In the freezing cold, Wu Jun had just finished setting up camp and building palisades, and hadn't had time to build large siege weapons. They pushed their only four ladder carts forward, huffing and puffing.

The heavy shouts were resounding and orderly, with a noticeable pause in the footsteps.

Qi Ye thought to himself, "Oh no!" If these siege ladders were allowed to approach the city walls, even with the reserve forces inside the city pressing in, it would be impossible to defend Maicheng; the disparity in strength between the two sides was too great.

"On the first day of the siege, you ran into a Martial Saint who had gone berserk. You're just unlucky."

What does it matter if one person faces a thousand cavalry? Slowly cut them down, and the enemy will have no chance of survival.

However, the situation on the battlefield is ever-changing. Some thieves, disregarding martial ethics, ganged up on an old man who was a martial saint.

Red Hare galloped forward, scooping up snow and mud, followed by a thousand riders galloping after it, tearing up a layer of grass and soil.

The sound of hooves thundered as the light cavalry of Eastern Wu pursued relentlessly, their battle cries shaking the fields. They drew their bows and shot arrows at Red Hare.

Horses are unarmored and therefore most vulnerable.

Arrows rained down as the Martial Saint darted left and right, maneuvering nimbly. If Red Hare were struck by an arrow and fell, it would be swarmed and torn apart by a pack of rats in an instant.

"Damn it, charging into the crowd will slow down my horse, and staying on the edge will make me vulnerable to guerrilla fire. If I switched to an ordinary horse, the Martial Saint would have become an enemy soldier by now. Luckily, I have this divine steed by my side."

In a moment of desperation, Qi Ye manipulated the Martial Saint to cut down a cavalryman and then pressed the mount button.

The Martial Saint changed his mount, capturing a warhorse, and rode alongside Red Hare. Red Hare neighed loudly, expressing its discontent. The Martial Saint leaped lightly into the air, returning to his position, demonstrating his superb horsemanship. He used the captured warhorse to cover Red Hare's charge.

Countless arrows soared through the air, piercing the backs of the fleeing horses ahead, turning them into pincushions on one side, before crashing down with a deafening roar onto the wall of men. The Wu soldiers' agonizing screams rose from the ground.

The agonizing, suspended feeling of those screams made Qi Ye unable to stop. If those scoundrels continued their arrogant and domineering ways, attempting to seize Jingzhou, they would surely meet a violent end.

Taking advantage of the momentum, the Martial Saint charged forward, slashing at the siege ladder. A enemy soldier suddenly pulled off his helmet and hurled it. A flash of light pierced through the formation, and with a single stroke, the enemy soldier's neck spurted out, and he died instantly.

As soon as Wu Jia turned around, he saw his comrade dead and shouted, "Stop Guan Yu!"

A stray arrow flew towards them, and the Martial Saint swiftly raised his left shoulder armor to parry it with a clang. He then drew his crescent blade and slashed at the siege ladder.

boom!

The towering ladder truck plummeted towards the crowd, its shadow widening.

"No!!"

Wu Jun scattered and fled, but was struck by the heavy beam and coughed up blood.

The Martial Saint, wielding his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, spurred his horse forward, slaughtering all around: "You audacious madmen! Lay down your weapons and offer your necks for slaughter!"

He continued charging towards the next ladder truck, where he became embroiled in a fierce battle.

Ding Feng grabbed the reins and shouted several times, "Forget about Guan Yu, charge into the city for me!"

The massive Wu army rushed towards the city gate, fearless of death.

Qi Ye looked at the mini-map, his heart filled with vigilance: "The Martial Saint must return to defend in order to hold the city gate."

The four great achievements in ancient warfare were: charging into battle, being the first to scale the walls, beheading the enemy general, and capturing the flag! Just like people today working themselves to the bone for money!

You can't turn your life around by working or buying lottery tickets, but if you have enough strength and courage, being the first to climb a mountain can truly turn your life around.

As ordinary citizens, we would probably starve to death at home. We were lucky enough to become soldiers and live a few more years. But as long as we're in the army, we're going to die sooner or later, so we might as well take a gamble.

The vanguard camp had the best food, the best clothing, the best weapons, the best armor, and the best treatment.

If you're lucky enough to be the first to capture a city, you'll be promoted to a higher rank and title, your family's genealogy will have a separate page, you'll go from poor peasant to landlord, and your social class will change.

Therefore, we must not underestimate Wu Jun's determination to break through the city; those cowards are truly willing to risk their lives.

The towering ladder trucks rolled across the earth, advancing with a rumbling sound, like giant beasts.

Even the Martial Saint, standing amidst a massive Wu army of ten thousand, couldn't help but feel his own insignificance. He couldn't kill them all; he simply couldn't kill them all.

The clang of metal clashed and sparks flew, the sound of wind breaking as locusts swarmed in, and blood rained down in an instant, splashing directly onto people's faces, and corpses were trampled into dust and snow.

Wu Bing drew his bow and fired in rapid succession, the bowstring taut and the arrows flying swiftly. Stray arrows often wounded his own men, drawing angry curses and slang.

The Martial Saint galloped wildly on his horse, his blade flashing as he slashed at the archer formation. Someone quickly drew a short bow to parry, and with a "crack," the bow broke and the string snapped!

The archer flipped his wrist, drew his ring-pommel sword from his waist, and slashed. The two swords clashed, the ring-pommel sword snapped with a clang, and half of his body was sliced ​​off by the crescent-shaped blade.

The Martial Saint swung his blade, instantly severing the main beam of the cloud ladder, causing the carriage to overturn with a crash. He spurred his horse, broke through the encirclement once more, and stood on his horse to observe the battle from the wind.

The city gate has been blocked, and the enemy troops are densely packed together.

Qi Ye looked at the minimap, but all he could see were red dots, making it impossible to pinpoint Lu Meng and Ding Feng's locations again.

Two ladder trucks, using articulated ladders as attack tools, were used to raise and tilt the ladders forward by Wu soldiers using a man-made winch after the trucks approached the walls of Maicheng.

Once the top of the ladder touches the city wall, the iron hook at the top of the ladder is hooked onto the top of the wall, and the soldiers quickly climb the ladder and attack from above.

"Take Maicheng, achieve merit, achieve merit!" Wu Jun cheered each other on, advancing with shields raised.

Boulders, logs, and icicles were hurled from the city walls, causing the Wu soldiers to scream in agony. However, the walls were not high enough to deter them. Those Wu soldiers who fell from the walls suffered only minor injuries.

Guan Ping, disregarding his own safety, shouted: "The general is still fighting desperately outside the city. Brothers, let's strive together to achieve glory and hold out until the general returns!"

The defenders shouted to embolden themselves, and they leaped into battle in response.

In the ensuing close combat, the city gate fell in less than a quarter of an hour. A large number of Wu soldiers rushed in, their voices tumbling out in a foreign language.

They are soldiers from Danyang!

The Danyang soldiers were elite infantrymen from Danyang County, Yangzhou, known for their bravery, fighting prowess, and hard work. Most of them were local Yue people who were fond of fighting.

Tao Qian, with his Danyang troops, quelled the Yellow Turban Rebellion and bandits in Xuzhou, establishing his own independent regime in the province. He once gifted several thousand Danyang soldiers to the Imperial Uncle, who became the backbone of the Imperial Uncle's base in Xuzhou.

Eastern Wu used its elite Danyang troops to storm the city gate and quickly breached the defenses.

"You cowardly rats, how dare you be so insolent!" Zhou Cang roared, as reinforcements arrived.

In an instant, the crowd surged forward, shouts deafening, as they charged and pressed forward. They raised their iron shields high, each wielding a ring-pommel sword, and stood in a formidable formation to fight the enemy.

Zhou Cang struggled through the crowd, stood tall at the front, gripped his sword tightly with both hands, and swung it violently, sending blood and flesh flying everywhere.

The Danyang soldiers surged forward like a tide, their faces contorted with rage. They grew even more ferocious at the sight of blood, roaring and brandishing their swords as they charged forward.

A cold light flashed as the blade struck, clanging loudly. The ring-pommel sword slammed into the iron shield, followed by a continuous burst of metallic sounds.

Zhou Cang raised his sword high and slashed down at the leading Jiangdong enemy soldier, his thunderous roar: "Die!!"

The blade sliced ​​through the air, tearing flesh apart with a resounding crash.

"This won't do." Qi Ye made the judgment, and glanced at the total number of enemies killed, which had reached [1005].

He clicked the breakthrough button, and the Martial Saint's body shimmered with light, reaching level ten.

[Script Battle Gameplay Unlocked]: Players need to complete the script storyline, then select the "Unrivaled Warrior" difficulty in the game settings to complete the challenge.

Upon completing the first scenario, you will be rewarded with the "Six Harmonies Divine Qi Gong". Your character will then cultivate the "Six Harmonies Divine Qi Gong", gaining control over internal energy and enabling them to unleash sword energy with their crescent blade, granting them area-of-effect attacks.

Qi Ye was dumbfounded. He still had to complete the script's storyline? There wasn't enough time, so he simply dismounted and made the Martial Saint walk.

Red Hare pawed restlessly, its eyes filled with anger and confusion as it looked at the Martial Saint.

"Listen to me, go back to the city, I'm about to unleash a massacre!"

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