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

"In the past, we always pursued realism and openness in games, but when we actually encountered such games, players felt constrained."

Qi Ye had played Three Kingdoms games before. By following the main storyline, he could easily solve all sorts of problems.

"The Legend of the Three Kingdoms" gave him a strange sense of emptiness, as if he had a lot of strength but couldn't use it.

The AI ​​is very intelligent and can independently complete various arrangements. It is precisely because it is so intelligent that the commander seems both useless and extremely useful.

If a real-life genius were to devise this strategic plan, it might just lead to a thrilling, epic battle.

Even the most reckless warrior might only be able to take on a thousand men single-handedly. In the mid-game, you'll inevitably encounter battles involving tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of players.

Playing "Gods of the Three Kingdoms" with a game-like mindset will put you at a disadvantage.

"Looks like I'll have to use my brain." Qi Ye jotted it down in his notebook, planning to make a guide when he had time.

Sparks crackled and leaped from the brazier, wisps of heat rising in the air. The Martial Saint stepped out from behind the city wall, lingering and observing, a corner of the sky beginning to lighten.

A high-pitched neigh echoed from the stable, remarkably clear in the desolate dawn. The surrounding warhorses stamped their hooves restlessly, stirring in unison.

"It's Red Hare." Qi Ye recognized the sound and decided to go see his loyal companion.

The Martial Saint strode away, his expression suddenly changing as if he had been taken aback.

The frail girl, carrying a bundle of dry grass on her back, struggled to lift a wooden bucket as big as her waist, and swayed as she approached Red Hare. The moment she landed, a little water spilled out of the bucket.

Red Hare lowered its head to the water bucket, exhaling warm white breath from its nostrils and licking its tongue. This fellow always only drinks clean water; it won't touch the water in the manger if it's been left overnight.

"Hmm? Warhorses need to drink water in the game?" Qi Ye flipped through the panel, couldn't find the hunger value, and inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be hilarious if a dignified martial saint starved to death.

"Gods of the Three Kingdoms" strengthens the characters, but that's all it does.

Therefore, it is highly likely that Red Hare will die in battle.

Qi Ye felt a sudden, inexplicable anxiety. The image of a divine steed in terms of combat power was self-evident. A martial saint could eat steamed buns if he was injured, but if his mount was injured, he'd probably have to reload the save file.

Red Hare quenched its thirst, shook its head from side to side to shake off the water, splashing it all over San'er's face.

She smiled dismissively, untied the hay from her back, and offered it to Red Hare's mouth:

"My dear flesh, eat it now."

Red Hare turned its back and kicked the girl into a haystack with one hoof.

It really just happened in a flash.

San'er's lips were pressed together until they turned white, and she stubbornly refused to make a sound, only her nose twitched.

Red Hare snorted loudly, as if nothing had happened, its eyes still filled with contempt.

Qi Ye couldn't help but chuckle; what a clever horse!

Red Hare followed the Martial Saint in his campaigns, carrying a fierce aura. It was an unruly creature, and ordinary people simply couldn't get close to it.

To put it another way, even a Dou Di (Battle Emperor) might fall to their death.

With current medical conditions, being trampled by a warhorse would severely injure one's internal organs, leaving one either dead or crippled.

The Martial Saint stepped forward casually, his voice indifferent: "Are you alright?"

San'er's shoulders trembled as she cried out, "I'm so useless. I can't even go to the battlefield, and I can't even feed the horses properly."

The Martial Saint calmly replied, "It doesn't eat dry grass."

San'er stared wide-eyed, her eyes filled with disbelief and shock. The tears that streamed down her face washed away some of the charred sesame seed cake, revealing a girl's bright complexion.

The Martial Saint said calmly, "Use bran, soybeans, dried mixed rice, and dried cakes, and you must also add some salt."

San'er's face froze in fear, and she said timidly and guiltily, "I understand."

Footsteps approached quickly, and Zhou Cang's loud voice rang out:

"You brat, here again! I told you it's none of your business how the Lord gets his mount, why didn't you listen! If you approach him again, I'll arrest you as a spy for Eastern Wu!"

San'er was startled, as if something had entered her chest cavity. She pounded her chest hysterically, her emotions seemingly out of control.

The Martial Saint was slightly taken aback: "So angry?"

Seeing Guan Yu present, Zhou Cang tried to suppress his volatile temper. He was still furious, glaring fiercely at the little girl again and again:

"My lord, you may not know this, but while she appears diligent and honest, she's a filthy scoundrel behind the scenes, even stealing the warhorses' feed!"

The Martial Saint looked down at the girl from his high vantage point.

San'er's heart was in turmoil, but he didn't hide anything and told the truth: "I didn't steal it. The bran was stuck in the manger, and the horse wouldn't eat it. I cleaned it up and ate it myself..."

Qi Ye felt a pang of unease. What kind of world was this? The warhorse ate freshly cut alfalfa mixed with golden millet, its mane glossy from the meal.

The people, their blood still wet on the land of the Yellow Turbans, are now facing the rising swords of warlords. Fields lie barren, and for miles, not a rooster crows. The living sell their children, and the dead lie exposed in the wilderness.

What happened to putting the people first?

Zhou Cang, quick-tempered, his eyes bloodshot, said, "On the battlefield, Red Hare is your second life, my lord. Are you trying to kill your lord by not feeding it enough?"

San'er's face froze, her composure wavering before collapsing: "I brought hay, but it won't eat it... it won't eat it..."

Zhou Cang was about to say something when the Martial Saint coldly interrupted him: "Go feed the horses."

The atmosphere remained tense for a while before Zhou Cang strolled over to Red Hare and took out some fine feed.

Red Hare chewed greedily, giving the girl a defiant sidelong glance, the aroma of fresh bran oozing from the corners of its mouth.

Qi Ye initially thought the little girl would lose her will to live. But upon closer inspection, he saw in her eyes a hint of the resilience, forbearance, gentleness, and magnanimity of a woman who had suffered hardship—broken yet rebuilt.

The wind tugged at the hem of the Martial Saint's robe, his face unusually calm.

San'er felt guilty and kept apologizing: "My lord, I am useless. Please let me go to the battlefield."

The Martial Saint's shoulders slumped slightly, his voice deep and resonant:

"You've never been to school, nor have you ever fed horses, yet you're forced to face everything. The world forces you forward, and how can you not make mistakes as you stumble and fall? Who hasn't made mistakes? Just correct them."

"My third brother lost Xuzhou, and I lost Jingzhou. Who knows, my eldest brother might lose something even bigger in the future. But life has to go on, we can't just stand still."

Guan Yu: "..." Could my brother possibly throw something even bigger?!

Truly, Zhuge Liang has had a tough time.

The Martial Saint spoke with a resounding voice: "Once I shatter this chaotic world and give you enough to eat, you won't have to suffer like this anymore."

The girl's large tears rolled down her cheeks. She looked in the mirror countless times before bed, but dared not have such a beautiful dream.

A voice immediately popped into her head: I want to die!

Strive to grow stronger, so that dying for your lord will be more worthwhile.

Zhou Cang hummed a song as he used a bundle of grass to scrape and brush the Red Hare's fur in the direction of its fur, carefully removing the dirt and grime before wiping it with a cloth. Finally, he smoothed the mane and tail, keeping the horse clean and healthy.

Red Hare was enjoying itself comfortably, occasionally letting out a few pleasant snorts.

The Martial Saint gave an unquestionable order: "The city is short-handed, and Tanzhi can't handle it all by himself. You are the general, go and help him. Leave the stables to San'er."

Zhou Cang let out a miserable cry: "My lord, I can get up earlier!"