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

Maicheng, a small town in the Chu region, is situated at the confluence of the Ju and Zhang rivers, and its terrain is low and flat.

The rammed earth city wall was less than three miles long, and the original inhabitants of the city numbered no more than two thousand.

Faced with an attack by tens of thousands of bandits, any renowned general would find it difficult to handle.

A group of defeated soldiers managed to hold on tenaciously.

In her dream, Zhao Lei saw familiar faces and then regained consciousness: "Uncle Ji is alright, that's wonderful."

Wang Fu glanced at it but remained silent. Scholars generally have strong pride, especially a great Confucian scholar like Yi Ji. Who knows what kind of trouble he'd cause if he woke up and discovered his embarrassing past?

The soldiers returned to the city one after another, their faces relaxed and content. Guan Yu, single-handedly, rescued Yi Ji. The Jiangdong cowards were helpless, a truly exhilarating sight.

Since the surprise attack on Jiangling, they have been living in constant anxiety, thinking only about how to save their lives, and never daring to think about launching a counterattack.

After tonight, the situation will be reversed. Wu Ying and his men can go and come back whenever they want, just like at their own relatives' house.

"The Grand Commander of Eastern Wu must be losing sleep night after night. He's never seen anyone as fierce and valiant as you, Lord Jun. No one can handle him. His men are a bunch of good-for-nothings; they're not enough for you to sharpen your sword!"

"Not to mention Lü Meng, even Sun Quan would be terrified, wishing he could slap himself twice and apologize to the King of Hanzhong."

"What? You don't even know Sun Quan? Sun Quan personally led an army of 100,000 to attack Hefei, but was defeated by Zhang Liao's 800 elite troops, and he himself was almost captured. Someone mentioned it to you casually, and it got out."

The garrison at Maicheng were engaged in lively discussions, and for some reason, the surrendered northern soldiers also felt honored, a slight smile playing on their lips. But their smiles didn't last long before a pang of sadness struck, wondering when they would be able to return north.

"If you ask me, you shouldn't go back. What's so great about the North!"

"My son is here, and I'm worried about him."

"Born in chaotic times, how can you be so sentimental! If your parents were still alive, I wouldn't say anything to you."

"Yes, yes, you know Ma Chao of Xiliang, right? He once said: 'Now Ma Chao abandons his father and takes General Han as his father. General Han should also abandon his son and take Ma Chao as his son!'"

"That's too ruthless."

"To achieve great things, one must be ruthless. From now on, we'll all treat you like our son, and together we'll restore the Han Dynasty. We'll launch a northern expedition, fight our way back, and return home in glory!"

"Qin Shi Huang was a good emperor... Who dug the Ling Canal? Who built the Great Wall? Who divided the thirty-six commanderies? Who fought the Xiongnu? If a good emperor wasn't ruthless, even unification would have been difficult!"

Having survived countless battles, only the most ruthless soldiers remain. When they really get into a ruckus, they'll dare to say a few words to anyone.

"The atmosphere is really great." Qi Ye couldn't help but sigh, the effect of winning battles one after another was extraordinary.

From this day forward, this army will have a soul. Wherever the Martial Saint goes, they will follow.

With two loud thuds, the platform became stuck in the city gate. Qi Ye used the keyboard and mouse to perform a "normal attack," and the Martial Saint's punches snapped the wood with a series of cracking sounds.

The garrison soldier swallowed hard, and asked in a voice that sounded like it wasn't his own, "Hmm? Rotten wood, perhaps?"

Some people, not believing it, went forward to check and smashed it several times, confirming that it was indeed solid wood that had just been cut down recently.

Guan Yinping's beautiful eyes flickered, clearly revealing that her inner thoughts were not as calm as they appeared on her face.

"Clean things up properly and close the city gates," the Martial Saint ordered.

The group returned to the county government office, and the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat strange. Wang Fu, Zhao Lei, Zhou Cang, and the others all secretly glanced at Guan Yu, but quickly averted their gazes, none of them being the first to ask a question.

Yi Ji was startled awake from a nightmare. He looked around in surprise, seeing only familiar faces, and scratched his head sheepishly.

"Have I returned to Maicheng?"

Well, the dignified Confucian scholar gave a simple and clear smile, instantly dispelling the eerie and oppressive atmosphere in the hall.

Wang Fu asked anxiously, "Uncle Ji, what exactly happened in Wu's camp? Tell me quickly."

The past is too painful for Yi Ji to recall; just thinking about it brings tears to her eyes.

"I was arrested by Yu Jin as soon as I entered his camp and sent to the Jiangdong camp to claim credit. The injury on my face was inflicted by him."

Everyone looked over and, sure enough, saw a scabbed whip mark on Yi Ji's face.

"I really want to teach Yu Jin a lesson!" Zhou Cang said indignantly. Most soldiers were somewhat afraid when they saw his fiery eyes.

Zhao Lei solemnly said, "Now that Yu Jin has surrendered to our army, we must not provoke trouble. However, I'm sorry to trouble Ji Bo."

Yi Ji's cheeks twitched violently: "Yu Jin, you surrender?"

He was imprisoned in the enemy camp and kept out of the news. He was shocked when he suddenly heard this news.

Yu Jin is so principled! He speaks so grandly and eloquently. Isn't he a loyal minister of Jiangdong?

Zhou Cang blurted out, "Your Excellency went to the meeting alone with your sword to personally persuade Yu Jin to surrender; there was no other way!"

Yi Ji felt his mind and body were being tormented. All the shrewdness he had cultivated through a lifetime of studying was nothing compared to a hair on the Lord's head. Instead, he looked like an honest man who was easily bullied.

Given your unparalleled performance tonight, it's only natural that Yu Jin would surrender, unless he has a death wish.

A slightly embarrassed expression appeared on Yi Ji's face as he continued:

"I was imprisoned in the Jiangdong camp, but treated to fine wine and meat. Yesterday, their attitude suddenly changed. They tied me to a high platform, and you, my lord, proceeded to kill my way through..."

The Martial Saint rubbed his wrist as he walked over and patted Yi Ji on the shoulder: "Uncle Ji, what did you say the whole way?"

Is it something to be proud of to be discovered while stealthily attacking an assassin?

Yi Ji's eyes suddenly widened: "My lord, what do you want me to say?"

The Martial Saint emphasized: "Stealth is stealth."

Yi Ji looked somewhat indignant, but still firmly said, "Your Excellency traveled stealthily through the midst of ten thousand troops, taking Zhou Tai's head and rescuing me."

Let's tell the truth and make our consciences feel better.

Zhou Cang's face flushed with excitement, but he didn't immediately agree with Yi Ji's words: "Uncle Ji, are you saying that Zhou Tai was killed by the Marquis?"

Zhou Tai fought bravely to protect his lord, never retreating and always leading the charge in every battle. He was known as the strongest shield by the Marquis of Wu's side, and despite bearing dozens of wounds, he remained vigorous and full of life. The Marquis of Wu, moved by Zhou Tai's fierce prowess, bestowed upon him a green silk parasol to commend his loyalty and courage.

If we're talking about who in Eastern Wu had a health bar as long as Zhou Cang's, it would undoubtedly be Zhou Tai. Such a hero, and he's dead?

The Martial Saint looked down at him with the disdain of a superior looking down on an inferior: "Zhou Tai, you've planted a signpost to sell your head, obstructing my advance, and are courting your own destruction."

Zhou Cang licked his lips and chuckled, "Good riddance, wonderful! Daring to block your way, you truly overestimated yourself."

Wang Fu and Zhao Lei's eyes met in mid-air, and it was as if they had been struck by a thunderbolt at the same time. Their bodies froze on the spot, and their minds went blank for a moment.

—How is that possible?

He infiltrated the enemy camp, beheaded the enemy general, and rescued the hostages—all three in one operation, and returned unscathed. Had he not heard it with his own ears, he would surely have thought it was mere idle gossip from the marketplace.

This is just stealth; imagine how heroic it would be to charge in openly!