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

Chapter 94 Midnight Business, Guan Yu Gets Awesome [Seeking First Subscription]

"At first, I was a resourceful and capable general. Later, in order to defend Maicheng, I embarked on the path of midnight assassination and became a legitimate stealth assassin."

"After half a month of stealth, the thousands of brothers who followed me haven't been able to get any meat. I suspect it's because my stealth skills aren't good enough."

"On my first day of stealth, I always sneakily shot at the enemy. This method seemed clever, but it didn't actually make me much money. So, I boldly tried doing business at night."

Thousands of infantry and over a hundred cavalrymen filled the open space in front of the camp in a dark mass.

Swords and spears clanged, banners fluttered, and a vast battle formation was set up.

A cold wind swept by, and the faces of the Jiangdong youths, which had previously concealed their murderous aura, revealed tension and unease.

They were clearly outnumbered and outgunned, thousands against one, yet the man standing alone at the front of the battle was like a towering mountain, pressing down on thousands of them, making it hard for them to breathe.

Before the battle even began, the cowards of Jiangdong had already lost three-tenths of their courage.

The Martial Saint unleashed his sword with unrestrained force, causing the heavens and earth to change color as a dazzling sword light swept across the sky.

The Jiangdong rats were so stung they couldn't open their eyes, as if a blazing sun had fallen upon their camp.

The blood, reflected by the gleam of the crescent blade, dyed the entire Wu army camp a shocking crimson!

The Martial Saint's proud bravery and domineering aura were enough to terrify anyone.

No matter how many powerful figures have shaken the past and present, they will all fall under his blade; no matter how many arrogant heroes have been suppressed by him.

The Martial Saint's single strike that swept through the enemy ranks once again proved who truly possessed divine courage and might in this chaotic world!

Qi Ye calmly manipulated the keyboard and mouse, speaking eloquently: "This game has a very high degree of freedom. In the game, you can be an assassin, or an assassin, or even another assassin, or even a complete assassin."

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"The premise is that you must learn stealth and Musou. In this kind of war-themed open world, the most important ability is always Musou. Don't go to the enemy camp to assassinate if you don't know how to use Musou."

"Even disabled people can play it, and people with depression can laugh out loud while playing it. It's a dreamlike fantasy for the scoundrels of Jiangdong who hate it."

"This game has hundreds of millions of texts, all of which are used by cowards from Jiangdong to beg for mercy."

In the hands of the Martial Saint, the crescent blade came alive, dripping with blood. He wielded the blade with both arms, his movements powerful and sweeping, sweeping left and slashing right, each strike causing several heads to explode!

The thief's helmet spun into the air, his eyeballs bursting out of their sockets, one cheek caved in and shattered, red and white splattered all over the ground!

The sound of bones cracking and breaking was incessant, sending chills down one's spine.

The Martial Saint stepped over a pile of broken corpses, one step at a time, carving a bloody alley through the crowd, with a pile of corpses behind him!

The imposing and domineering Celestial Warrior crashed into the enemy ranks, his crescent blade sweeping across, and several heads flew off in response!

In the brutal and rude charge, several infantry shield bearers were sent flying, crashing heavily onto rocks and barricades.

The antlers and forehead of the deer were split open, and crimson blood splattered all over the ground. It died on the spot.

The Jiangdong youths, armed with halberds and knives, swarmed around him. The Martial Saint reached out and grabbed a halberd that was thrust at him. With a sudden jerk, he pulled the thief in astonishment, dragging him close.

The Martial Saint lifted the struggling body with one arm and slammed it hard onto the ground!

With a muffled thud, snowflakes scattered, and bones shattered. Broken leg and sternum bones pierced through the flesh, protruding starkly white and exposed to the cold air—a horrifying sight!

"A truly extraordinary being has emerged on the land of China! Amazing! Appearing out of nowhere, who can stop him?"

The Jiangdong scoundrels were all deathly pale, their hands trembling as they gripped their knives. Someone took a step back first, and then everyone else began to retreat. One step back, then another, faster and faster, more and more desperate, as if they wanted to turn and run away.

"If you ask what's the best thing about the game 'Gods of the Three Kingdoms'? It's mowing down enemies! And what's the worst thing about it? It's also mowing down enemies! If you mow down too many, it gets boring; if you mow down too few, it's not fun."

"That's why game designers need to really think about how to make players scream with excitement one moment and break out in a cold sweat the next, constantly switching between those two sensations—that's real skill!"

"I have an idea: let all the main characters on the opposing side have wives, and let the protagonist become Boss Cao! Fighting while kidnapping brides, coupled with the battlefield experience of clashing swords and galloping horses, it will surely attract young heroes like moths to a flame."

Qi Ye's keyboard and mouse clicked repeatedly, one, two, three, four times! Up to four times, he would finish one set, and then immediately start another, in a continuous, endless cycle.

The Martial Saint swung his crescent blade four times in quick succession. With the first strike, the wooden fence shattered; with the second strike, more than a dozen heads fell to the ground.

The third blow snapped the central army's flagpole; the fourth blow caused the enemy commander to fall from his horse!

Under four blows, Wu's army was routed, scrambling to escape for their lives, wishing their parents had given them two more legs!

"The script choices are so limited! Back in the day, I could play as Zhao Zilong or Lü Bu, and maybe even snag one of the Qiao sisters. Now, it's just Guan Yu over and over again, it's so boring!"

"In my opinion, it would be better to create a fictional protagonist, letting their imagination run wild and do whatever they want. That would be much more enjoyable than being confined to a historical figure!"

"Players transform into a powerful succubus, and heroes and beauties alike will fall at their feet. Those handsome men and beautiful women will be captivated by me, blushing and acting coy and whiny! That's the true essence of 'Gods and Women of the Three Kingdoms'!"

The Martial Saint stretched out his hand, pulled a slow-moving Wu soldier from the crowd, slammed him to the ground, and asked in a deep voice, "Tell me, where is Sun Quan?"

The prisoner, lying on the ground, looked up and saw that imposing face, terrified out of his wits, his lips trembling as he stammered, "Yes, sir!"

The Martial Saint lost his patience, grabbed his neck with his large hand, and with a little force, snap!

The prisoner kicked his legs twice and then stopped moving.

The Martial Saint bent down and habitually touched him, actually finding a few pieces of gold, which he casually put into his pocket.

Qi Ye clicked his tongue and couldn't help but mutter, "Well, well! The plan was supposed to be a midnight stealth raid to take down the enemy leader, but the veteran player turned it into a midnight business operation, a one-stop shop of murder and robbery!"

A mournful bugle call rang out, echoing through the desolate night.

Upon receiving the order, the Jiangdong army sprang into action and quickly formed battle formations.

Amidst the raging flames, Lü Meng ripped off his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body. The muscles around his neck bulged high, as thick as his head, making him look every bit the fit and ruthless bodybuilder!

At his command, the soldiers, torches in hand, moved and shifted according to the mysterious formation. Countless torches converged into fiery dragons, swirling and dancing, scorching the sky and the earth, the heat waves hitting us, even turning the dark clouds in the sky crimson!

Qi Ye stared in disbelief, and after a long while, he managed to stammer out, "Good heavens, what a huge commotion—go and polish my shoes!"

As the saying goes, a great reward will surely bring forth brave men. Tonight, Lü Meng has staked his life on this. He has studied military strategy for half his life and researched battle formations for decades. Tonight, he has set up the Eight Gates Formation, hoping to have a real showdown with Guan Yu!

The Eight Gates Formation is laid out in a row: Rest, Life, Injury, Block, Scenery, Death, Shock, and Open. The eight gates change, and killing intent is hidden.

The morale of the Jiangdong soldiers plummeted. Lü Meng had no choice but to seize Guan Yu's head before losing no more than 500 men!

Lu Meng, sword drawn, spurred his horse forward, the firelight illuminating his bare torso, revealing bulging muscles and veins. He took a deep breath, and with all his might, roared at the imposing figure outside the formation: "Guan Yu! Do you dare enter my ranks and fight me to the death?!"

Qi Ye peered into the Eight Gates Formation, vaguely seeing bundles of dry firewood piled up in one corner and several large jars placed in a dimly lit corner.

If it's not kerosene, then what is it?

"Luckily, I was smart enough not to rush in headfirst. If I had, I don't know what kind of suffering I would have endured. Besides, we don't have many meat buns left, so we have to use them sparingly and not just throw our lives away."

The Martial Saint, wielding his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, walked step by step towards the Eight Gates Formation. He stood before the formation, pointing his blade at the center: "Lu Meng! Come forth and fight me!"

Qi Ye spread his hands and smiled, "Brothers, don't misunderstand. I'm not here to brandish swords or fight. I'm here to do business, to do business at midnight! And incidentally, I'll act as a wealth planner for the enemy, helping them manage their finances, that's all."

"Come on, if you Jiangdong rats want to fight, I'll chop you up; if you don't want to fight, I'll just eat melon seeds and keep you company to the end!"

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As he spoke, Qi Ye actually took out a handful of sunflower seeds from the computer desk and slowly started cracking them open.

"Who else could hold off an army of thousands single-handedly? He's known in the martial arts world as 'Little Zhuge Liang,' and that's no small feat. With a quick wit, the streamer can handle anything."

The Martial Saint remained silent, his imposing aura pressing heavily on the hearts of every Jiangdong youth, causing many to break out in a sweat and feel their palms grow cold.

In the midst of the battle, Wu Bing muttered in a low voice, "My god, one person can take on ten thousand of us. If they charge over, won't we be as easy as cutting melons and vegetables?"

The man next to him swallowed hard, gripped his sword hilt tightly, and said with a forced smile, "Don't, don't talk nonsense! The Grand Commander is still ahead, and if he's not afraid, why should we be? If the Grand Commander doesn't retreat, I certainly won't!"

Lu Meng glanced back at the panicked soldiers, a cold smile playing on his lips, and shouted, "All of you, stay calm! No matter how powerful Guan Yu is, he wouldn't dare to break through my Eight Gates Formation! The one who should be afraid is him!"

The Jiangdong youths finally regained their composure, held their breath, and ceased their agitation.

Qi Ye glanced at the screen recording time on the computer. A while had passed, and if he didn't get to do something soon, the atmosphere would cool down.

Just as I was figuring out what to do, my phone started vibrating.

Qi Ye pulled out his phone and saw it was a call from a food delivery company; he was overjoyed.

God helps me too!

He cleared his throat, looked at the camera with a sincere expression, and said, "Guys, sorry, I'm just picking up some takeout, I'll be right back!"

After hanging up the phone, Qi Ye suppressed a laugh, thinking to himself, "Perfect! This touch of everyday life is so real and relatable. The audience will be thrilled, and they'll be showering us with donations!"

Qi Ye hummed a little tune as he opened the door, took the plastic bag from the delivery guy, and didn't forget to say "thank you."

Back at the computer, I leaned back in my chair, unpacked the chicken, and the delicious aroma of fried chicken wafted into my nose.

He happily picked up a piece, about to put it in his mouth.

A glance at the screen out of the corner of my eye made me freeze as if struck by lightning.

In the scene, the Martial Saint was riddled with arrows, his chest and back covered in them, looking exactly like a human hedgehog. Qi Ye's fried chicken fell back into the box with a "thud." His mouth was agape, his eyes wide, and after a long pause, he finally blurted out, "Damn it!!! White-robed guy, you fucking ambushed me again!!!"

A wisp of heroic spirit drifted out from the body of the Martial Saint, swaying in the night wind, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, seemingly unwilling, yet also speechless.

He just floated there, saying nothing and doing nothing.

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