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

Entrusting the soldiers to "AI" was a last resort. Managing hundreds of units was incredibly difficult. Qi Ye didn't waste his energy on it, focusing instead on patrolling the city.

Maicheng is a small town, with a standard grid layout of neighborhoods, clearly separating government offices, markets and residences, mostly with wooden fences as barriers.

The county government is full of incompetent officials who can't even issue missions; they're truly incompetent. Players who don't do missions are destined for a failed life.

Qi Ye, skeptical of superstition, decided to take a stroll around the city.

An old man was busily working on the thatched roof, climbing a bamboo ladder. His hands, covered with age spots, skillfully wove rice stalks and trimmed the uneven ends.

"Grandpa, Wu soldiers are besieging the city, we could die at any moment, what's the point of building a house!" The woman looked up, her skin as burnt as a charred flatbread.

"You're not going to die, you still want to live here! What do you know, you good-for-nothing!" The old man got agitated and lost his footing, causing the bamboo ladder to wobble three times before regaining its balance. He continued to grumble and berate the young woman.

The mission has begun.

The Martial Saint stepped forward and politely inquired, "Old man, is there anything I can help you with?"

The old man was startled. In this day and age, there were still kind-hearted outsiders. Could it be that they were after his granddaughter's beauty?

He climbed down the bamboo ladder and shielded his granddaughter in front of him: "Young man, help me fix the thatched hut, and San'er will come with you."

Upon hearing the words "young man," Guan Yu's cheeks flushed inexplicably. To receive such a complimentary title at nearly sixty years old was truly a blessing in life.

Qi Ye's eyes suddenly lit up; a familiar feeling returned. Accepting and completing tasks given by the village chief, such as suppressing bandits, transporting livestock, and training militia, could increase the village's reputation.

The higher the village's prosperity level, the larger the base of recruitable troops, and if the village's favorability is high enough, cavalry can be deployed directly.

Qi Ye had completed a long series of tasks and recruited his first new recruit.

Give him the best equipment, take him on campaigns across the north and south, cross grasslands and deserts, traverse mountains and forests, and lead the charge in countless battles.

However, he ultimately did not live to witness the day when the general became king.

How should I put it? He wasn't like an ordinary soldier. He was a relative of the same surname, a close friend, a childhood playmate, and a sworn brother.

He died on the battlefield, and Qi Ye felt a deep sense of shame, as if he had no face to face the elders in the ancestral hall.

San'er smiled and said, "Grandpa, I won't go with that old man with the long beard. I want to stay with you, and always stay with you."

The old man was filled with mixed emotions: "My grandfather died here, my father died here, and I will die here too. I can't leave. You can die outside, to give your grandfather some pride."

Grandparents and grandchildren were arguing and refusing to give in to each other, staring at each other with wide eyes.

Qi Ye wasn't in the mood for making trouble. He looked at the game's building system, which was quite similar to Minecraft.

He extended a plank outward from the top of each of the four walls to create eaves. Then, starting from the highest point of the eaves on the front and back sides, he built the roof layer by layer using hay bales.

Each layer recedes one level from the layer below it, until they converge at the center of the roof, forming a simple triangular gable roof. The installation was carried out step by step with a fluid and graceful movement.

Once the old man started talking, he wouldn't stop:

"In the year when Dong Zhuo was rampant and domineering, everyone followed Marquis Wucheng across the river to the north. I carried half a bran cake given to me by my mother, and with a hoe worn smooth on my back, I was filled with passion."

"The team is full of people from the same hometown. Huang Laosi said that if we follow Marquis Wucheng into Luoyang and raid the granaries of those officials, then we, the people of Jingchu, will no longer have to eat wild vegetable dumplings."

"Li Lao Er's mother insisted on giving him a new pair of straw sandals, saying that he should make a name for himself so that he could redeem the two acres of poor land that his father had given away."

San'er fetched a bowl of well water and handed it to Guan Yu: "Please rest and have some water. There's some bean rice prepared at home. If you don't mind, please eat before you go."

The old man puffed out his chest, speaking with righteous indignation: "We only have so much food at home, and you've wasted it! I really should kick you out!"

San'er felt a pang of sadness and weakly reminded him, "Grandpa, you haven't finished your story yet."

The old man slapped his forehead and immediately perked up:

"We followed Marquis Wucheng, breaking camp before dawn and sleeping wrapped in straw mats at night, but no one felt it was hard. Marquis Wucheng rode his fine horse at the front, shouting 'Cross the river, cross the river!' We, a group of people, felt full of energy, as if overturning mountains was child's play."

"I was secretly planning that once Luoyang was captured, I would ask the Marquis of Wucheng for a few acres of land. With two or three bolts of fine brocade, I would take Ashu from the neighboring village as my concubine, have a son, and he would have white rice to eat from birth. I wouldn't have to fight with the gentry's chickens for feed like I did when I was a child. I would eat a bite of the chicken's food and then eat a bite of the chicken's food."

Qi Ye placed two fences at the entrance, added a canopy on top, and then focused intently on hammering here and there.

The old man blinked, looking quite spirited:

"The Marquis of Wucheng led his army northward, forcing Wang Rui, the governor of Jingzhou who looked down on military men, to commit suicide by swallowing gold. Zhang Zi, the prefect of Nanyang, refused to provide supplies to the rebel army and was also beheaded."

"We successfully marched north and fought a bloody battle with the Xiliang army, defeating Dong's army several times. Marquis Wucheng took the lead, fought a bloody battle against the powerful enemy, and was the first to enter Luoyang; when faced with the hesitation of the other lords, he alone stood out with loyalty and courage, and angrily denounced selfishness."

"The Marquis of Wucheng possessed both the fierce courage to defeat the enemy on the battlefield and the fervor to restore the Han Dynasty, dedicating his life to fulfilling his aspirations. How could the next generation produce such a fool who betrayed his allies?"

Qi Ye put down his work and glanced at the old man. Before playing the game, he also thought that one general's success was built on the bones of ten thousand soldiers.

After playing, what's wrong with a soldier? Doesn't a soldier's life matter?

These are all my beloved family and friends who have been with me all this way!

When Liu Bei said, "If I do not avenge my brother, what value is there in having a vast empire?" he truly struck a chord with Qi Ye.

What are personal guards, direct subordinates, and clan soldiers? Only by understanding these can one forge ahead without hesitation.

Ling Tong lost three hundred personal guards while saving Sun Quan and was devastated; Xu Chu lost three thousand men and felt as if he had lost his parents. With them around, they were invincible; without them, who would dare to enter the enemy's ranks?

"My lord, as long as we can have enough to eat, we brothers will follow you!"

"My lord, my brothers have already given you their lives."

"My lord, hurry! We'll cover your retreat! Don't tell my mother!"

"My lord, my father and uncles served under you back then."

So he's the son of an old friend. No wonder he has that same air about him; that's the charm of a true man.

Sun Quan was blinded by greed and mismanaged his skill tree, thus losing his chance to conquer the world.

Qi Ye listened to the rambling and renovated the thatched hut. He also installed a chimney at the junction of the roof and walls to prevent fire.

The old man was stunned. Was this still the small house where he and his grandson depended on each other for survival?

"San'er, from today onwards, you will follow the benefactor."

"Grandpa... I'll stay, or we can go together."

"I saw her. Mom is sitting at the village entrance waiting for me. Mom's legs hurt, and she won't be able to harrow the fields next spring..."

Qi Ye glanced around and saw a group of twenty or thirty people, young and old, gathered outside the canopy-covered gate. The youngest was twelve or thirteen years old, while the oldest was already fifty.

Where are my horses? Where are my cavalry?! What can a bunch of old, weak, sick, and disabled people accomplish?