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

Staying in a safe, comfortable, and carefree environment for too long can really kill a player's fighting spirit.

Qi Ye searched for the term "Shenxing Sanguo" online, and all the results that popped up were "Planning the World" (a popular Chinese idiom for conquering the world), with comments like "Why is Shenxing Sanguo gone?"

He clicked on it and found that they were all games that had absolutely nothing to do with each other, and he felt a chill for no reason.

Search engines these days are getting increasingly audacious. You can't find any of the information you're looking for, but searching for medical records brings up tons of hospital listings.

Is this a legitimate hospital? Why is it being used?

"The better the game's secrecy, the better for me. Once it passes closed beta, I'm going to make my first fortune."

Qi Ye reviewed all the details of the negotiation and recorded them neatly in a document.

To be a gaming blogger, you need to edit your own videos and craft your own copy.

Along the way, I have developed good professional habits.

Having watched too many short videos, Qi Ye used to complain to his parents when he was young that they hadn't caught the wave of short videos in the first thirty years of reform. It wasn't until he joined the short video wave with great ambition that he realized how difficult it was.

The next generation's impression of cash is similar to our impression of food coupons. With increasingly rigid social classes, earning money is becoming more difficult. Will they also blame their parents for not having lived through the golden age of making money through short videos where people could act coy and grotesque?

"I just need to steadfastly do what I love, and success or failure is up to fate."

Qi Ye rallied his spirits and continued the game with the utmost enthusiasm and anticipation.

The Martial Saint looked down at Zhuge Jin with disdain: "If Eastern Wu adds another thousand shi of grain, I, Guan, will agree to your proposal."

Maicheng had a population of four thousand. If the people were kept alive and the garrison was well-fed, a thousand shi of grain could last for four or five days.

The request is not excessive.

Wang Fu was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes. He had thoroughly plundered Maicheng, but the grain supply could only last for about seven days. He was the one who painstakingly provided for the food and fodder for the people and horses within the city.

My lord, you've finally taken it to heart.

Zhao Lei suddenly understood, thinking to himself, "Your Excellency's response was truly brilliant."

Zhuge Jin, under the banner of righteousness, seized the initiative. This kind of overt strategy is the most difficult to counter. Whether one refuses or agrees, one will be at a disadvantage.

Now, things have taken a turn for the better, and with a single sentence from the Martial Saint, the momentum has been brought back under control.

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Yi Ji was deeply shaken: "My lord, you have opened up a new path."

Didn't Zhuge Jin speak with such righteous indignation? If they wouldn't even give a thousand shi of grain, it shows that the prisoner exchange itself was a shrewd "calculation".

The Martial Saint remained calm, sipped his tea, and waited patiently for a reply.

Zhuge Jin had a thousand arguments in his mind. Unfortunately, he made too many promises at the beginning, and now he's shooting himself in the foot.

He was a smart man; he knew that Guan Yu had something else to say next.

Do the dead not deserve rest? Do the living not deserve comfort?

Haggling will ultimately not bring any advantage. Fortunately, Zhuge Jin has already achieved his goal.

The deaths of Jiang Qin and Han Dang had a tremendous impact on Jiangdong, shaking the morale of the soldiers.

It is His Majesty's will that they be allowed to be buried.

If Guan Yu were truly angered, a mere woman might not be able to change the course of a battle.

In chaotic times, how cold and indifferent people can be.

Zhuge Jin, having escaped from the devastated Xuzhou and endured a long and arduous journey south alone to care for his stepmother, knew all too well.

"good."

Qi Ye waited a few breaths and heard the simplest reply, feeling slightly disappointed.

Zhuge Jin's magnanimity, spirit, and strategy were extraordinary.

On the contrary, it makes the Martial Saint seem petty. A thousand bushels of grain, and a dignified Martial Saint dares to ask for it? What else could it be but a desperate situation?

"Orange, you tricked me! Damn it, I ordered too little. I really should have been more flexible."

Qi Ye was filled with regret. He should have asked for 10,000 shi (a unit of dry measure) to deliver a devastating blow to Zhuge Jin.

Seeing Zhuge Jin's calm and composed demeanor, who wouldn't be angry?

The two sides exchanged views amicably and decided that Zhuge Jin would take away the heads of Jiang Qin and Han Dang. Upon returning to camp, he immediately released the prisoners.

The group arrived at the city wall, their expressions solemn.

Zhao Lei looked at the bamboo pole supporting his head and ordered, "Put it down."

"Wait a minute."

After Zhuge Jin stopped them, he ordered his attendants to prepare pork and fine wine, which were then laid out on the sacrificial altar. He first poured the wine onto the ground and offered a prayer:

"You, Gongyi, were loyal and diligent, selflessly serving the country. Now that Eastern Wu is at peace, it is thanks to your kindness. On behalf of the Emperor, I respectfully thank you for your integrity!"

The guards sensed something was amiss and all looked towards Guan Yu. They awaited only the order to overturn the sacrificial altar.

The Martial Saint remained calm and unmoved: "A mere trifle, not worth mentioning."

Zhuge Jin looked at the Martial Saint and cupped his hands, saying:

"Guan Yu may not know this, but Gong Yi was a frugal man. His mother lived in a coarse cloth curtain and plain quilt, and his wives and concubines wore cloth skirts. The Emperor specially ordered the Imperial Household Department to make brocade quilts and change the curtains for Jiang's mother, and bestowed brocade upon his wives and concubines. After he returned, he ordered them all to be changed."

"Everyone knows the Supreme Commander who encourages learning; his name is known throughout the land, he is no ordinary person. Little do they know that Gong Yi is also here; he has always been humble and studious, putting public interest before private gain..."

The Martial Saint's expression was cold: "A defeated general is not worth mentioning!"

Zhuge Jin bowed deeply to Guan Yu, then turned to the altar, offering bundles of straw and libations.

"Lord Yi was loyal and brave throughout his life, following his lord to expand the territory, his iron cavalry sweeping across the rivers. Now the mountains and rivers still stand, but the old friend has departed. I, Jin, am here on your orders to offer this fine wine to comfort your loyal soul: the great cause of Eastern Wu has a successor, and you may rest in peace."

The servants of Eastern Wu carefully removed Jiang Qin's head and presented it on a plate. The neck and mouth had turned black, and the flesh had shrunk to a purplish-brown, as if flies and maggots were swarming between the eye sockets and between the teeth.

Empty eyes, staring intently ahead.

Qi Ye's curiosity was piqued, and he clicked the mouse. Suddenly, his head swelled and enlarged. His Sanity value plummeted instantly—it was too real and too eerie.

"Did I kill him? Why are you showing me so clearly!"

It seems that's true.

Guomenase.

Guomenase.

I'll never do it again!

The servants carefully placed the head into the box, their demeanor one of reverence. Their hearts were filled with awe and reverence.

Jiang Qin and Han Dang were both powerful and influential figures in Eastern Wu. They were legendary figures among the people of Jiangdong, revered by all.

Now that the general has died on the battlefield, his body is wrapped in horsehide, a scene of utter desolation. Who could not feel sorrow?

His hero is my enemy.

Qi Ye now thinks about it: using two useless heads to exchange for a hostage and supplies.

They made a killing!

Zhuge Jin's resolve grew increasingly weak. Before departing, he offered his heartfelt advice: "My lord, our isolated city is without provisions or reinforcements, and is on the verge of collapse. Why not submit to the Lord of Wu and retake Jingzhou?"

The Martial Saint remained calm throughout: "Send 10,000 shi of grain and fodder, and I, Guan, will open the gates of Maicheng to welcome Lü Meng. I am willing to sign a written agreement."

Zhuge Jin smiled, cupped his hands in farewell, and took his leave. What use would Guan Yu have for ten thousand bushels of grain if he truly wanted to surrender?

The garrison watched the delegation leave warily, their emotions a mixture of feelings and frustration.

Qi Ye was naturally calm. At worst, he would just develop his strength and level up stealthily, then fight his way through the chaotic world and let Liu Bei be the one who won without lifting a finger.