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

"Look, everyone, look! How can there be such a faithless scoundrel in the world? He's despised by both gods and ghosts! Guan, you promised to open the city gates after taking the grain!"

"I'll spit in your face and condemn your heart!"

Ding Feng rushed ahead and arrived at Maicheng to challenge Guan Yu to battle. He shouted himself hoarse, accusing Guan Yu of being unrighteous, unjust, and untrustworthy.

Upon hearing this, the defending soldiers were filled with righteous indignation, their hearts burning with anger.

The veins on the back of Guan Ping's hand bulged: "General, let this humble general go into battle and slay this wicked beast."

The Martial Saint's eyes gleamed with pride: "At such a young age, you become enraged at the slightest provocation. How can you expect to achieve great things in the future! As a person and a general, one must be magnanimous and broad-minded."

Guan Ping glared at the Wu general and memorized his appearance.

Ding Feng rode his horse with increasing arrogance: "You traitor Guan, do you think that by breaking your promise and locking yourself in the city, we can't do anything to you?"

Wu Jun, with his superior numbers and overwhelming force, slowly adjusted his formation, exuding an invisible pressure.

Lu Meng's face was resolute as he raised his arm high: "Beat the drums to cheer on General Ding!"

The rousing drumbeats resounded one after another, and the Wu army stomped their feet vigorously, striking their shields and armor with their weapons, displaying high morale.

Lü Ba was overjoyed, dancing with glee: "Once word gets out that today's events, the world will only know my father, not Guan Yu! Anyone who dares to mock the Grand Commander of Eastern Wu must pay the price!"

Lu Meng's eyes were dark and unfathomable, and he remained motionless. How could he care about mere empty fame? Right now, he only wanted Guan Yu's head, to remove the mountain hanging over Eastern Wu in one fell swoop, and report to the Supreme Emperor with a calm and composed demeanor.

Only by utilizing the natural barrier of the Yangtze River could they further contend with Cao Wei. Ultimately, in Lü Meng's mind, Western Shu was meant to be sacrificed. The real enemy was Cao Cao in the north, and the powerful Cao Wei.

On the city wall, the soldiers' morale wavered. The Wu army was too arrogant, too domineering, and too despicable.

Guan Yu, sword in hand, stood on his horse, surveying the world with disdain: "Send the order: open the city gates!"

The defending soldiers were immediately stunned, a profound shock washing over them. The Wu army outside the city numbered at least 30,000, and opening the city gates at this moment did not seem like a wise choice.

"Your Excellency has slain Han Dang and Jiang Qin, and your power has shaken Jingchu. How could you possibly fear Eastern Wu!"

"It's just a final battle, right? I'll fight to the death. Wu can't possibly take two of my lives."

"To follow you out in battle is the mark of a true hero."

The defenders were on the verge of losing control, their blood boiling. Faced with the overwhelming force of the Wu army outside the city, a force a hundred times larger, no one could remain completely calm.

The Martial Saint's imposing voice boomed: "Tanzhi, is this how you manage your subordinates?"

Guan Ping calmly suppressed his agitation, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead. Everyone's emotions were very unstable. They might swarm forward, or they might scatter in a chaotic frenzy.

It's just a matter of a fleeting thought; it wouldn't be surprising to make any choice on the battlefield.

Ding Feng galloped across the battlefield, laughing wildly: "Guan, you call yourself a hero, but you're nothing but a dog, an old thief, a stupid thief!"

The city gates of Maicheng swung open with a loud clang, casting a vast expanse of light and shadow that foreshadowed a great future.

The Martial Saint stroked his long beard, his phoenix eyes blazing with power: "All heroes under heaven tremble at the mere mention of my name. You coward, dare you reveal your name and challenge me to a duel to the death?!"

Ding Feng turned his warhorse around and rode towards the rear, leaving behind a cloud of dust.

The soldiers on the city wall, seeing what was happening before them, booed loudly, their contemptuous laughter undisguised, their hearts filled with sweetness.

"Thief general, thief general, quickly state your name! Don't just keep showing your ass, hahahaha!"

The horse galloped rapidly, and seeing that Guan Yu was not pursuing, Ding Fengcai reined in his horse and looked back:

"Guan, you traitor! How dare you show your face in public? You've broken your promise!"

With a light click of the mouse, Qi Ye learned some basic information about Ding Feng. This guy was even more alive than Sun Shiwan, having lived through the reigns of four monarchs, from Sun Quan to Sun Hao. No wonder he had such keen insight.

Ding Feng's retreat left the Wu army feeling uneasy, their frustration written all over their faces.

Lu Ba roared, "Ding Feng has disgraced the fighting spirit of the Jiangdong people and must be severely punished!"

Lu Meng stared intently, offering no comment. Guan Yu, capable of slaying Han Dang and Jiang Qin, must possess extraordinary abilities. If Ding Feng didn't retreat, he would be killed on the spot, a loss far outweighing the gains.

The Martial Saint stood unmoved between Maicheng and the Wu army. With just a glance, the nearby Wu soldiers were almost terrified.

Guan Ping, accompanied by his trusted men, captured the three men and brought them to the city wall, posing as if to interrogate them.

One man cried out, "Grand Commander, I have rendered service to the country and passed a message to General Pan Zhang. Save me!"

It turned out that they were all spies of Wu's army within the city. After Guan Ping exposed them, he did not rush to take action, but instead laid a long line to catch the big fish, uprooting all the hidden traitors.

"cut!"

At Guan Ping's command, a head flew down from the city walls, blood spurting out.

The remaining two burst into tears, one of them yelling at the top of his lungs, "Grand Commander, I am your fellow townsman Genzi, Runan Genzi! Take good care of my old mother!"

With two clean snaps, the door was tidied up neatly.

The 30,000 Wu soldiers outside the city were filled with shame and indignation, and they all lowered their heads. They numbered 30,000, yet they couldn't intimidate the small city of Maicheng!

Xia Xun, a former subordinate of Han Dang, charged forward on horseback, spear in hand, shouting: "Guan, you traitor, come and avenge my master's death!"

Lu Meng tried to stop them, but he couldn't stop someone from throwing their life away.

Wu Jun's face lit up with excitement, and he shouted, "A true hero of Jiangdong!"

Carrying the hopes of 30,000 people, Xia Xun approached the towering figure, as majestic as Mount Tai, and thrust his spear across the ground.

The crescent blade swung up suddenly, sweeping across the spear shaft with a "crack," and before the momentum could subside, it slammed into the helmet.

The helmet shattered and flew off, carrying the large body backward off the horse, tumbling thirty paces before coming to a stop.

Cerebrospinal fluid, which encapsulates the brain, flows out of the nostrils and ears along with bright red blood.

The Martial Saint calmly sheathed his sword, as if he had done something insignificant.

"Selling the first item at a price!"

The heavy tone ripped away Wu Jun's last fig leaf, leaving his thick skin feeling as if it had been pierced by a thousand arrows. They suddenly understood Ding Feng and realized that a temporary retreat wasn't anything shameful.

Wu Jun is facing the number one martial artist of the day.

The Martial Saint rode freely on the battlefield, shouting loudly, "The gates of Maicheng are open! I, Guan Yu, keep my promise and await you at any time!"

Opening the city gates to the enemy is not unprecedented in history. However, given such a vast disparity in strength, any scheme or trickery must be carefully considered; can it truly succeed?

Lü Meng failed to destroy Guan Yu's "trustworthiness," but instead found himself constrained, his attempt to steal a chicken backfired. He had never felt such humiliation since he began leading an army.

Even if the Wu army wins this battle and takes Maicheng at a minimal cost, Guan Yu's "integrity" will still be recorded in history and spread throughout Jingchu.

The people of Jingzhou would chant slogans of supporting the Han dynasty and follow in the footsteps of Guan Yu.

"Guan Yu, are you going to prove your innocence with your death? He's already sixty years old, why can't you just die!"

Lu Meng looked at Guan Yu, who resembled a war god descending to earth, and felt pity on his face.

Even so, he was determined to take Jingzhou and Maicheng.

This is destiny.