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

On the computer screen, the handwriting flowed like fireflies:

In the 24th year of Jian'an in the Han Dynasty, 219 AD, Jingzhou was in turmoil, and the surrounding areas were in uproar. Guan Yu, the God of War, led his army north to attack Cao Ren and besieged him at Fancheng.

Autumn rains fell heavily, causing the Han River to swell. Taking advantage of the flood, the Han army dammed the river, submerging Cao Wei's seven armies, capturing Yu Jin, and beheading Pang De. Jing and Yu were shaken, heroes of the Central Plains resounded, and the might of the Martial Saint shook the land.

Lu Meng acted unjustly, betraying the alliance, and crossed the river in disguise. Fu Shiren, the garrison commander of Gong'an, surrendered first, and Mi Fang, the prefect of Nan Commandery, also surrendered Jiangling to him.

The Han army's northern expedition had dragged on for a long time, and their supply lines were far apart. Soldiers longed to return home, and more and more deserted. The camps were empty by day and deserted by night, and the Emperor's orders were gradually losing their effectiveness.

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"Slap! Slap!" After two slaps, Qi Ye's cheeks were slightly red, but he was still not satisfied. He was born in modern Nanjing, and slapping himself twice was considered a swift and decisive blow to this coward.

The dust of history, when it settles on the shoulders of ordinary people, becomes a towering obstacle that crushes fate.

Qi Ye graduated four years ago and is now relaxing at home. His parents, unable to accept that their once outstanding child has become mediocre, have left their family without warning.

A while ago, he, a blogger specializing in mini-games, received a mysterious package containing a review of the game "Gods of the Three Kingdoms." The sponsor was very generous, providing a deposit of 3,000 yuan upfront.

Qi Ye quickly finished his work and couldn't wait to enter the game, ready to give his sugar daddy a satisfactory explanation.

A black bird soared through the clouds, letting out a startled cry. The Jingzhou soldiers, filled with panic and despair, retreated in disarray. Warhorses neighed anxiously, and the supply wagons creaked and groaned as if they were about to fall apart.

Qi Ye clicked on a refined-looking scholar with a dignified appearance, and a subtitle popped up:

"Born in a chaotic era, whenever someone leaves this land, everyone says they've gone to enjoy a life of happiness, and I'll be enjoying my life soon too."

The scholar's appearance grew larger, filling half the screen, making him vivid and lifelike.

The compilation of local chronicles is a testament to the rich cultural heritage of Sichuan. Wang Fu is one of the accompanying figures in the Guandi Temple and the shrine of the generals in Jiezhou.

"Wow, this is so well made."

Qi Ye looked around and then pointed to a burly man with a dark face and ruddy eyes who looked like a general.

Zhou Cang's rough, unrefined voice rang out: "Yesterday, a ragged brother asked to borrow three days' worth of rations, saying he was going back to Jiangling to see his parents. I hesitated for a moment, then killed him. When I told the Lord, I almost got killed myself... I'm really not convinced. All I did was kill a deserter!"

Qi Ye followed the eerie, tragic ranks of soldiers for a while, and the screen naturally and subtly shifted, attaching itself to the screen without the mouse's control.

In the scene, a man with phoenix eyes and silkworm eyebrows, a long beard reaching his chest, and a height of nine feet, wearing a green brocade battle robe, exudes a majestic and awe-inspiring presence like a god. He is none other than Guan Yu, a figure familiar to all players.

He chatted calmly and casually with the old man, finding them to be kindred spirits, which dispelled the tense atmosphere of the war.

The old man tugged at Guan Yu's sleeve, insisting they stay for a meal: "My lord, please don't be so polite. The wine was brewed by myself, and the vegetables were just picked from the back garden!"

Unable to resist, Guan Yu stroked his magnificent beard and calmly stayed.

There wasn't much meat or fish, just the two of them drinking until they were completely drunk, until the old man passed out. When Guan Yu returned to his unit, satisfied and flushed, bad news arrived.

The old man's son came to report the bad news: "After you left, my father threw himself into the river and committed suicide."

Guan Yu snapped out of his daze and suddenly grabbed the young man's arm: "Why?!"

The young man looked dejected: "Jingzhou has fallen, and it's hard to leave our homeland. There's no hope for the restoration of the Han Dynasty. My father has long had this thought, but he just hasn't met anyone he can confide in."

Guan Yu took the gift from the young man, opened it, and found a piece of meat that the old man and his family were reluctant to eat.

A gust of north wind blew, causing his cloak to flutter. His imposing figure suddenly froze, and he felt a strange emptiness in his heart.

We were just strangers who met by chance, so why does it feel so unpleasant?

Suddenly, the rapid sound of horses' hooves echoed across the plains of Jingchu; the pursuers were approaching.

"Guan Yu, you traitorous wretch! You've lost Jingzhou, why don't you just die!"

Wu Bing surged forth from all directions, pressing in relentlessly. The dense sound of footsteps echoed like drums shaking the earth.

The Han army was terrified for a moment, but their eyes revealed a fierce determination as they faced imminent doom.

The cowardly Jingzhou soldiers had long since deserted, leaving behind only battle-hardened elites who were unafraid of death.

Guan Yu, clad in armor and wielding a sword, with Red Hare raising its head and neighing in the wind, his surging anger coalescing into the image of an old man chatting and laughing.

"The survival and destruction of this mundane world, joys and sorrows, are all swallowed by the vast snow of heaven and earth. Life is but a fleeting bubble, vanishing in an instant. Only you, my lord, can have your name recorded in history... We are all but passersby..."

The sky was deep and still, the snow fell heavily in the wind, and there was order amidst the chaos.

"Jiang Qin is here, the Tiger General of Jiangdong! You old scoundrel, why don't you surrender quickly and bow down at my gate!"

"You little brat, keep bastarding!" Guan Yu suddenly shook the reins and galloped off on horseback, heading straight for the heart of the Wu army.

Zhou Cang was terrified: "My lord, you mustn't!"

The divine steed emerged from the snow, its arrogant longsword roaring as it slashed at the swarm of rats, blood spurting out.

Guan Yu spurred his horse and brandished his sword, charging straight at Jiang Qin with the force of a mountain collapsing.

Jiang Qin laughed loudly, "You old fool, you're courting death!"

Wu's archers held the line, their arrows barely reaching Jiang Qin's figure. In an instant, a thousand arrows were unleashed.

The entire army shouted, raising their shields as they followed Guan Yu: "My lord, be careful!"

Guan Yu spun his blade, deflecting the swift arrows, ignoring the continuous whistling sounds around him, and Red Hare pawed its way forward, aggressively cutting into the enemy ranks.

Zhou Cang, struck by an arrow in the shoulder, cried out hoarsely, "My lord has not yet recovered; we must not fight!"

Guan Yu swept his heavy blade across the enemy ranks: "I will first slay Jiang Qin to warn the pursuers!"

The bandits pressed forward, their spears striking the metal armor and sending sparks flying.

After a fierce battle, Guan Yu was exhausted and no longer possessed the prowess he once had.

Jiang Qin roared arrogantly, "Whoever takes Guan Yu's head will be rewarded with a thousand pieces of gold!"

A halberd thrust forward, slamming the old general to the ground, sending snowflakes flying.

"My Lord!!!" Zhou Cang roared hoarsely, slaughtering Wu soldiers recklessly, startling the Wu army into avoiding his attacks.

A cacophony of frenzied, chaotic Wu dialect filled Guan Yu's ears, and the phantoms appearing before his eyes grew more numerous and increasingly real:

"A dignified husband like Guan, unexpectedly lost his life at the hands of a swarm of rats!"

The scene suddenly went silent, and Qi Ye breathed a sigh of relief; the opening scene was finally over.

"It's finally my turn."

A powerful, deep, and wondrous sound pierced through Guan Yu's consciousness, like an ancient echo, ethereal and boundless.

"What is that sound? Is Guan really going to die?"

He struggled desperately, trying to get up and kill a few more Wu soldiers. Unfortunately, his body was completely beyond his control.

A massive, awe-inspiring blade swept across the enemy, splitting their body in two.

Guan Yu looked horrified and couldn't control his expression at all.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade that had accompanied him throughout his life began to move on its own.

"Normal attack! Normal attack!" Qi Ye set up his familiar key bindings and frantically clicked the left mouse button to attack.

The blade whirled and flashed, instantly shattering three layers of human formations, breaking halberds like hemp, and filling the sky with blood mist.

After these repeated surgeries, even someone with depression should be cured.

"What?!" Jiang Qin was horrified, as if a ghost was haunting him. How could a dying old man be so strong?

The surrounding Wu soldiers trembled in fear, their bodies involuntarily retreating. The last one this fierce was the young Marquis Wen!

"Hahahaha, Your Majesty is mighty!!!" Zhou Cang shouted, a surge of hot blood rushing to his limbs and bones.

The Han army was in high spirits and charged fiercely at the enemy, ready to die for their cause.

Guan Yu was stunned, utterly stunned. He could clearly see that the enemy's spirit had been completely shattered, that they regarded him as a god or demon, and that heaven and earth fell silent in an instant.

"What demons have come from, possessing my body?!"