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

"Your Excellency charged into the enemy lines alone, beheading Ma Zhong and returning victorious. Your heroic spirit is truly divine!" Zhou Cang praised loudly, his honest face full of arrogance, as if he wanted everyone to know.

In a daytime battle, the Martial Saint broke into the enemy ranks and rescued Guan Ping and dozens of others. He also beheaded Ma Zhong, displaying his might beneath the walls of Maicheng and greatly boosting the morale of the Han army.

The crowd talked animatedly, looking up to him as if he were a god, filled with hope. Liao Hua was a mature and steady man; he would surely bring back reinforcements and turn the tide.

The Martial Saint, huddled in a corner, enjoying a moment of relaxation, suddenly blurted out, "Where's my greatsword?"

The first day I missed the Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

Zhou Cang's face stiffened, and his enthusiasm waned: "I inform you, my lord, that it will be repaired by the day after tomorrow, and will certainly not delay your battle."

Qi Ye frowned. War could break out at any moment, and he didn't have any suitable weapons. It was going to be difficult.

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade was broken on the very first day, the Ring-Pommel Sword snapped in a few blows, and Guan Ping's long-handled sword was chipped. Does the mighty Guan Yu really need to fight with a spear and halberd?

"The materials aren't gamified!" Qi Ye deduced, then glanced at the shop. His gold coins had reached [686], matching his kill count.

He casually clicked "Breakthrough," and his Martial Saint level reached level six. In the treacherous and cruel environment of Maicheng, he barely had the ability to protect himself.

We are still a very, very long way from being invulnerable to swords and spears, and capable of taking on a thousand men single-handedly.

"I have to level up, level up like crazy, and get my passion back." Qi Ye has been playing games a lot, and his mentality is becoming more and more calm and composed, which is not a good sign.

Game bloggers who don't know how to make money won't earn much. He might not be the only player testing "Gods of the Three Kingdoms," so he needs to quickly develop his own personality and style.

A cold wind blew outside the hall. The Martial Saint suddenly stood up and strode forward, his cloak billowing in the wind, exuding a grand and imposing air.

"Where is my lord going?" Zhou Cang asked urgently, realizing he had fallen far behind. The sudden movement caused the arrow wound on his shoulder to throb with pain.

"Patrol the city." The Martial Saint's eyes turned cold, his tone even icier than the weather.

"General, you must be tired after a day of fighting. Why don't you let me take over the patrol?" Guan Ping volunteered, showing a true sense of responsibility.

The Martial Saint coldly remained silent and strolled away.

"General, wait for me." Guan Ping jogged to catch up, only to be met with a blast of cold air, causing him to tremble.

The Martial Saint was dressed in thin clothes, draped in a brocade robe. Walking through the snow, he exuded an extraordinary aura.

"General, aren't you cold?" Guan Ping asked, his voice filled with surprise and concern.

"I don't feel anything," the Martial Saint replied curtly, his expression cold. He glanced back at his son, who appeared frail and weak.

"Why does Father keep his child at arm's length? Did I act on my own initiative during the day and displease Father?" Guan Ping raised his voice appropriately, and after speaking, he lowered his head timidly, not daring to look directly at him.

Qi Ye released the directional keys, adopted a relaxed posture, and pondered what he had done to offend the NPC.

What NPC in a game is so persistent and shameless?

Everyone has their own career to keep them busy, which is cool and awesome, right?

"What trouble have you run into?" Wu Sheng raised an eyebrow and glanced at Guan Ping.

Quickly, post tasks quickly.

Guan Ping felt an unprecedented warmth, his shoulders trembling slightly. He realized he might have misunderstood his father. He composed himself and reported to his superior:

"Your plan was meticulous, allowing time for retreat, which could have avoided today's encounter. However, we did not expect the Wu army to arrive so quickly, catching us completely off guard."

"Later, Wang Fu, Zhao Lei, Yi Ji, and I reviewed the situation and made a guess that there might be enemy spies inside the city. I decided to investigate the laborers who went out of the city to cut firewood and find out who the spies were."

Qi Ye glanced at the screen; the brilliance of his allies' wisdom was always captivating. His mind was preoccupied with leveling up and defeating monsters, and he'd completely forgotten about it.

"clever."

Upon hearing those two words of evaluation, Guan Ping smiled faintly. Soon, he realized something he hadn't noticed before from the tone of the voice: "Father, you already knew?"

The Martial Saint glanced at him sideways and said, "Go ahead and get busy."

Seeing that he couldn't squeeze any more missions out of him, Qi Ye lost interest in small talk; real players needed to fight. He'd consider publishing a character feature later, discussing everyone's aspirations, once the main storyline had progressed smoothly.

The Martial Saint ventured alone into the night and reached the city wall. A brazier crackled and burned, casting a faint light. A north wind blew, causing the light and shadow to sway.

The soldier on night duty yawned, bored out of his mind. He chatted with his comrade about the exhilarating battle of the day, the customs of the New Year, and who else was in their family.

Ultimately, they all arrived at the same point: women. The seasoned veteran squinted, took a deep breath, and spat out some phlegm when he got to the exciting part, vividly conjuring up the image of an unfamiliar widow.

"My Lord!" Someone cried out in alarm, jolting everyone out of their fantasies about the fat buttocks, causing them to break out in a cold sweat.

Guan Yu governed his army with strict and authoritative laws. Anyone who violated the rules, regardless of kinship or social status, was punished according to the law. The soldiers were all in awe of his orders and dared not slacken in the slightest.

"You've worked hard." The Martial Saint's tone was indifferent, but it warmed the hearts of the soldiers, and their gratitude was evident on their faces.

Qi Ye couldn't help but sigh, "Winning people's hearts is just too easy."

Unknown soldiers are coerced into the army; yesterday they might have been farmers in the fields, and today they are withered bones on the battlefield. Hunger in their bellies means death, and the thunderous war drums mean death.

Even if he were a time traveler, it would be difficult for him to change history. Every time Yi Xiaochuan and Gao Yao try to turn the tide, they become part of the historical narrative.

The Martial Saint continued his inspection of the city's defenses, his steps light and subtle. The soldiers on duty were often slow to notice.

Qi Ye's lazy expression vanished instantly. He felt something was off, and a fleeting flash of inspiration required the intuition of a seasoned player to capture.

With a flick of the arrow key, the Martial Saint appeared before the soldier on duty and said coldly, "Can't you see?"

The soldier was startled and bowed, clasping his hands in greeting: "Your Excellency, I am blind in the dark."

Qi Ye remembered that in ancient times, armies often faced difficulties in logistics and supplies due to long marches and battles, and their diets were monotonous, which easily led to vitamin A deficiency and night blindness.

He questioned several soldiers and discovered that under the influence of the waning moon, the average soldier's visibility was generally around ten paces. With the illumination of braziers or lanterns, they could roughly see the outline of a figure thirty paces away, but details were difficult to discern.

Qi Ye stroked his chin thoughtfully, his calm and carefree expression replaced by the thrill of adventure.

He couldn't help but think of a saying: all things are vanity, all things are permission; under the hidden sword, all beings are equal.

The Martial Saint asked calmly, "Where is the nearest Wu army camp?"

One soldier replied, "Three li outside the west gate."

Qi Ye was taken aback. So close? Was this some kind of underestimation? Normally, a siege without attacking would be five to ten li away. He glanced at the small map in the upper left corner, which allowed him to detect the enemy's movements beforehand, and immediately began to strategize.

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