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

Wu's army launched a fierce offensive, using the Danyang soldiers as the spearhead to breach the city. They roared like wild beasts, charging forward without regard for their own lives.

The Yue people live in the mountains and value bravery. Only the strongest and fiercest can claim the throne, seize food, and continue their bloodline.

Sun Jiao was surrounded by the fiercest Danyang soldiers as his personal guards. As a member of the Eastern Wu imperial family, he was very good at winning people's hearts.

On one occasion, Wu Shuo, a subordinate officer, captured a large number of civilians from the north. Although they were called civilians, they were actually smuggling gangsters.

Sun Jiao feigned ignorance and said frankly, "Today we are punishing the Cao family. What crime have their people committed? From now on, do not harm the elderly and weak of Wei!"

As a result, Wu Shuo was forced to release these people, and Sun Jiao became famous in the Jianghuai region. Many desperate people from the north, burdened by corvée labor, chose to submit to him.

In his youth, Sun Jiao traveled extensively in the Jiangnan region, where he befriended many powerful leaders of the Yue tribes, showering them with gifts and forming sworn brotherhoods with them. He repeatedly helped the Yue tribes defeat and annex enemy forces, thus earning their deep trust and respect, and being regarded as their chieftain.

The elite Danyang soldiers became his sharpest sword.

In the Battle of Jingzhou, Sun Jiao was originally the Right Commander-in-Chief, but he was overtaken by Lü Meng and became the successor, thus relegated to a lower position.

Fu Shiren surrendered, Mi Fang surrendered, and finally Pan Jun, whose status in Jingzhou was second only to Guan Yu, also surrendered.

The attack on Jingzhou went without a single fierce battle; Lü Meng reaped the benefits for nothing.

Sun Jiao was unconvinced, but Lü Meng had taken Jingzhou by his own merits, and he had nothing to say about it.

Now, you're so hesitant and timid when attacking even a small city like Maicheng. What kind of hero are you!

"The cities that Lü Meng dares not attack, I will attack. Lü Meng values ​​his own life, so let him hide behind us. The gates of Maicheng are open; if we cannot take it, how can we face the Emperor?"

"Give the order: Beat the drums!"

At Sun Jiao's command, the thunderous drumbeats stirred the hearts of the soldiers, adding to the morale of the Danyang troops.

"You scoundrel, stop your arrogance!" Zhou Cang thrust his longsword forward, cutting through the wind. Three Danyang soldiers were caught in the blade's edge, and the sounds of flesh tearing apart suddenly rang out.

A head flew through the air, a severed arm flew through the air, a man's chest was ripped open, and blood and limbs rained down on the long bluestone street. The defenders' shield formation pressed forward, protecting the city gate.

The battle grew increasingly fierce, with over a hundred corpses strewn about. The Danyang soldiers, fearing the shield formation, retreated slightly. Behind them, the crowd surged, and a chieftain shouted an order. More than twenty Danyang archers lined up in three rows in the narrow passage, bows drawn and pointing in unison.

In an instant, Zhou Cang realized the danger and swiftly retreated into the formation. Shields crashed together, forming an impenetrable wall. Arrows struck the shields, making a clanging sound.

Another arrow whistled through the air, striking Zhou Cang in the arm, blood dripping down. He snapped the arrow in two, screaming hysterically, "Attack! Seal off the city gate! Only you, my lord, may pass through!"

His old shoulder wound had mysteriously healed. Before he could accomplish anything, he was struck by an arrow. Unwilling to give up, he immediately led his shield formation forward, and the fighting resumed.

Outside the city, the Martial Saint heard the loud drumbeats and looked in that direction with sharp eyes.

Looking at Zhou Cang guarding the city gate, Qi Ye felt his blood boil and couldn't help but complain:

"This game is trash. When are you going to add a training system? The soldiers can't level up, at least let a few generals keep up with the Martial Saint!"

"With so many soldiers sacrificed, am I really going to destroy Wu all by myself?"

Even if one were to fight against a thousand, it would take forever to achieve that goal.

The sound of hooves drew near, followed by the flash of a blade. The Martial Saint ducked to avoid it, his crescent-shaped blade gleaming coldly as he slashed across the air. The Wu rider was cleaved in two, blade and all, as blood rained down.

The thief appeared again from the side, his spear tip piercing the wind. The Martial Saint's eyes widened in shock, his pupils blazing with ferocity, and his crescent blade swept across the waist with the force of wind and thunder.

Blood gushed into the sky, the body was severed in two, and the intestines and internal organs gushed to the ground, still carrying the heat of the lungs.

"Click!"

The fearless martial saint charged into the enemy formation; with a flash of his blade, the siege ladder was severed.

As the Wu soldiers attacked the city from the ladders, they lost their balance and fell one after another, their cries of agony echoing throughout the city.

"The third one, there's one more!" Qi Ye had eased the enemy's offensive and was pondering what to do next.

The thunderous drumbeats rose up noisily, drowning out the boisterous voices of the crowd.

Qi Ye shifted his gaze and spotted a proud "Sun" flag. For some reason, just looking at it made him angry, as if some mysterious force was drawing him in.

The drumbeats were coming from over there. It was indulgence, provocation, and courting death.

"What a clever scheme to sell the first item by simply placing a price tag on it!"

With a single strike, the Martial Saint broke through the encircling wall of men, slaying three enemies in one step, and went straight for Wu Zhi.

Those who faced them were invincible, their momentum like a tiger driving a flock of sheep, their boundless spirit soaring to the heavens.

Wu Jun, who was nearby, felt a deep shock. The strong stench of blood filled his nostrils and mouth; it was all from his comrades. They forgot to breathe for a moment, but their feet naturally and skillfully retreated, beyond their conscious control.

Fear of death is a human instinct.

"Guan Yu is here! Guan Yu is coming for us!" Shock and panic erupted beneath the banners of Eastern Wu.

Sun Jiao gazed coldly ahead, where the bright sunlight had vanished, disappearing into the clouds. Above the Wu army's formation, sandbags flew out continuously, accompanied by piercing screams. A bloodthirsty aura hung over the heads of every Jiangdong soldier.

The crescent blade is indestructible and very powerful.

Wu Shuo urged loudly, "General, let's retreat for now. No one can stop Guan Yu."

Sun Jiao's face flushed red, and she screamed hysterically, "What do you mean no one can stop us? Tell me, what do you mean no one can stop us!"

Wu Shuo composed himself: "Jiang Qin is dead, Han Dang is dead, General, you should avoid them."

Sun Jiao smiled contemptuously: "A bunch of fighting generals, daring to kill Guan Yu and achieve unparalleled merit, what great things can they accomplish by being brave and ruthless!"

Wu Shuo waved his fist and retorted loudly, "General, they are not that shallow. It's just that Guan Yu is too strong."

Sun Jiao's voice was fierce: "No matter how ruthless you are, can you be more ruthless than the Overlord? I have three hundred Danyang soldiers before me, enough to fight even a resurrected Overlord!"

Three hundred elite soldiers from Danyang stood in imposing formation. Their spears and halberds gleamed in the sunlight, their cold light chilling, their presence unassailable.

The Martial Saint charged forward without even taking a breath. Beneath his calm eyes lay a bloodthirsty madness. Facing the Danyang soldiers who stood ready with spears, halberds, swords, and shields, his body stood as imposing as a mountain, his armor gleaming with blood, his aura terrifying in all directions.

The Jiangdong youths around him stole a glance and were immediately terrified, a chill running down their spines.

How can a mortal body unleash such earth-shaking power?

Is this not a martial saint descending to earth? Just standing amidst the dense ranks of people, it's as if he has slaughtered countless lives, leaving behind a scene of overwhelming bloodshed.

The Martial Saint's expression was solemn and serene. In an instant, he stepped forward, brandishing his sword, and strange phenomena arose.

boom!

The front-row sword and shield soldiers flew backward, smashing into people and piling up like a mountain, quickly clearing a path.

The Danyang soldiers remained calm and focused, determined to defeat this ferocious beast in an instant, without losing their formation. The deaths of their comrades had absolutely nothing to do with them; their indifference was utterly appalling.

"Kill Guan Yu! Let him see for himself the bond and ties between us!" Sun Jiao shouted, raising his arm and personally beating the drum.

dong dong!dong dong!

The Danyang soldiers, spears and halberds in hand, strode forward, their blood boiling, their killing intent palpable. The aura of elite troops they exuded was enough to send shivers down one's spine!

The Martial Saint moved slowly, exuding an invincible aura, and unleashed a single slash. With a deafening roar, it stirred up a thousand waves of energy. With this single strike, spring was brought to the Jiangdong youths in the dead of winter.