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

Zhou Cang was weak and exhausted, lying on the couch, the cloth strips soaked with blood. He mumbled incoherently, with only a maidservant by his side, and a towel to cool his head.

Qi Ye could only see blood-stained strips of cloth covering the body, not the exact wounds, but he still found it shocking. For a person to have so many wounds and still survive, he truly deserved to be called a great man.

As expected of a man from the Three Kingdoms period, with an incredibly long health bar.

Hearing the faint footsteps, Zhou Cang stammered, "Has Maicheng been lost? Maicheng...it can't be lost...The Lord ordered me to defend Maicheng."

With sheer willpower, he opened his eyes, but everything was blurry and indistinct. He stared intently, still in disbelief.

"Am I dead? My lord has come to take me away, so I can say I died a worthy death."

The Martial Saint calmly said, "I'm back."

Zhou Cang's eyes widened, his face filled with shock: "My lord, it really is you, my lord! Maicheng has been defended, I have not let you down... cough cough..."

The Martial Saint took a steamed bun from his robes and handed it to Zhou Cang: "Do you still have the strength?"

Zhou Cang's lips had barely touched the bun when he lost the strength to bite down, the steam hitting his face: "How could I possibly disappoint Your Excellency's kindness..."

He struggled to take a bite, the veins in his neck bulging as he swallowed. He finished the bun in no time.

Qi Ye let out a long sigh of relief, finally putting his mind at ease. Zhou Cang was still so energetic; he would definitely be alright. If he were truly unconscious and unable to move, there was nothing he could do.

In the later Three Kingdoms period, many generals were lost, and Liao Hua became the vanguard. To sacrifice a steamed bun to save Zhou Cang's life was absolutely worthwhile.

"We still need to level up and upgrade, otherwise we won't have enough steamed buns. Of course, the most important thing is to fight as a group army and conserve steamed buns. With enough soldiers under our command, the Martial Saint can then leverage his advantages in slaying generals, capturing flags, and being the first to scale the walls."

"Who can withstand it?"

Qi Ye made a small plan, emphasizing that the players' thinking must be clear, and leveling up is always the top priority.

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade also needs to be properly forged; it would be best to find a blacksmith as a side job. Repair and forge it yourself.

The task is arduous and the road ahead is long.

After finishing his steamed buns, Zhou Cang mumbled a few words before drifting off to sleep.

"Slap!" The maid slapped him across the face.

The Martial Saint regained his composure: "What?"

The maid said sincerely, "The army doctor said that General Zhou cannot be allowed to fall asleep; he must make it through tomorrow. If he falls asleep, he might not wake up again."

The Martial Saint's face darkened as he asked, "Where's the army doctor?"

The maid remained silent for a long time before slowly answering, "She went up to the city wall and didn't come down."

Chaotic times are truly difficult. Qi Ye thought of his third grandfather's sacrifice, and the many people in the city. In later generations, they would be heroes, but now they can only be scattered by the wind and buried with the earth.

They will remain unknown and leave nothing behind.

The modern era, where one can easily obtain the necessities for survival with minimal labor, is undoubtedly the best of times. We don't have to risk our lives for anyone just to have a meal.

Technology eliminates distance, and ideas break down barriers. Every ordinary person can shine, and every speck of dust has the opportunity to become its own sun.

The Martial Saint said firmly, "Let him sleep. He'll get up tomorrow."

The maid hesitated, looking to Wang Fu for help. It was Wang Fu who had instructed her to take care of Zhou Cang.

Wang Fu humbly replied, "I know it's not easy for you, my lord, to be so considerate of Zhou Cang, but the army doctor must have his reasons for giving such advice. Following the doctor's orders is the greatest help you can give Zhou Cang."

The Martial Saint predicted: "Tomorrow, Zhou Cang will rise."

Wang Fu was surprised and became competitive: "My lord, what makes you so sure? Now is not the time to act impulsively."

The Martial Saint stood with his hands behind his back, his arrogance burning brightly: "Zhou Cang has never dared to disobey Guan's military orders."

The atmosphere in the room fell silent instantly, and everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. It seemed that it really was true. As soon as the Marquis appeared, Zhou Cang seemed to have a sudden burst of energy before death, and he was even able to eat.

This man is truly single-minded. Life and death mean nothing to him; what matters is the lord's orders.

Wang Fu was about to say something when the Martial Saint raised his hand to stop him: "Don't disturb Zhou Cang's rest. Just leave one person to take care of him."

Everyone went to the council hall to report on the recent situation.

Zhao Lei pursed his lips and blurted out all his complaints:

"My lord, Yu Jin is truly too arrogant. He was defeated by you, my lord, and is now nothing more than a stray dog, living under someone else's roof, acting arrogantly for a while by borrowing someone else's power."

"He attacked Maicheng twice, and was even more ferocious than the men of Jiangdong."

Wang Fu remained calm and analyzed the situation:

"Yu Jin went to Eastern Wu without any achievements and was looked down upon by the gentry of Jiangdong. He thought that as long as he made contributions, he would surely be treated with respect."

"He had long forgotten what Jiangdong was like, and what kind of atmosphere it had. Once he realized that no matter how hard he worked, he was still just an old dog, he finally shut up."

The Martial Saint glanced around indifferently: "Where is Yi Ji? Is there any news about Yi Ji?"

The crowd stared blankly at the ground, filled with shame. They were barely able to protect themselves; how could they possibly have the heart to inquire about Yi Ji's whereabouts? Now that the lord had asked, they couldn't answer—a true dereliction of duty.

Guan Ping remained silent and placed a cup of tea on the short table of the Martial Saint.

The Martial Saint's voice was calm: "No news is good news."

Wang Fu responded, "That's right. Yu Jin didn't use Yi Ji to blackmail us, so he must have handed him over to the Jiangdong Central Army. With Ji Bo's talent and reputation, he will surely receive preferential treatment."

Zhao Lei sighed: "If Jiangdong wants to govern Jingzhou securely, it will never indiscriminately kill the scholars of Jingzhou. I'm just afraid that Ji Bo is hot-blooded and unwilling to submit to the Jiangdong rats."

The Martial Saint said domineeringly, "It's alright. As long as Yi Ji is alive, I will save him."

Hearing this, everyone felt a strong sense of security. People say that rulers are arrogant and harsh, but those aren't truly one of their own.

Fu Shiren and Mi Fang are both dishonest, and Your Lordship cannot tolerate such behavior. To be kind to them would go against Your Lordship's principles.

Pan Jun wanted to reduce the military strength in Jingzhou to stabilize the people's livelihood. His ideals were noble, but unfortunately, he lived in a chaotic era. Without enough troops to defend Jingzhou, everyone in the world would covet it, which would only lead to war.

To restore the Han Dynasty, we cannot do without like-minded people!

The Martial Saint earnestly instructed: "If you encounter danger, do everything you can to survive, and I will save you."

Wang Fu, Zhao Lei, and the others exclaimed in unison, "My Lord!"

The Martial Saint said calmly, "I once served Cao Cao, and there's nothing to be ashamed of. As long as you care about the Han Dynasty and think about returning at all times, I will not pursue your mistakes and will treat you as before."

Qi Ye typed a string of words, genuinely worried about important NPCs dying. If they died unexpectedly, reloading the save might not be enough to save them. While players are indeed meant to be firefighters, it's best not to get bogged down in unnecessary tasks when you're not busy.

The offline leveling system for Martial Saint has both advantages and disadvantages.

Wang Fu's lips trembled: "Living is a blessing, my lord, I will not give up easily."

What is loyalty and integrity? Sometimes they are just excuses to lure people into a heroic death. But life itself has no inherent meaning, and wise people will find a comfortable way to die.

A true gentleman will die for one who understands him.

Winter nights are long, dusk creeps in early, and a chill permeates the air. The Martial Saint silently longs for the lights to come on.