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

Disappointing those who yearn for the Han dynasty is not due to Guan Yu; losing the trust of the world is not due to Guan Yu.

Maicheng is a place of integrity and righteousness, a place to be revered.

The Red Hare steed galloped over, its crescent blade whistling as it slashed horizontally, meeting countless halberds and spears, the long shafts snapping with a cracking sound.

The Martial Saint suddenly exerted force with both arms, slashing down with a thunderous roar, bending the heavy shield. The immense force caused the heavy shield to slip from the shield bearer's hand, spinning wildly as it smashed into three bandits, spitting out a faint mist of blood.

The hilt of the crescent blade whistled as it slammed into the iron helmet. The bandit's body flew through the air, his brains splattered on the ground.

The two horses passed each other, and the bandit general on horseback deliberately rolled and fell to avoid the Martial Saint's sharp edge.

In the distance, Yu Jin's mount trotted impatiently for a few steps, his vision gradually blurring, his consciousness suddenly becoming chaotic. In a daze, he felt as if he were floating, as if he were on the surface of water, and he could vaguely hear people rushing back and forth, shouting angrily.

"Mr. Zhuge, we can't hold on any longer, we really can't hold on any longer. I've never felt so desperate even during the Battle of Xiangfan. I want to retreat."

Zhuge Jin said coldly, "There's only one enemy general. If you retreat now, it won't be as simple as just being disgraced. Have you considered the consequences?"

Yu Jin remained silent, unsure how to describe his fear. Zhuge Jin, as an envoy, was facing the gentle and reasonable Guan Yu, seemingly completely unaware of Guan Yu's terrifying nature on the battlefield.

A teammate like that will get him killed sooner or later.

The attacking troops stood stiffly on the city walls, their shouts gradually fading. Their own troops below were being rammed in the middle, men and horses falling to the ground. They were fighting on the front lines, and reinforcements were unlikely to arrive soon.

Continuing to rush forward is not just risking your life, it's suicide.

They jostled and pushed their way down the city walls, some falling to the ground as their comrades rushed forward, tripping and piling on top of each other. Frenzied footsteps trampled over them, limbs snapping and cracking with a series of sharp sounds.

Some figures leaped through the air, crashing heavily onto the mountain of corpses. Many of those who fell from the city were impaled by weapons scattered below, their flesh mangled and blood gushing across the walls—a horrifying sight.

"What's going on?" Zhuge Jin looked into the distance, no longer calm, and was shaken.

The Martial Saint swung his crescent blade and smashed it against the shield wall with a deafening roar, shattering the wood into pieces.

Red Hare reared up, standing tall on the spot, its body shimmering with crimson flames, its aura suddenly intensifying, and its agility surpassing that of usual. With a burst of forward momentum, it leaped and dodged with extraordinary speed.

With a swift, sweeping motion, the crescent-shaped blade struck the bandits with the force of wind and thunder.

The bandits retreated, their spirits broken. They were already defeated and routed soldiers, and had only chosen to follow Yu Jin and risk their lives for Jiangdong in order to return to their hometowns.

Now they might not even be able to go home anymore, what are they after?

Yu Jin glanced in the direction of the Martial Saint, feeling as if the sharpness of the crescent blade would strike his head in the next instant. How could he block it? With his head!

"Pass on my order: Retreat!"

Clang clang clang—the soldiers, hearing the sound of metal, breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew in a grand and imposing retreat.

Zhuge Jin remained silent, unusually not stopping them, and followed the crowd away. With morale ruined, Maicheng was certainly out of reach. These repeated defeats left him unsure how to explain himself to the Emperor.

He gazed in the direction of Jiangling and sighed with deep emotion.

Wu Jun, with his tail between his legs, retreated in panic. Living was as if it were a sin, for he always encountered Guan Yu, his natural nemesis.

It turns out, people really can be this unlucky.

Qi Ye glanced at the minimap; the bandits had dispersed. Yu Jin was becoming increasingly clever; it was impossible to catch him. Dealing with such a clever person would undoubtedly be exhausting.

"After this massacre, I finally reached level 13. From now on, each level up is getting harder and harder. Several thousand experience soldiers, I've only managed to kill a few dozen or a hundred before they start retreating."

"How to upgrade in the future, how to restore the Han Dynasty, how to dominate the land, and how to relieve the suffering of the people..."

To level up quickly, the four barbarian tribes are an excellent choice. The Han Dynasty and the Qiang and Di peoples have been entangled for over a hundred years. The Han Dynasty wanted to sever the right arm of the Xiongnu and sent envoys to the Western Regions. The Qiang and Di peoples, who lived in the Hexi Corridor, were the first to be affected.

The Han dynasty forcibly established prefectures and counties, resettled people to populate the border regions, and seized pastures. The Qiang and Di peoples could not bear the taxes and enslavement, and they rebelled and submitted intermittently, resulting in countless small-scale conflicts and three large-scale uprisings.

The imperial court employed both suppression and appeasement, massacring villages and beheadings, and relocating people inland to sow discord. Resentment accumulated through swords, and throughout the Han dynasty, peace was never achieved for both sides.

There are also the Southern Barbarians, Xiongnu, Wuhuan, and Xianbei; there's no shortage of places to level up.

Unfortunately, Eastern Wu acted unjustly, betraying its allies. Without dealing with Sun Quan and the White-Clad Brother, a stable progression will remain a pipe dream.

Qi Ye calmed himself down and stopped dwelling on it, as cheers came through his headphones.

The defending troops inside the city repeatedly thought that Maicheng could not hold out, but time and again they turned the tide. It's hard not to believe that miracles and hope were on their side.

The Martial Saint left Maicheng and did not reappear for a day and two nights. The garrison all assumed that the Martial Saint had broken through the siege alone without taking them with him.

Even if they were willing to give their lives, could they not obtain an equivalent value in return?

They had to fight to the death to prove themselves. The defenders, with a resolute determination, held their ground.

In the critical moment, the Martial Saint appeared and turned the tide. A sense of security returned to his heart, transforming into boundless fervor and worship.

With several thuds, Red Hare was covered in blood and evil energy, forming a strange divine moon that hung behind the Martial Saint, seemingly with red flames burning.

"Open the city gates!" The Martial Saint stood beneath the city walls, his divine might growing ever more imposing, resembling a majestic deity.

"My lord, you are mighty! You are mighty!" The shouts echoed from both the city walls and the surrounding area, expressing their joy at having escaped from a desperate situation.

The city gates swung open with a clang, and the Martial Saint stepped over countless corpses and entered Mai City. A clear view opened up before him; everything was a familiar scene, even the stench of blood seemed alluring.

"It's all experience points, how can players miss out on such a great gift pack?" Qi Ye said regretfully.

Zhao Lei rushed forward, tears of joy streaming down his face: "My lord, it really is you! I thought I would never see you again!"

The Martial Saint sneered, "A bunch of cowards, daring to try and take my life?"

Wang Fu hesitated: "Did your attempt to break through fail, my lord? Why have you returned?"

The Martial Saint's voice was cold and clear: "Leaving the city is a ploy to lure the enemy, not a breakout. If I, Guan, want to leave, who can stop me?"

Zhao Lei burst into laughter through his tears: "If Your Excellency truly intends to break through, how could you possibly leave us behind!"

People swarmed around, asking questions and reminiscing all at once.

Qi Ye was completely exasperated and really didn't want to type anymore. He really wanted to play around with a voice synchronization feature sometime.

"Um?"

Out of the corner of Qi Ye's eye, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful, solitary figure.

She climbed down from the city wall, her figure slender and graceful: "It's so good that Father is safe and sound."

The Martial Saint replied calmly, "Hmm."

Guan Yinping said gently, "General Zhou fought valiantly to defend the city, but his old wounds have flared up again. I'm afraid his days are numbered. I don't know if he can make it through tomorrow."

This simpleton, when it comes to something, he really goes for it, without hesitation.

"Take me to see him," the Martial Saint ordered.

Qi Ye decided to hold Yu Jin accountable for this. Yi Ji hadn't returned; his fate was likely grim. Persuasion and attempts to win him over, relying solely on words, would be futile.

Only the prevailing trend can win people's hearts.