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

Qi Ye glanced at Wang Fu for a long time. The guy had a stern face and kept giving subtle signals, but he wouldn't offer a solution. An awkward, deathly silence filled the air.

I played for half a day, but several days of game time have passed. My character is only level seven, not powerful enough!

They act hesitantly, lacking the flair expected of Souls-like players. However, this is perhaps part of the unique charm of "Gods of the Three Kingdoms." A completely new and open world, where you can even exchange blows with NPCs.

Eastern Wu seems to have occupied the high ground of intelligence. In the area of ​​manipulating people's hearts and morality, apart from the reclusive Jia Xu and Cheng Yu, they have few rivals.

Qi Ye looked around the screen, hoping to find a reliable helper.

Wang Fu, courtesy name Guoshan, served under Guan Yu in guarding Jingzhou and offered many wise strategies. In the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, he volunteered to stay and defend Linju. Upon hearing of the deaths of Guan Yu and his son, he fell from the city wall and died for his country, a testament to his loyalty and valor.

Zhao Lei, courtesy name Wenhou, served as the vanguard commander and chief clerk of Guan Yu's army. He was loyal and capable, and in charge of the grain and military affairs of Jingzhou. He followed Guan Yu on the Northern Expedition, and even when Guan Yu was defeated at Maicheng, he still vowed to follow him to the death. In the breakout battle at Linju, he fought bravely and died for his lord, leaving behind a name for loyalty and righteousness.

Both men were extremely loyal and insightful in handling government affairs, taking everything into consideration. However, they lacked quick wit and strategic planning, which prevented them from fully supporting the overall situation.

Yi Ji was fair-skinned and refined, a traditional scholar with eloquence. Guan Ping, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, exuded heroic spirit. He was said to be both literate and skilled in martial arts, but unfortunately, he lacked the ability to break through enemy lines, slay generals, be the first to scale enemy lines, or capture flags, nor did he possess the insightful wisdom of a strategist.

Zhou Cang was a man of fiery temper, a straightforward and impulsive man who would be devoted to Guan Yu once he set his mind on him.

No one fears a decisive battle to the death; what's truly frightening is the cunning of scoundrels. This is true of the white-clad traitor crossing the river, and of the dilemma between loyalty and integrity.

Qi Ye opened the Romance of the Three Kingdoms on the bookshelf and responded with the coolest line:

"Does my son wish me to sit on the fire?"

Zhuge Jin came prepared, planning carefully before acting, which was completely unfair to the Maicheng camp, leaving them no time to fully consider countermeasures.

The Martial Saint's unconditional return of Jiang Qin and Han Dang's heads, or his offering to bury them early, were both acts of magnanimity that earned him the respect of the world.

Through the transaction, they fell into a disadvantageous position. Unfortunately, Guan Yinping was in the hands of Eastern Wu, so they had no choice but to rescue her.

Zhuge Jin smiled calmly, appearing harmless: "My lord, I have come with sincerity."

Qi Ye quickly clicked pause, freezing the game screen. He had underestimated the audacity of scholars and literati. Before drawing his sword, the Martial Saint had no advantage whatsoever.

"Or, we could just detain Zhuge Jin and exchange him for a hostage."

Qi Ye pondered for a moment and quickly abandoned the idea. Detaining the envoy would be a serious violation of diplomatic protocol and could easily be seen as an extreme provocation and an unjust act, damaging national prestige.

Furthermore, Zhuge Jin was one of the few pro-Shu factions in Eastern Wu, and he often worked to promote the alliance between the two countries.

If such people are detained, the families of the Jingzhou soldiers are likely to suffer. A perfectly good national war will turn into a victory for the despicable.

Wouldn't that have given Sun Shiwan and Brother White a good time?

The Martial Saint is upright and honorable, and Qi Ye must also be righteous and honorable. He must at least toy with his enemy on his home turf.

"Why should I, a sports representative, think so much? As for the mental health representative, I'm not feeling well... I need off-field support."

Qi Ye stretched and dialed the number he had been planning to make for a long time. The familiar ringtone sounded.

"The dark sky hangs low, white bones are shattered, flesh boils, flesh boils, who are you tearing apart?"

"..."

Are you asleep? Is it this late?

Qi Ye drew back the curtains to let in some fresh air; it was truly dark. Being too dedicated to one's work has its downsides; it makes it easy to lose track of time.

Yes, he has a job too. Even if he earns little, it's still work.

Qi Ye hung up the phone, found the chat box with "Oh, it's Orange," and sent a QQ message:

"Let me tell you, I'm currently enjoying the moon with a girl who looks like a fairy."

Oh, it's an orange! Take a close-up picture of how pretty it is, showing me its profile, its front view, and its legs.

Orange, a history short video blogger, has a deep understanding of history, including the Three Kingdoms period. Her interpretations are detailed and informative, and she is particularly good at dissecting classic battles in a popular and easy-to-understand style.

With the phrase "committing suicide to return to heaven," he gained a large following among enthusiasts of unofficial history.

Qi Ye felt this was a bit tricky and replied weakly, "Isn't it inappropriate to take photos without my consent?"

Oh, it's an orange: Find an opportunity, find an angle, and don't let her find out.

Qi Ye posted a picture of a very slender and beautiful woman.

Oh, it's an orange. After a long silence, I said: v50.

Qi Ye generously said, "If you come to Jinling, I won't charge you rent."

Orange: Come to Lin'an, I'll cover your travel expenses, food, and lodging. I'll take you to see the rime ice, where the sky, clouds, mountains, and water form a single white tiger.

Qi Ye, with an air of righteousness, said, "You pay for the travel expenses, and I'll treat you to dinner."

Orange was surprised: "Not taking advantage of every opportunity is not like you. Did your plane crash today?"

Qi Ye was furious, and his typing speed increased by three points:

"I'm usually kind, generous, and righteous. How could I be so despicable? I'll treat you, don't try to take it from me."

Orange smiled and said: "Hmph, you need something from me!"

Qi Ye initially intended to tell the whole story, but considering the constraints of the confidentiality agreement, he changed his approach and began to explain in detail:

"I'm writing a novel about the Three Kingdoms..."

Orange listened patiently: With your utterly incompetent IQ, you dare to write novels? Can you even understand the six arts of being stupid, clumsy, foolish, idiotic, dull, and morbid?

Qi Ye said smugly, "Thank you for the compliment. This is the first time I've felt like an all-rounder, a versatile warrior."

Without hesitation, Ju Zi said: "Just ask Zhuge Jin for a thousand shi of grain, and then go to Maicheng with Guan Yinping."

That's all?

So Easy.

Qi Ye felt a pang of discomfort in his chest. "I feel even worse," he thought.

Wu's army besieged Maicheng. The city's food supplies were almost exhausted, and there were no reinforcements from outside. The soldiers were hungry and exhausted.

The small town, originally with a population of two thousand, was crammed with four thousand. Even if all the surplus grain from the people's homes was collected, it wouldn't last more than a few days.

Guan Yinping's entry into Maicheng with grain carts makes her a hero. The tolerance of the soldiers and civilians within the city will greatly increase.

"This brilliant idea, upon closer examination, is entirely mine! Regardless of who said it first, the one who implements it wins. From this day forward, it's my own creation—patent, authorship, implementation—all belong to me. Any objections? Keep them to yourself! First come, first served, understand?"

"I'm a genius for coming up with such a great way to break the deadlock."

Qi Ye felt he could grind again and create a legendary martial saint.

Orange pressed further: When will you come to Lin'an?

Qi Ye smiled and declined, "Sorry, I have a girlfriend." [Image]

Orange complained: "It's one thing for people to be poor and lack ambition, but even the handle of the halberd is short?"

Qi Ye stated, "Wait until I make money."

Orange is relieved: [Praying to Buddha] I was devastated in my senior year of high school. I felt like I wouldn't get into Tsinghua or Peking University. My mom prayed to Buddha for me, saying that I could do it.

Qi Ye, his dejected expression vanishing, said, "Once I make money, I'll open the most expensive private room in Lin'an and let you sing Fengxian."

Orange is arrogant and domineering: I have 800,000 followers, Wild Child, are you even capable?

Qi Ye's face stiffened as he recalled his painful memories. When Ju Zi first started his account, he sought advice from everyone he knew. Qi Ye had kindly shared his knowledge of platform traffic rules and editing techniques. Ju Zi's account had taken off, but Qi Ye was still stuck in the same place.

Talent is something that you simply don't have if you're not born with it.