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

The dim light of day was completely obscured by a wisp of cloud. Beneath the surging dark clouds, the Martial Saint strode forward with extraordinary bearing.

Zhou Cang caught up, his stomach burning, as if he had committed some fatal mistake:

"My lord, I didn't rest well last night, so I got up late this morning and made the little maid get up early."

The Martial Saint emphasized, "I have more important things to do, and I'm leaving them to you."

Zhou Cang's face lit up with joy, but he was still somewhat annoyed: "My lord, I can manage. That little girl can't do anything, why did you choose her?"

The pleasure of occasionally stealing a moment of leisure after work is something a simpleton like Zhou Cang would never understand.

The Martial Saint's expression was cold and stern: "It's just a coincidence; you could call it fate."

Zhou Cang was puzzled: "Fate?"

The Martial Saint said with pride, "If even a little girl who has to fight with warhorses for food can make a good living, then this chaotic world should end. My elder brother said that we should be compassionate to the common people and treat them kindly."

Zhou Cang seemed to understand but not quite, raising an eyebrow: "I don't understand, but it sounds impressive. I'll listen to you, Lord."

The Martial Saint calmly said, "Stop bullying her."

Zhou Cang's wide eyes held unease: "My lord, I didn't bully her. How could a man like me bully a young girl?"

The Martial Saint bluntly asked, "Then why don't you teach her?"

The pulse in the cold veins of Zhou Cang's neck pounded rapidly: "I'm afraid... I'm afraid that Lord Jun will no longer need me."

The Martial Saint replied resolutely, "Since you pledged your allegiance to me, you have always followed me, holding the whip and stirrups, wielding the sword and leading the horse, your loyalty unwavering. The bond between us is not so fragile."

A surge of fervor rushed to Zhou Cang's head: "In this life, I swear to follow you, my lord, to the death."

Guan Yu stopped his hurried steps and patted Zhou Cang on the shoulder encouragingly.

Zhou Cang grinned, his eyes squinting as he smiled憨厚ly.

The Martial Saint calmly inquired, "Your injuries haven't healed yet?"

Zhou Cang coughed stiffly, "My lord, I'm fine. I'm no slouch when it comes to fighting on the battlefield."

The Martial Saint remained silent for a long while. Then, he pulled a round, soft bun from his chest.

Looking at the steamed bun from the side, Zhou Cang saw that the lord had taken it out from under his arm, and his expression immediately changed.

The Martial Saint's answer was unequivocal: "I ate it."

Zhou Cang arrived early to feed the horses and indeed didn't have time for breakfast. With a serious expression, he swallowed the steamed bun in one gulp, treating it as a task.

The Martial Saint carefully observed Zhou Cang's expression, which remained unchanged. After waiting a moment, he composed himself and asked, "Is there anything unusual you're feeling?"

This question completely stumped Zhou Cang. He pondered deeply, frowned in confusion, and scratched his head: "My lord, I don't feel anything."

Qi Ye was puzzled. He had used a health-restoring meat bun and was hoping for a miracle, but he didn't expect to waste it like that.

After the Martial Saint wreaked havoc in Han Zong's camp, his total number of kills was [736], and he successfully leveled up to level seven. He had stockpiled seven health-restoring buns, which he was reluctant to use.

Looking back on that impulsive decision, I feel quite frustrated. From now on, I will never make decisions on a whim again.

Guan Yu couldn't control his body, but his mind remained clear. There were no meat buns in his arms. He hadn't been to the kitchen, and he hadn't eaten anything.

The meat bun jumped out on its own.

These incredible methods led Guan Yu to suspect that the meat buns must be incredibly valuable. Recalling the injuries he had just discovered on Zhou Cang's body, he suspected they had been "healed."

Some people are truly oblivious to their own good fortune.

Seeing the Martial Saint's disappointed expression, Zhou Cang suddenly clenched his fist and said, "My lord, give me another one, I'm sure I can taste the saltiness."

The Martial Saint said coldly, "Get lost, you've missed your chance!"

Zhou Cang sighed in frustration: "My lord, what did I do wrong?"

The Martial Saint glared back: "Go and repair the Green Dragon Crescent Blade."

Zhou Cang shrank back and clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying, "Yes, sir."

When Wu Sheng returned to the county government office, he saw breakfast laid out on the table.

Wang Fu brewed himself a pot of fragrant tea, and seeing Guan Yu enter, he invited him in:

"My lord, come and have something to eat. We have bran cakes and horse meat porridge."

Zhao Lei, quick-witted and agile, concealed a pot of turbid wine with his sleeve and placed it in an inconspicuous spot under the table. "My lord is still injured; he cannot drink wine lightly."

The Martial Saint ignored their petty tricks, knelt in front of the brazier, and drank a large bowl of porridge.

To be honest, I didn't really feel or taste anything.

Yi Ji strode in, cupped his hands in greeting, and said happily, "Your Excellency is here too! That's wonderful! I've been looking everywhere for you."

The Martial Saint's eyes were clear: "What is it?"

Yi Ji blurted out, "Zhuge Jin, the envoy of Eastern Wu, requests an audience with you, my lord."

The Martial Saint snorted coldly, "Let him in."

Yi Ji hurriedly went to invite them, and soon the sound of carriages and horses could be heard outside the hall. The group of people paused for a moment, and only two people entered.

Zhuge Jin, his robes fluttering, strode forward and bowed respectfully.

"Wu minister Zhuge Jin, on the orders of the Grand Commander, has come to pay his respects to you, my lord."

The Martial Saint stroked his magnificent beard and said in a gentle tone, "Sit."

Zhuge Jin, with impeccable manners, reminisced: "Guan Yu flooded the seven armies, captured Yu Jin, and beheaded Pang De, his might shaking the entire land. This caused the mountains and rivers south of Xuchang to tremble, and the King of Wei almost moved the capital to avoid his advance. This truly demonstrates the pinnacle of a great general's military prowess..."

In the end, his confidence waned because the atmosphere around him was really strange.

The Martial Saint frowned: "Your brother Kongming is an official in Shu. Considering this friendship, I, Guan, will give you a chance to speak like a human being."

Zhuge Jin dared not be negligent any longer, sat up straight, and looked up at Guan Yu:

"After the Grand Commander captured Jiangling, he did not mistreat the families of your troops. On the contrary, he provided them with full care and strictly ordered the Jiangdong youths not to harass civilians or enter their homes to extort money."

"Among the Grand Commander's troops was a fellow townsman from Runan who violated military discipline by taking a straw hat from a civilian's house. The Grand Commander, with tears in his eyes, executed him according to military law. As a result, the entire army became solemn and disciplined, and no one in Jiangling City picked up lost items on the road."

"The Grand Commander also specially arranged for personnel to visit the elderly in the city every day to check on their daily life and needs. If there was a shortage, he would replenish it in time. If anyone was sick, he would send doctors and medicine. He did everything he could to be benevolent and righteous."

The Martial Saint laughed loudly and boldly: "Did Lü Meng send you here to disrupt the morale of my army?"

Zhuge Jin's pupils contracted sharply, sensing the murderous intent in his tone, and he quickly added:

"Guan Yu had a daughter named Yan, courtesy name Yinping, who is now in my army camp. I am willing to exchange her freedom for the heads of Jiang Qin and Han Dang. Even if there were many disputes in the past, now that the dust has settled, peace should be the priority, so that the souls of the dead can rest in peace and the living can find solace."

The Martial Saint's expression was indifferent, showing neither joy nor sorrow.

Wang Fu, with a solemn expression, whispered in Guan Yu's ear: "My lord, this is no good, it's a treacherous scheme by a villain."

Qi Ye was well aware that Zhuge Jin, though outwardly smiling, was actually very calculating. The appearance of Guan Yu's daughter in the city would surely cause the army's morale to collapse.

The soldiers' families are all in Jiangling, their fates unknown, many without even a trace. Why should Guan Yu receive preferential treatment?

The defenders of Maicheng were clinging to life by sheer willpower and an indomitable spirit. Once that spirit was broken, the city would be lost.

We cannot let our soldiers, who have entrusted their lives to us, lose.