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

A magnificent banner once again stands outside Maicheng, fluttering in the wind.

"Huh?!" Qi Ye was puzzled, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.

Waaaaah—

A piercing bugle call rose from the ground, like a melody from the primordial wilderness. After a brief period of chaos, the Jiangdong soldiers bravely continued their advance towards Maicheng.

"It must have been the white-shirt guy who did this secretly, I'm really impressed."

Qi Ye gazed intently at the banner, this was the first time he had ever paid such close attention to an NPC.

No matter how powerful a martial saint is, he becomes completely invisible in an army formation of a few hundred men. With thousands pressing in, he simply loses his presence.

Wu Jun now has 30,000 troops attacking the city.

"Okay, 30,000 it is, is that how you play?"

Qi Ye quickly made a judgment and continued to attack the banner, which would likely fall into the trap set by the man in white.

Sun Jiao was indeed a member of the Eastern Wu imperial family, but his influence in the army was far less than that of the White-Clad Brother.

If Lü Meng is willing to sacrifice a piece, then he is very likely to continue setting up a scheme under the banner.

Time is running out for the Martial Saint.

"A relentless surge of experience – is there a more satisfying way to level up?"

Qi Ye decided to return to the city gate and have a good fight, then level up in one go.

Upon reaching level ten, the Martial Saint possesses a robust physique and bones as strong as steel, capable of shattering stone tablets. For each subsequent level, one must kill one thousand enemies, up to level twenty.

After reaching level 20, one has made some progress in the "Six Harmonies Divine Qigong". One feels at ease in body and mind, with internal energy circulating smoothly, and can begin to draw upon the power of heaven and earth. The moves are executed freely and without constraint.

One against a thousand is no problem. Ultimately, leveling up is the core gameplay.

Killing the enemy after they've broken up doesn't count as experience points. Holding the city gates now is practically a tailor-made upgrade path for a martial saint.

"By order of the Grand Commander, stop Guan Yu, or face death." The messenger rode up and relayed the military order to Wu Shuo.

Wu Shuo was completely bewildered: "Are you really trying to send me to my death?! Who does my life bother?"

Not everyone is qualified to be a rat. Wu Shuo had nowhere to retreat, so he gritted his teeth and charged forward. Wu Jun gathered his strength and focused his mind, his imposing iron armor pressing down, his halberds poised to strike.

The crescent blade struck the armor with a resounding clang, the metal clashing against the steel, a tremendous force surging forth. The bandits were dragged back, their halberds snapping in two with a sudden crack.

"Selling the first item at a price!"

Suddenly, the crescent blade gleamed with blood, its light as bright as divine light, and its sharp edge struck Wu Shuo directly.

"Stop him, and I'll reward you with a thousand gold pieces; stop him, and I'll give you ten acres of fertile land!" Wu Shuo tried to find a tiny sense of security in the shouts.

In an instant, the bandits fell to the ground, their horses trampled underfoot, and agonizing screams filled the air.

"An ant trying to shake a tree." The Martial Saint was arrogant and domineering. In the next instant, his crescent blade clattered lightly as he swept it across his waist.

Wu Shuo's body snapped instantly, and he spun around on the spot, blood gushing out and soaking the ground.

"What a gruesome death... Guan Yu, you will die an even more gruesome death, absolutely... absolutely..."

The Martial Saint disregarded them and arrogantly charged towards the city gate, using his celestial body to suppress the bandits on par with the gods.

The crescent-shaped blade plunged straight into the infantry formation, shattering with a deafening roar and churning up waves of blood. Blade light flashed, creating a raging torrent of energy.

"Eleven hits in a row, that's a bit weak." Qi Ye clearly saw that the city gate was full of bandits, a huge, continuous mass. But when he charged in, he couldn't even land a decent combo.

I miss the "circle," "double whip," and "double sword" from Dynasty Warriors. They had many attack segments, detailed hit detection, and a single jump announcement could indicate dozens of hits in a combo.

Moreover, a small blue circle will appear under the character's feet every time the announcement is made.

This circle represents a hidden energy recovery, causing a slight increase in both the Musou gauge and the Awakening gauge.

"Maybe learning the Six Harmonies Divine Qi Gong will activate the game's functions," Qi Ye thought with anticipation.

Wu Jun roared and charged forward. The shields blocked the crescent blade with a deafening crash, sending the shield-bearers flying and spitting out blood. The sturdy breastplates shattered and crumbled in all directions.

The Martial Saint strode forward, sword in hand, his eyes blazing with divine light: "Those who block my path will be killed without mercy, regardless of their origins, background, or power!"

A dozen or so people flew horizontally together, spitting out crimson blood, and no one could withstand their attack.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Zhou Cang burst into arrogant laughter: "Hahaha, it's Lord Junhou! He's wreaking havoc outside the city; even these rats can't do anything about it."

The defenders mustered their last breath and shouted, "Mighty!" Their morale soared, and they fought bravely against the enemy.

Whenever they are in despair, they silently chant "My lord is here, my lord is here, my lord is still here," and a burst of power erupts from within them.

With a mighty roar of "Come and fight!", the Martial Saint's crescent blade cleaved shields, and halberds shattered on all sides. Enemy corpses piled up, forming mounds of bones, gradually rising from where they stood.

It can truly be said that one man wielding a sword can prevent ten thousand men from advancing.

The city gates were cleared of the bandits, and arrows rained down from the sky. The Martial Saint swung his weapon to parry them, but was struck by two arrows and let out a muffled groan.

"Another stray arrow." Qi Ye dodged nimbly, but ultimately had nowhere to dodge. Even a hastily equipped shield was of no use. After fighting his way through the battlefield, the Martial Saint's health bar had dropped to below half.

The Martial Saint's muscles bulged as he pulled out arrows one after another, drawing blood and flesh. His cold eyes flashed like lightning, his demeanor as awe-inspiring as a god.

Wu Jun gasped for breath, then swallowed hard. He truly lived up to his reputation as a ruthless man who could treat even the most grievous wounds with such efficiency and skill.

The Martial Saint brazenly pulled a meat bun from his robes, swallowed it whole, and his blood and energy surged. His every move was under the watchful eyes of his enemies; he revealed a weakness, yet no one dared to make a move.

The fighting stances of both sides froze abruptly. A cold wind swept in, and the Jiangdong soldiers couldn't help but shudder, holding their breath as they gazed up at Maicheng. They were uneasy, hesitant, and fearful.

Seeing this, Lü Ba's face darkened with anger: "General, the soldiers are afraid to advance! Please allow me to lead the supervisory team! I will surely rally our troops and capture Guan Yu!"

Lu Meng shook his head and said regretfully, "The soldiers have been outdoors for a long time, and their limbs are gradually becoming stiff, so it's inevitable that their morale will be low."

As he said this, he stared at the Martial Saint, a suppressed anger rising in his chest.

For those from humble backgrounds who aspire to greatness, life is fraught with peril. No one will stop them from falling into depravity, but if they yearn to rise above their circumstances and defy fate, countless people will stand in their way.

Even a one-man army has emerged; could it be that we were truly born at the wrong time?

Throughout his journey, Lü Meng chose to confront fate alone and embrace solitude. He overcame the greed, selfishness, laziness, fear, cowardice, and emotionality inherent in human nature, transforming himself into an outstanding commander.

He was never behind others in martial arts or academics. That's why Heaven arranged such an opponent for him.

"A person's greatest moment of glory is turning the tide when everyone thinks they are doomed. In the Battle of Red Cliffs, the Supreme Ruler and Zhou Yu did it. In the Battle of Maicheng, Guan Yu did it too. I, after all, still fall short..."

Lu Meng gazed longingly at Maicheng, a thought of retreat crossing his mind. He decided to let Guan Yu live for another day. With such severe injuries, he couldn't possibly fight tomorrow. If they continued to fight, even the elite Wu army might suffer losses in the cold.

The messenger galloped in, reporting loudly, "General Yu Jin has replied! Give him another half hour, and he will surely capture Maicheng!"

Knowing the situation was under control, Lü Meng calmly ordered, "Sound the retreat and we'll fight again another day!"