the world, from their dens!"

Zhou Cang was filled with fervor upon hearing this, and he clasped his hands in a fist and roared:

"My lord! Take Zhou Cang with you! Zhou Cang is not afraid of death and is willing to follow you to wreak havoc!"

The Martial Saint glanced at him, his expression softening slightly:

"No need. If we encounter any danger, I have plenty of ways to escape. If you come with me, I'll have to be distracted and take care of you, which would be inconvenient."

Zhou Cang was struck dumb, as if his soul had been ripped out, and murmured:

"My lord...can't you really take me with you?"

The Martial Saint's aura suddenly changed, as if an invisible magnetic field was suddenly rotating, its pressure as imposing as a mountain.

"cannot."

The reason is simple: Qi Ye was once a king in Mount & Blade, and kings are always lonely.

The purpose of this trip is to upgrade our forces; losing troops would be a painful loss.

It's not easy to raise an army in the early stages; just follow the lead and fight when things are going well.

Qi Ye wasn't exaggerating; even a living veteran could easily be killed by a mountain bandit's precise-guided arrow.

Attacking the Jiangdong camp would surely result in the loss of several hundred soldiers.

Qi Ye couldn't bear to see his soldiers die, so he honed his martial arts skills to a high level.

Countless mod saves allow players to start with just a single wall-riding cavalry unit, a horse, and a shield, and then solo two hundred melee cavalry.

After the founding of the nation, he began to take command from his post, and the number of soldiers lost gradually became just a number.

That actually makes no sense.

Every time Qi Ye led his troops, he would charge ahead first, just to make the enemy shoot more arrows and throw axes, so that his own soldiers would suffer less damage.

Zhao Lei pursed his lips and continued rambling on:

"My lord, please heed my advice! After such a commotion yesterday, Sun Quan isn't stupid. He'll definitely fortify his camp like an iron barrel tonight. It would be too risky for us to sneak in again!"

The Martial Saint wiped his sword and hummed in agreement, "I know."

Zhao Lei stamped his feet anxiously, "Knowing that, you still went? My lord, you're good in every way, except you're too... too arrogant! You'll suffer for that sooner or later!"

After wiping his blade, the Martial Saint slowly stood up, looked at Zhao Lei, and even had a hint of a smile in his eyes: "So, I won't be sneaking around tonight."

Zhao Lei blinked: "Not stealth? Then... how will we get there?"

The Martial Saint raised his crescent-shaped blade, its cold light flashing: "Accumulate some good karma, and charge in from the front."

Zhao Lei: "..."

Wang Fu: "..."

Zhou Cang: "..."

Look at this, is this even human language?

The Martial Saint glanced at the crowd, brimming with arrogance: "Just watch, I'll walk straight past them. What can those cowards do to me?"

It was completely dark; there was no moon, only a few cold stars.

As expected, the Martial Saint strode out of the city gate without even riding a horse.

Zhou Cang opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Guan Yinping bit her lip tightly, the suspicions welling up in her heart growing stronger. That feeling that something was wrong was becoming more and more profound.

Wang Fu, Zhao Lei, and Yi Ji kept sighing, "The Lord has gone mad... truly mad!"

Everyone stood motionless, gazing in the direction of the Jiangdong camp, unwilling to disperse for a long time.

The entity that will end this chaotic era has truly appeared. It's not Cao Cao, nor Sun Quan. Even the King of Hanzhong seems to have to step aside.

Under the starlight, a figure approached from afar, walking unhurriedly, carrying the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, and swaggered to the gate of the Wu army camp.

A sentry rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things. He looked again, and then, as if struck by lightning, he stammered:

"Guan...Guan Yu?! Wasn't it said...wasn't it said that he always preferred to sneak around? This..."

The squad leader next to him swallowed hard, his face turning deathly pale, his lips trembling.

"Oh no... This isn't stealth, this is... this is letting go of the pretense, he's going to take on a thousand men single-handedly!"

The news spread like wildfire, and the Wu soldiers near the camp gate were terrified. They pushed and shoved each other, and no one dared to step forward.

A soldier in the crowd asked, his voice trembling with tears, "How...how can we block this? What can we use to block it?"

Qi Ye started recording, preparing to try his hand at commentary. He hadn't commentated on a game in a long time, so this was a good opportunity to hone his skills and improve his abilities.

The Martial Saint unleashed a powerful slash, shattering the camp gate! He charged in with his sword, its blade flashing like snow, and with each strike, a Wu soldier fell to the ground.

One of the corpses burst open, scattering golden particles that shone brightly in the firelight.

Qi Ye initially thought he was seeing things, but he leaned closer to the screen to take a closer look.

It's gold! It really is gold!

"Holy crap! Guys, look! These poor bastards from Jiangdong are actually making gold nuggets!"

Who doesn't know that the soldiers of Jiangdong are dirt poor? In their daily battles against bandits and enemies, all they get are tattered rags and ragged clothes, not even a single copper coin.

The Martial Saint swept through thousands of troops, yet his meager experience and reputation were so pathetic that he was embarrassed to even mention them.

Today is a little different.

Qi Ye grinned from ear to ear, muttering to himself:

"Got it, got it! These are Wu Hou's personal guards! They follow Sun Quan, and don't let their shabby clothes fool you, they're got real skills! Money, money, money, money... I want to make money! I'm rich! I'm rich!"

"Sun Shiwan is finished, completely finished! Daring to drop gold coins in front of the players? You're courting death, you're asking for it!"

Guan Yu heard the uncultured voice in his ear and couldn't help but shake his head:

"A few gold nuggets, is Your Majesty really making such a fuss? Could it be... that Your Majesty is putting on an act, preparing to enter the world?"

Guan Yu was shaken to his core.

The crescent-shaped blade slashed down, aiming straight for the central tent. The soldiers guarding the camp screamed and scattered in all directions, while the alarm bells rang piercingly.