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

"My proficiency with the ring-pommel sword is really low. This game still has to be Mount & Blade; the crescent-shaped sword is the real favorite."

"I never imagined that maintaining weapon durability would consume so much Qi. No matter how many targets a single strike hits, it's still just one strike, and it restores two points of Qi."

"The ability to recover from dodge attacks is difficult to determine when it will take effect, but it may be surprisingly effective when fighting bosses."

Qi Ye controlled the battle while recording his most realistic gaming experience. The character's area-of-effect damage had stabilized, but its power wasn't as impressive as he had imagined, and he had to conserve his Qi points.

Players have always craved the exhilarating feeling of taking on thousands single-handedly, releasing stress by mowing down enemy troops in a Musou-style battle and experiencing the ultimate power of the battlefield protagonist. This battle is truly a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

The Jiangdong camp was littered with corpses, the wounded wailed, and the stench of blood filled the air. The Martial Saint's blade gleamed in the moonlight, flashing coldly as he slashed through the enemy with a series of sharp, swift strokes.

Within the swarming band of bandits, countless crossbows suddenly rose, arrows nocked, ready to be released. A dense chorus of bowstrings crackled and snapped, and in an instant, thousands of black dots soared into the air, accompanied by a whistling "buzz," sweeping across the sky.

The Martial Saint was unarmored, his protection meager, and he could hardly withstand the arrows flying from all directions. He charged forward at breakneck speed, using his speed advantage to "sandwich" himself among the crowd.

Arrows flew like locusts, obscuring the sky. They pierced chests with a whoosh, embedded themselves in wooden fences with a whoosh, and fell to the ground with a whoosh. In an instant, blood flowed like rivers, turning the ground crimson.

"That's ruthless, they can even kill their own people." Qi Ye knew the enemy was making a desperate gamble, so he had to be extra careful and avoid getting hurt. The last steamed bun had to be saved for a critical moment.

If Yi Ji dies, everything will have to start all over again, and the experience gained from breaking through the camp will be wasted.

A brave warrior from Danyang staggered to his feet, struggling to his feet. An arrow was hanging from his neck, and he reached out and pulled it out, ending his suffering, blood spurting several feet out.

A hundred paces away, the bandits surged forward like a tidal wave, roaring and crashing like a mountain collapsing. They carried spears and shields, trampling over the corpses of Danyang warriors.

Wearing armor, they moved with lightning speed.

"Tiger Warriors under the chariot." Qi Ye recognized this elite force and searched left and right for Zhou Tai's location.

The Tiger Warriors of Jiangdong were all selected for their bravery and skill, dedicated to protecting their lord; they were the elite troops under the Sun family. In every battle, they were the first to charge into the fray, fearless and undaunted.

The Martial Saint's blade flashed like a bolt of lightning, cutting through the human wall, the battle stretching for an unknown distance. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, the force of the attack was terrifying, illuminating the entire camp.

The young men of Jiangdong, watching from afar, were all filled with trepidation and their spirits trembled, as if they were about to suffocate.

"Even with the fiercest warriors fighting tooth and nail, how could we not defeat Guan Yu?!"

The Martial Saint stood alone, his imposing presence like a towering mountain, so majestic that it seemed to command respect and make one dare not look up.

The tiger-skinned warriors, their shields raised from their arms, rose in unison, forming a fortified line like a heavily fortified city.

Their eyes blazed with fury, and they roared in unison, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The shield-bearers suddenly crouched, their feet firmly planted in the mud, compressing the martial saint's space. Their footsteps echoed, and the ground trembled more violently.

A forest of spears and halberds surged forward, pressing down like hedgehog quills, pressing on and on. The silent and audible pressure briefly overlapped.

One general, his spirit soaring to the heavens, drove his chariot at breakneck speed. Sharp blades spun at the ends of the chariot's axles, creating a whooshing sound as the wind whipped around them, transforming into two enormous suns.

The general on the chariot bore several arrow scars on his face, revealing a fierce and imposing appearance; it was Zhou Tai. His tiger-like eyes pierced through the Martial Saint, his fighting spirit ignited.

"I have borne dozens of wounds and protected the Supreme One twelve times, having long since disregarded life and death. Guan Yu, the people of the world fear you, dread you, and dread you."

"Zhou, a brave warrior under the chariot, I alone fear not you!"

"Listen up, all you Jiangdong warriors! What use is a man's life if he's already ruined? Choose between being a nobody or becoming a legend—follow my chariot!"

Jiang Qin died, Han Dang perished, and Ling Tong and Gan Ning were no match for the Martial Saint.

so what?

"History will record this day. I, Zhou Tai, will be remembered on the annals of history!!!"

The war chariots rumbled and charged forward, their imposing weight like Mount Tai pressing down. The wheels rolled and crushed, creating a deafening roar that shook the heavens and earth, heading straight for the warriors within the formation.

The deafening roar caused the Martial Saint's muscles to bulge as he hastily swung his sword, but he was no match for the thunderous power of the chariot and was sent flying.

The people of Jiangdong were overjoyed and shocked, shouting, "General Zhou, you are a man of extraordinary courage and strength!"

A thousand troops and horses avoided the man in green robes, but there was one man with extraordinary abilities who rose to the challenge and greatly inspired the morale of his men.

What else could he be but a hero?

Yi Ji's heart clenched, and he almost choked: "My Lord, I'm so sorry, I've dragged everyone down with me..."

Countless halberds and spears thrust at him, but the Martial Saint swung his sword and slashed them all away. He suddenly stood up, and the moment he stood there, he exuded an indescribable sense of oppression. Even the Overlord himself would have to look up at him.

"Even the chariots didn't kill him?!" The Jiangdong youths were all terrified, their hearts were chilled, their legs trembled, and they were filled with fear and dread.

"The young man lacked sportsmanship, ambushing a 59-year-old man. I was careless and didn't dodge."

Qi Ye was a bit confused; he had made a mistake in his operation. After playing the game for so long, he didn't think he had ever dodged before. In his panic, he accidentally clicked on a normal attack instead.

The war chariots marched eastward, their imposing force sealing off the battlefield. Zhou Taiying, brimming with heroic spirit, cried out: "Guan Yunchang, prepare to die!!!"

No sooner said than done, the Martial Saint's Battle Blade, following its natural momentum, unleashed a powerful strike. The blade, reflecting the blazing sun from the campfire, shone with divine light, soaring straight towards the heavens.

The fierce wind was incomparably powerful, capable of severing all things and shattering the sky. In the blink of an eye, it carried overwhelming killing intent and slashed across the chariot.

With a loud clang, the two objects clashed violently, the sound of metal striking metal making one's eardrums ache.

In an instant, the chariot shattered, and Zhou Tai, who was holding the iron shield, was like a kite with a broken string. He spat out a mouthful of bright red blood in mid-air and was swept back, crashing heavily to the ground.

He suddenly raised his head, gritting his teeth as he shouted, "He's injured, he's no god! Charge him all over!!"

Having said that, Zhou Tai swallowed a mouthful of blood, roaring inwardly:

My thirty-pound iron shield and fifty-pound armor can't even withstand a single blow?!

Bastard, what a bastard.

In an instant, a cavalry force from Jiangdong, whether inspired or deceived, surged forward like a tidal wave, their spears piercing through armor, heading straight for the Martial Saint.

Boom boom boom boom—

Bones shattered, nails cracked, blood mist rose into the air, severed limbs flew everywhere, and flying blades crashed to the ground.

The Martial Saint brandished his sword, his movements swift and unpredictable, instantly appearing within the ranks of the Jiangdong cavalry. His blade flashed, slaying several riders in quick succession; his murderous aura was so overwhelming that even the heavens and earth seemed to change color.

In a matter of moments, both man and horse were shattered and sent flying into the air, soaring like peregrine falcons. The limbs of the warhorses collided in mid-air, flesh and blood bursting apart.

The cavalrymen roared in despair, and many, struck by the severed halves of their horses, fell to the ground groaning. Their comrades' iron hooves rolled down, crushing those who struggled and fell from their horses, breaking their bones and killing them instantly.

The Jiangdong youths, seeing only a chaotic cloud of blood mist from afar, could not bear to look directly at it. It was too powerful, too cruel, and showed no regard for human life.

"Zhou Tai, you deserve to die." The Martial Saint's voice carried great majesty, looking down upon the world and the common people.

"Guan Yu, laugh all you want, revel in your triumph! If Xingba were here, I wouldn't be in this situation. Jiangdong has made a mistake! If we had attacked together, how could you have survived until today!"

Zhou Tai leaned on his shield and stood up, his eyes filled with a deep sense of ferocity.