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

The scene before him reminded Qi Ye of the game "Mowing Down Grass". Players take on the role of a general, fighting against thousands of enemies at high speed on the battlefield, experiencing the exhilarating feeling of "mowing down grass" and the thrill of Musou attacks.

"Once, over two hundred RMB stopped me from restoring the Han Dynasty; now, with the learning version in hand, who can stop me?"

The Martial Saint whirled and wielded his blade, soaring through the surrounding space. Wu soldiers raised their round shields to block, and a loud bang resounded.

The shield and the man flew out together, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade humming, the dragon's roar still lingering.

An overbearing aura swept through the minds of all the Wu soldiers. Their faces turned deathly pale, their eyes filled with terror.

The Martial Saint took a single step forward, unleashing unparalleled power, sweeping away the cowards. Limbs flew off, blood gushing forth, the parrying weapon and body cleaved in two. Like a tiger among sheep, he was utterly defeated.

In just a few breaths, more than thirty people died under the Martial Saint's broadsword. The thick stench of blood assaulted the enemies' nostrils and throats, bringing with it endless fear that penetrated their hearts and went straight to their brains.

Faced with an unparalleled god of war, they followed their instincts and retreated in fear. Their wary eyes were fixed intently on what lay ahead. To dare take even half a step forward would mean a meaningless death.

"Good, well done, a satisfying kill. I am Guan Yu, the Marquis of Hanshou. May I ask your honorable name?"

Guan Yu, who had always looked down upon the world, now spoke with a subtle hint of "respect." He didn't understand what "RMB" meant, but the words "support the Han Dynasty" resonated deeply within him.

The newcomer, who was helping to kill the Jiangdong scoundrels and was also determined to "restore the Han Dynasty," must undoubtedly be one of his own. Unfortunately, he was only conscious at the moment and received no response whatsoever.

The body of the "Martial Saint" was bathed in organs, brains, bits of flesh, and rat blood. With sweeping, powerful strikes, he conquered all directions.

"This is disgusting. There's tons of blood, and it's not green anymore. Plus, there are severed limbs and decapitations. What a terrible game, 'Gods of the Three Kingdoms.' If you don't make me enjoy it, I'll definitely report you for it."

Qi Ye saw with his own eyes a piece of bright green intestine hanging from the Green Dragon Crescent Blade. The half-body lying on the ground was still wailing in despair, mixed with fragmented Wu dialect.

He took out his notebook and jotted it down. The experience of the first battle was fantastic, mainly because of the realistic details. He'd definitely get a green patch after the closed beta ended; now he had to have a good time.

"What are you afraid of? Let's all attack together! No matter how strong he is, he's just one person!"

Jiang Qinwei shouted, drew his sword and killed a deserter, his sharp gaze commanding the scene. A moment later, he brandished his armor, and his personal guards surged forward in formation.

Most of the ordinary soldiers of Eastern Wu were "unarmored," at most wearing leather armor, which was completely unable to withstand the heavy blows of the Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

Jiang Qin's personal guards were all armored soldiers. They had followed Sun Ce in his campaigns against Liu Yao, who swept across the Jiangnan region, and followed Zhou Yu in defeating Cao Cao at the Battle of Red Cliffs. They were the elite among the common people.

The shield-bearers strode forward, keeping their bodies low to the ground. They had witnessed Guan Yu sweep away the shield-bearers with his own eyes, and now they were so cautious that their minds were on edge. They carefully considered every step before daring to step forward.

The crossbowmen moved in small, quick steps in the middle, while the halberdiers held the line.

The Martial Saint glared and raised his arm, wielding his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, which slammed into the large shield. The heavily armored Wu soldiers staggered back, regaining their footing in shock.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" The crossbows roared as they attacked at close range, striking the Martial Saint's armor with dull metallic clangs. Several pierced through the gaps in the armor and penetrated into his flesh.

The Martial Saint, with his towering figure, took three steps back, his breathing suddenly becoming rapid.

Qi Ye quickly glanced at the green health bar, which had dropped by a third in an instant. A bad feeling welled up in his heart.

"Guan Yu, you bean seller, do you even deserve to be called 'a match for ten thousand men'?"

Jiang Qin sensed the opportunity, jerked the reins, and spurred his horse into a gallop.

"General, you are mighty! General, you are mighty!" The various camps of Eastern Wu roared wildly, the drums beat like thunder, and the shouts were deafening.

"Damn, the boss rushed up so fast, how shameless." Qi Ye's expression subtly changed.

This game is so realistic; the rats really do sneak attacks.

"My lord, you are injured now, quickly avoid his sharp edge!" Zhou Cang shouted loudly as he fought off a Wu soldier.

Taking advantage of the fearless momentum of his warhorse, Jiang Qin swung his long-handled broadsword, and no one could stop him.

"Should I avoid the sharp edge of this rat?" Qi Ye calmed himself down and steadily began to unleash his charged attack.

The Martial Saint, with a cold expression and unparalleled fighting spirit and momentum, roared and slashed.

clang!

To everyone's astonishment, Jiang Qin was sent flying backwards, still in his single stirrup. He felt an unimaginable, immense divine power strike him head-on, and he spat out a mouthful of blood mid-air. After crashing to the ground, he rolled more than twenty steps before finally coming to a stop.

The battlefield fell silent instantly.

"The boss is actually myself." Qi Ye was shocked, feeling the charm of mowing down enemies like Musou.

After the initial shock, he quickly summoned his horse. The divine steed Red Hare responded swiftly, rushing to the Martial Saint's side, its fiery red body burning like flames.

Wu's army all wanted to present Red Hare to Lord Wu to gain merit, so they did not harm it.

The Martial Saint leaped onto his horse, yanked the reins hard, and closed in on Jiang Qin in a single breath. A dazzling blade of light pierced the unconscious figure on the ground, ripping open his chest and lifting him up.

Jiang Qin awoke in pain, his eyes wide open in terror, and died with his murderous gaze still unclosed.

Qi Ye pressed his finger against the Enter key and typed a sarcastic remark: "Selling your head and getting caught, how dare you bark in front of the enemy!"

The Martial Saint looked down with disdain and slashed at the corpse of the bandit general with his sword, repeating the words without missing a single one. His powerful voice swept through the three armies, and everyone felt as if they were in the midst of a thunderous drum formation.

"Awesome, it really lets you taunt!" Qi Ye was overjoyed; the game offered more freedom than he had imagined.

Wu Jun felt a chill run down his spine, and his breathing became rapid. Someone shouted "Run!" and they stumbled and fled.

"My lord is mighty! My lord is mighty!"

The thunderous shouts were insufficient to express the fervent worship in the hearts of the Han soldiers. Their gazes were fixed on one man, offering their unwavering loyalty, even unto death.

Guan Yu was completely dumbfounded. He had heard that voice clearly just now; he must have either encountered a ghost or a god.

In ancient times, there were many stories of spirits possessing bodies, which were thought to be unfounded, but now we know that they are not false.

"Pursue the enemy, don't let a single one escape!" Qi Ye's bloodlust for killing ignited.

The Martial Saint charged forward with unparalleled speed, slaughtering even the most insignificant creatures as easily as chopping vegetables. Zhou Cang tried several times to persuade him to retreat, but he could not stop the sharpness of the Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

Guan Ping and Liao Hua led their troops to the rescue, but were speechless with shock at the scene of utter devastation. They had been prepared to sacrifice themselves to protect their commander's retreat, but they never expected the Han army to win.

"Your Excellency, with your valiant spirit, took the head of the bandit general Jiang Qin amidst ten thousand troops, and decisively defeated the Wu army!" Wang Fu reported loudly, his eyes red.

Mi Fang surrendered the city, Jiangling fell, the whole prefecture was in a state of panic, and all the people were filled with despair.

Fortunately, a ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone upon Jingchu, saving those who longed for the Han dynasty from peril.

Liao Hua's face beamed with a radiant smile, the joy reaching his eyes and brows: "Your Majesty's divine might will surely lead our people out of this perilous situation!"

Guan Ping clenched his fists, his heart filled with sorrow: "My father is still wounded by old injuries, yet he still has to go to the battlefield to fight the enemy. When will the heavens have pity on the Han dynasty?"