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

Qi Ye fought a fierce and decisive battle, only calling a retreat as night fell. He reflected on today's encounter and concluded that he was not quite worthy of being called "one against a thousand."

The Martial Saint could easily sweep away one or two hundred elite soldiers on the front lines. His strength could knock away ordinary sword and shield soldiers and had a significant knockback effect on heavily armored soldiers.

In terms of combat strength, it should be more than twice as strong as Guan Yu in his youth. The most significant advantage is that there is no limitation on physical strength.

"If a thousand enemies come to fight one-on-one, a thousand will die. If ten thousand come, ten thousand will die. He can truly hold off an army of eight hundred thousand!"

Qi Ye stroked his chin thoughtfully, gaining a preliminary understanding of the realism of "The Legend of the Three Kingdoms".

The boss was a bit weak and didn't pose much of a threat; it wasn't as effective as the crossbowmen's arrows.

Specifically, Jiang Qin was still within the category of an ordinary person, slightly stronger than the average military officer.

The term "divine speed" seems to offer a preliminary explanation of the worldview. Currently, the only one who has received unreasonable enhancements is probably the Martial Saint.

Qi Ye rubbed his hands together and continued to check the control panel. There was an instant save function and a user save function.

He saved the game without hesitation and then checked the "Martial Saint" level.

A character's level determines their combat power and the difficulty of clearing a level.

Qi Ye just tried it out, and currently there are only two attack methods: "normal attack" and "charged heavy attack".

"Unlocking martial arts skills will probably require leveling up the character." Qi Ye couldn't help but look forward to it.

The game "Gods of the Three Kingdoms" is divided into five tiers, with subsequent tiers remaining undefined and requiring players to explore them gradually.

The first stage of the mortal realm, the initial stage of martial arts, with a strong physique and bones as strong as steel, capable of splitting stone tablets and shattering rocks.

For characters of levels 0-10, you need to kill 1,000 enemies. Once you reach level 10, your general skill will be unlocked.

Kill 100 enemies to level up. The Martial Saint's kill count remains at "79".

"That's not scientific. I've been chasing the fleeing soldiers for so long, my kill count should have already exceeded a hundred."

Qi Ye clicked on the "?", and a message popped up explaining: To prevent players from indiscriminately killing innocent enemies, routed soldiers are not counted in the kill count.

His expression was strange, and he scoffed, "It's just a bunch of data, how can that be considered indiscriminate killing?"

However, Qi Ye had no interest in pursuing these inexperienced routs.

He continued to explore the game's features, and suddenly felt overwhelmed.

"I'm already going all out, and the soldiers still need to eat. A game that's too realistic isn't necessarily a good thing."

"Before achieving the goal of one against a thousand, we still need to retain a certain number of soldiers as cannon fodder."

The gloomy clouds churned and rolled overhead, and snowflakes fell softly, bringing a chilly atmosphere.

The crisp sound of horses' hooves echoed in everyone's hearts, and they couldn't help but turn their gazes in that direction.

The green robe billowed up amidst the falling snow, revealing a lone rider and his horse, a truly extraordinary sight.

Along both sides of the official road, groups of emaciated starving people emerged, clinging to the clothes and belongings of the corpses.

The Jingzhou soldiers shouted for them to retreat and drew their swords to drive them away, but to no avail. The man was starving; his stomach was full of acid, and he couldn't hear anything.

Qi Ye lightly tapped on a refugee, and a series of subtitles popped up:

"Hehe, later we'll mix the rice bran we found with some black mud and bake it into mud cakes, so Erniu won't starve to death like his sister."

"My niece, whom I would have starved my young son to save, has been kidnapped by thieves. I'm sorry, brother. I can't die yet."

Guan Yu froze, his mind reeling. He could actually hear the "voices" of the refugees? The suffering of the people was far worse than he had imagined. Damn this chaotic world, when will it ever end!

Qi Ye paused for a moment, then clicked on the next refugee:

"Hmph, that Guan Yu is quite capable. I must send the intelligence back as soon as possible."

Guan Yu's pupils suddenly turned cold; there was a treacherous spy hidden among the refugees!

It seems that the blade's edge is still not sharp enough.

Qi Ye stared at the spy for a long time, then typed out the order:

"Quickly collect armor, weapons, and food; take as much as you can. Do not rob the people of their clothes or food."

The soldiers were filled with awe and quickened their pace in collecting supplies.

The wilderness was littered with the corpses of the starving and new graves. Starving people wearing white headscarves thronged the area, dragging their children along, wailing and howling like ghosts.

"My lord, it's too late! The enemy's pursuers could arrive at any moment!" Wang Fu urged loudly.

Zhou Cang, Guan Ping, Liao Hua, Zhao Lei, and others gathered around and all looked toward their commander.

"No, without supplies, we won't be able to hold Maicheng," Qi Ye replied resolutely.

Maicheng was a small town with scarce resources; its food reserves could not last more than a few days.

Qi Ye must reach level 10 to have a chance to break through and escape. After killing another 10,000 enemies to reach level 20 and complete the first transformation, he can then become a one-man army.

After reaching level 20, one experiences a sense of freedom and ease, with muscles and bones resonating and blood and energy flowing smoothly. One can begin to draw upon the power of heaven and earth, allowing for free and unrestrained execution of techniques.

Qi Ye estimated that the Jiangdong scoundrels besieging the city wouldn't be small in number, making it a good opportunity for a good slaughter. The prerequisite was ensuring that Maicheng had ample supplies.

"Wang Fu, go and organize the people to collect grain and fodder."

"Understood!"

"Zhou Cang, protect the wounded soldiers and the supply wagons, and head to Maicheng first."

"My lord, your injuries are more severe; don't push yourself!"

"Hmph!" Qi Ye replied with a single word, his tone carrying an undeniable domineering air.

Zhou Cang felt an inexplicable pressure on his body, and his breathing became labored.

Guan Ping clasped his hands in a fist salute: "General, you are still injured; you must not act rashly!"

After searching for a while, Qi Ye finally found several crossbow bolts on the Martial Saint's body.

Holy crap, what kind of crappy game is this? It's been so long and the crossbow bolts still haven't disappeared.

"Pull it out."

A cold voice echoed in everyone's ears.

Guan Ping exclaimed in surprise, "General, there is no physician present. Taking rash measures will only worsen the injury."

Liao Hua's eyes were red: "I know you are anxious, my lord, but please don't rush things for now."

Before anyone could take any action, the Martial Saint stretched out his bulging arm and pulled out the crossbow bolt, which had brought blood and flesh with it.

He didn't make a sound, coldly carrying out the actions.

Just watching him made everyone feel pain all over their bodies; he truly deserved to be called a ruthless person who had undergone bone-scraping surgery.

Qi Ye was also stunned; he hadn't expected such a thing to happen.

Advances in AI have enabled characters to understand player commands.

This is a huge step forward in the history of gaming.

Guan Ping shouted, "Quickly, get the physician up here to stop the general's bleeding!"

Qi Ye stared intently at the screen, his health bar flashing and decreasing.

The doctor applied the medicine and bandaged the wound, which finally stopped the bleeding.

The generals stared at the Martial Saint's unfurrowed brow, utterly at a loss for words to express their shock.

A husband should be like this.

Qi Ye searched his backpack, but it was empty; there were no healing items. The Martial Saint's health bar was now down to half.

He stared at it for a long time, but the health bar didn't budge. If he waited for his body to recover naturally, it would likely take at least ten days to two weeks.

"It seems that upgrading is the only way forward."