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

Chapter 95: A Mishap – Guan Yu Died? [Seeking First Subscription]

Guan Yu's spirit floated in mid-air, staring blankly at his reflection on the ground, riddled with arrows. He remained stunned for a long while: "Dead. I, Guan Yu, am truly dead. His Majesty was merely momentarily distracted, allowing Lü Meng to seize the opportunity—"

"The Han dynasty has not yet been restored, and the state is in turmoil. This road is so difficult and so hard to walk."

The corpses of Wu's soldiers lay scattered on the ground; a cursory glance suggested there were at least several hundred.

The sorrow on Guan Yu's face gradually faded, replaced by a pure sense of relief: "Being trapped in the desperate situation of Maicheng, to have killed seven thousand enemy soldiers is already a blessing from His Majesty. I, Guan Yu, have done my duty; I can die without regret!"

Guan Yu's spirit floated silently, his life's experiences flashing before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

They met in Zhuojun, swore brotherhood in the Peach Garden, were separated in Xuzhou, and traveled a thousand miles to find their brother—a magnificent and turbulent journey.

He remembered his eldest brother's perpetually gentle face and his third brother's perpetually boisterous nature.

The three brothers went from having nothing to having soldiers, generals, and a solid foundation. It wasn't easy for them.

But now, someone is going to betray us and leave first.

Guan Yu looked up in the direction of Chengdu and whispered, "Elder brother, third brother—Guan Yu is sorry—"

With bloodshot eyes, Wu's soldiers swarmed forward, hacking, stabbing, and even biting the body of the Martial Saint with their teeth, dismembering it into pieces. Laughter and howls mingled together, and the entire battlefield went mad!

Lu Meng stood rooted to the spot, motionless, as if frozen in place. He stared blankly at the crazed soldiers, at the dismembered body, his eyes filled with disbelief: "Just...just like that? Guan Yu, just like that, is dead?"

A moment later, he threw his head back and laughed wildly, tears streaming down his face: "Hahahaha! Guan Yu, Guan Yu, do you see? In my destiny, you will never win! I mean, never!"

Qi Ye sat in front of the computer, calmly scrolling through his save history: "Save, save, save—damn, thank goodness I didn't forget to save!"

Just as he was about to click "read," the mouse seemed to become unresponsive.

Shake it vigorously and tap it frantically, and the screen freezes, remaining completely still.

The next second, the screen went black, and a CG sequence slowly lit up.

Qi Ye let out a sigh of relief; it turned out he was just going through the motions: "Trash planner, give me a shoe shine!!"

In Chengdu, Guan Yu perished, and Jingzhou fell. The entire court, filled with officials and scholars, fell silent, trembling with fear.

Zhang Fei was the first to jump out, his face red and neck bulging as he roared, "Brother! If Jingzhou is lost, it's lost! What's there to hesitate about? Didn't I lose Xuzhou back then? We must fight back! We absolutely must fight back!"

Above the main hall, Guan Yu's spirit flickered, appearing and disappearing. He gazed at Zhang Fei, his eyes filled with reluctance, his repeated calls resounding through the soul: "Third Brother! Third Brother!"

Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, Zhang Fei felt a sudden tremor in his heart, as if he had a premonition. He abruptly looked up at the void above the main hall.

It was as if a phantom figure was silently watching him. It resembled his second brother; was it his spirit?

It quickly dissipated.

Zhang Fei's eyes instantly reddened, and tears streamed down his face. He cried loudly, sobbing like a child: "Brother! Brother! I miss my second brother! I think of him day and night, I dream of him! I will avenge him, I will kill all those treacherous dogs of Eastern Wu!"

Guan Yu's soul trembled as he turned to the heavens, bowed deeply, and earnestly pleaded, "Your Majesty, I have never begged anyone in my life, but today I beg you, let me see my third brother! Let me—let me see him one more time!"

Off-screen, Qi Ye was munching on a chicken wing when he watched this CG scene and suddenly found the chicken wing in his mouth no longer delicious.

He sniffed and muttered, "Losing Jingzhou due to carelessness—so this is how painful it is—"

Zhao Yun frowned deeply, stepped forward, clasped his hands, and said, "Your Majesty, I believe this is unwise. The traitor to the nation is Cao Cao, not Sun Quan. We should first concentrate our forces and destroy Cao Wei. Once Cao Wei is destroyed, how can the traitor Sun Quan of Eastern Wu be a match for our great Han? Why rush things?"

A phantom figure floated in front of Zhao Yun. Guan Yu's spirit looked quietly at his comrade-in-arms: "Zilong, after all these years, you are still the same as before, mature, steady, and sensible."

Zhao Yun was lost in thought, his brow trembling slightly, and his shoulder felt as if it had been struck by something, leaving a cool sensation.

He raised his head and looked around blankly, looking again and again.

Even though there was no one in front of him, he felt as if there was something familiar nearby.

He touched his chest and murmured, "Strange—why—why do I feel so empty?"

Liu Bei's gaze was somewhat vacant as he murmured, "Zilong—no matter how vast and beautiful this land may be, can it still call me 'brother'?"

Guan Yu's sharp eyebrows and bright eyes concealed deep self-reproach: "Brother, it was Yun Chang who was wrong! Yun Chang was arrogant and conceited, Yun Chang looked down on everyone, Yun Chang should have been wary of those treacherous people from Eastern Wu! Brother—Yun Chang has let you down, let down the Han Dynasty!"

Qi Ye took a big bite of the chicken wing, cursing as he chewed, "Fine! You cowards from Jiangdong launched a sneak attack, huh? Wait till I'm full, you'll be in for a world of hurt. Get to work!"

Zhuge Liang, with his imposing bearing, looked at Liu Bei and said earnestly, "My lord, Zilong's words are all reasonable. At present, we should indeed prioritize Cao Wei—"

Liu Bei waved his hand to interrupt him, then turned his back and stared blankly ahead.

Time flies, I'm getting old, and Wu and Wei are still not defeated. If I don't avenge my second brother now, I'll never have another chance.

He suddenly turned around, his resolve unwavering: "If I do not avenge my brother, what value is there in possessing a vast empire! Issue the order to the three armies to immediately set out and punish Eastern Wu!"

The scene shifts, and devastating news arrives: Zhang Fei has been killed by bandits!

Upon hearing the news, Liu Bei felt as if his spine had been removed, and remained silent for a long time.

He made a tearful vow, mobilized the entire nation, and marched eastward in the Battle of Yiling, a truly magnificent and fierce battle.

But that fire didn't burn down Eastern Wu; it burned down his last hope of restoring the Han Dynasty.

Baidi City, Yong'an Palace.

-

Liu Bei lay on his sickbed, his hair completely white, his face haggard.

Looking at Zhuge Liang kneeling before the bed, he used his last strength to slowly speak: "Kongming—if the Crown Prince is capable, then assist him; if he is incompetent—you may establish yourself as the ruler of Shu—"

In the void, Guan Yu gazed at his elder brother on his sickbed, at his white hair, at the scene of him entrusting his son to someone else: "Was the Han Dynasty defeated because of me, Guan Yu?"

Zhuge Liang prostrated himself on the ground, weeping bitterly, his forehead bruised and purple from kowtowing: "Your Majesty, rest assured! Your subject Liang swears to serve you to the death, to devote himself wholeheartedly to the cause, to repay Your Majesty's kindness in recognizing and appreciating his talent!"

Liu Bei looked at him, a relieved smile appearing on his lips, and slowly closed his eyes.

His virtue was illustrious, and his will was fervent; hence he was called Zhaolie.

Guan Yu bowed his head with his straight back bent down, like Mount Tai collapsing, bearing the weight of the shared fate of the Peach Garden Oath.

He stretched out his arm in a mock gesture: "My second brother is incompetent and useless—"

As Guan Yu floated out of Yong'an Palace, his tiger-like eyes suddenly widened. Outside Yong'an Palace, hundreds of axemen were lying in ambush.

He trembled violently and cried out in a hoarse voice, "No, this isn't right! How could there be axemen?! This can't be real, it absolutely can't be real! It's His Majesty, His Majesty is predicting the future?!"

Knowing the future in advance might change things. Guan Yu was intrigued and wondered how he could relay the message back.

Qi Ye leaned back in his chair, his face full of disbelief, and muttered, "My goodness—when I read about Liu Bei entrusting his son to Zhuge Liang at Baidi City in school, I thought it was just Liu Bei and Zhuge Liang having a heart-to-heart talk. Today I realize it was all a setup!"

"On the surface, they said that if the Crown Prince was incompetent, the Emperor could take the throne himself," but what was the reality? The Imperial Uncle had secretly planted five hundred axemen outside the palace!

"If Zhuge Liang dares to agree, dares to show even the slightest intention of declaring himself king, those axemen will immediately rush in and hack Liu Shan to death!"

As time passed, Zhuge Liang knelt and presented the "Memorial on Dispatching the Troops": The late emperor passed away before completing his great undertaking.

Every word and phrase is the result of painstaking effort.

Afterwards, he led his army north, making six expeditions to Qishan, and maneuvering with the State of Wei amidst towering mountains and steep ridges.

Guan Yu's spirit floated in the clouds, watching that handsome figure who was always waving a feather fan, watching him stay up all night in the military camp, watching him frown as he looked at the map.

Watching him grow thinner and thinner, his temples turning gray.

Guan Yu's nose tingled with emotion, and he said softly, "Strategist—it was you, it was you alone who held up the Han Dynasty—"

Wuzhangyuan, an autumn night.

Despite his illness, Zhuge Liang lit forty-nine life lamps in his tent, praying for longevity.

But that night, a fierce wind blew and the main light went out.

Zhuge Liang looked up at the sky and sighed deeply, then slowly closed his eyes: "Oh, heavens, how cruel you are to me!"

As the last glimmer of light fell at Wuzhang Plain, the last ray of light of the Han Dynasty was extinguished.

Guan Yu reached out, trying to grasp something, but only grasped emptiness: "Strategist—even you—have gone?"

One person suddenly knelt down in front of Zhuge Liang's memorial tablet and kowtowed three times. When he raised his head, there were no tears in his eyes, only fire, only light, and only an indomitable will!

He gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "Prime Minister, rest assured! There is a plan that can restore the sun and moon to their former glory!"

Guan Yu's spirit drifted to the man's side, carefully examining the young man. He nodded secretly and asked curiously, "This young man is so elegant and refined; may I ask which outstanding person he is?"

Off-screen, Qi Ye, having eaten and drunk his fill, wiped his mouth, rolled up his sleeves, and glared at the camera with a murderous look on his face: "Brothers, are you all ready? I was careless earlier and didn't perform well! This time, I'm bringing my entire clan—you understand?—to play with Lü Meng. I guarantee I'll crush him!"

A familiar, strange voice reached Guan Yu's ears. The voice was vast and boundless, solemn and immortal, as if it came from the depths of the starry sky, or as if it were whispering in his ear, making his soul tremble!

He trembled, and a spark of hope ignited in his eyes. He cried out to the heavens, "Your Majesty, is it Your Majesty? You—you still have a way to save the Han Dynasty? To save my elder brother? To save my third brother? To save the strategist?"

In front of the screen, Qi Ye took a deep breath and said in a deep voice into the microphone, "Brothers, the moment to witness a miracle has arrived. Load the game!"

With a click of the mouse, the world began to respond to this absurd request.

Guan Yu was surprised to find that the world before him began to distort and shatter.

The distant mountains were torn apart like paper, and the nearby trees vanished like smoke. The tents, the soldiers, the corpses—everything was like a mirage, shattered and broken.

Then, in the midst of chaos, all things began to be reshaped; new mountains, new trees, new figures slowly took shape.

Guan Yu's eyes widened, and he murmured, "This—this is—"

The moment the world was reshaped, Guan Yu felt a strong sense of weightlessness suddenly strike him, as if he were falling from a great height!

When he came to his senses, his soul returned to his body.

That body, once riddled with arrows, lying in a pool of blood, dismembered!

Guan Yu tried desperately to move, to grip his sword, to stand up. But his fingers wouldn't obey him, his feet wouldn't obey him, and his whole body felt like it was nailed to the ground, unable to move at all.

He looked up to the sky and shouted hoarsely, "Your Majesty! Quick! Those scoundrels from Jiangdong are about to fire their arrows!"

Qi Ye stood up from the chair, twisted his waist, turned his neck, and moved his wrists and ankles, his bones cracking all over.

He sat down again, looked at the reconstructed world on the screen, nodded in satisfaction, and a smile played on his lips: "Tsk tsk, instant save is really useful! I almost messed up just now, but now everything's back, and nothing was delayed!"

The sound of countless bowstrings twanged in his ears. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw countless arrows soaring into the air like locusts, blotting out the sky, hurtling towards the Martial Saint!