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

"Brother White is so perceptive." Qi Ye looked regretful. A red dot had appeared on the minimap, revealing Lü Meng's location. With proper preparation, he might be able to give him a surprise.

Opportunities are fleeting. As long as the man in white is alive, he'll eventually die. Qi Ye isn't in a hurry; he'll take it slow. Once his strength improves, there's no need to go through all this trouble.

The Martial Saint's total kill count reached [2026], successfully leveling up to level eleven. After one battle, the Martial Saint's reputation as a thousand-killer was truly confirmed.

Wu's army retreated in a grand and imposing manner, carefully protecting their commander's banner. The north wind howled, sweeping across the fields, creating a desolate and bleak scene. They retreated with their tails between their legs, looking utterly disheveled.

Qi Ye wasn't surprised that Maicheng could be held. The soldiers simply couldn't withstand the cold weather during the siege. The Martial Saint alone could hold off a thousand troops.

"Guan Yu kept his promise and opened the city gates to meet the Wu army. When the news spread, it was no less than a great victory than flooding seven armies. In chaotic times, it is not surprising that a person who always upholds 'trust and righteousness' is revered as a god."

"The rebel armies throughout Jingzhou will follow in Guan Yu's footsteps and resolutely crush the rule of the Sun family in Jiangdong. Whether to follow a hero or a scoundrel, everyone has a scale in their heart."

"I'm going to the netherworld to rally my old troops, with ten thousand banners to slay Yama, that would be true heroism. I'll teach my ancestors a lesson, and that would be upholding righteousness for the world. The descendants of Jiangdong don't have faith in Jiangdong's youth, Sun Shiwan, what makes you think you can win?"

Qi Ye lay back in the gaming chair, shifting into a comfortable, relaxed position. After playing for so long, weariness washed over him, and his eyelids grew heavy.

The Martial Saint stood atop a mountain of corpses as high as the walls of Maicheng, watching the enemy forces depart, exuding an aura of authority without anger. He became the faith and guardian deity of Maicheng.

"To be honest, Guan Yu also has health; he's a mortal human being. Thirty thousand men coming one by one would definitely be no match for him. What if they used catapults instead?"

"If a fifty-pound boulder were to fall on you, even the thickest health bar wouldn't be able to withstand it!"

"If the guy in white can consider re-establishing his banner and hiding in the army to protect himself, he might use a new method next time. I can't let my guard down yet; I'm not the most handsome Wind Spirit Moon Shadow player in legends."

Stay calm and don't get carried away.

In Qi Ye's Mount & Blade 1: Han-Xiongnu chapter, there's no stamina limit. It's fine when you have a mount, but once you're off-mount, the AI-controlled Xiongnu cavalry suddenly becomes smarter, relentlessly firing involuntarily, making it incredibly frustrating for the player in infantry mode, often resulting in their health being emptied without them even realizing it.

Even with the ability to alter things, you can't withstand stray arrows; sometimes, game designers really can play tricks on players.

Qi Ye cherished Red Hare precisely because he feared encountering such a situation. A fine horse could give a warrior a second life. He wouldn't easily dismount the Martial Saint unless absolutely necessary.

Divine Steed, Crescent Blade, the darling of Mount & Blade games.

Qi Ye closed his eyes to rest, rubbed them, and after a while opened them to look at Maicheng. Below the city lay corpses lying haphazardly, arms outstretched stiffly, half-faces buried in pools of blood, and severed limbs piled up like small mountains.

"That bad?"

Qi Ye muttered something to himself and then saw hundreds of guards lying on the parapet, gazing up at the invincible figure of the Martial Saint, greedily enjoying the psychological comfort after the victory of the war.

"My lord, you are mighty! Mighty!"

A deafening roar swept across Maicheng. They held Maicheng, they truly held it. No one can imagine what they went through.

Wu's army numbered thirty thousand, a full thirty thousand. Standing beneath the city walls, they stretched out in a vast, imposing mass, creating an overwhelming sense of oppression. The civilians and soldiers within the city numbered no more than four thousand; even including the elderly, the weak, women, and children, they were still less than a single hair on Wu's army.

They held on to it, albeit in such a bloody way.

Qi Ye pointed at a soldier with thick arms, who turned out to be a blacksmith with ten years of experience. He was fierce in battle and skilled with a heavy sword.

"I was scared when my first fellow villager died, but when all the comrades who joined the army with me were down to just me, what was fear?!"

The burly woodcutter said, "It's strange. When Guan Yu was the first to charge out, I did hesitate, but since I was the only one left, I just followed him!"

A survivor who personally led the people across the river said: "The Han Dynasty will surely prosper! I am just an ordinary person, and at this moment, my eyes are filled with tears. I truly love the name of the Han people! I will lead the suicide squad. Let me be the first to scale the walls, seize the enemy's position, capture the flag, and kill the enemy!"

Qi Ye saw that everyone was in good condition and became careless, failing to dodge.

"You good-for-nothing! I have to take care of you getting married and starting a family. When are you going to earn enough to get married yourself and make your old man proud?! ... I used to be a little harsh with you, but now that you're successful, the neighbors won't look down on me anymore, and your grandfather won't scold me anymore... Can you get up and say something to your father?"

"My son, you wanted to join the army before. I didn't want you to go. I have a skill and I've raised you with great difficulty for more than 20 years. Just because someone says you can join the army, do you think you can just go? But you wanted to make something of yourself, you were determined to do it even if it killed you, so I let you try... Now I regret it."

"Father, Mother, I've been ugly and troublesome since I was little. I've been a petty thief with a bad reputation, bringing shame to you both. Today, I'm going to sacrifice myself for my country, so they won't, and wouldn't, laugh at me anymore. I... I'm not a coward. I'm just a little unfilial, going to take care of Grandfather first."

The third son, distraught, went from soldier to soldier asking, "Has anyone seen my grandfather? Is he alright?"

Qi Ye looked towards Maicheng, a scene of devastation, with broken walls and ruins howling hoarsely in the wind.

A man stood in the crowd, loudly hurling insults at the Han Dynasty, his words like knives, aimed directly at the court. The soldiers glanced sideways, but he grew even more arrogant, clenching his fists, hating this weak empire that couldn't even protect the dignity of its people.

Wang Fu clanged his sword and scabbard, and shouted:

"Gentlemen, are you afraid of pain? Are you afraid of death? Do you still remember the oath you swore when you joined the army to support the Han Dynasty? Do you still have the courage to perish together with the enemy?"

The common people and soldiers stood silently, their expressions indescribably complex. They didn't understand right or wrong; they only knew that their lives were incredibly difficult.

Bones lie exposed in the wilderness, and for miles no rooster crows. Born in a chaotic world, human life is as worthless as grass, and who knows whose banner tomorrow will hang our heads on.

Wang Fu was about to say something to boost morale when the Martial Saint interrupted him with a wave of his hand, his spirit soaring:

"That's enough, Guoshan. Many of them are ordinary people. Their willingness to go to the battlefield is already a great kindness. Let everyone vent their emotions freely, any kind of emotion is acceptable."

"They insult the Han Dynasty and the King of Hanzhong, but they cannot be punished today."

Everyone stood there, stunned, staring blankly at Guan Gong.

The Martial Saint declared domineeringly, "Maicheng, I will defend it myself; that is enough!"

Zhou Cang was deeply moved, his numerous wounds reopening: "I will share both glory and shame with you, my lord, and I will never back down!"

The soldiers' eyes were resolute, and they shouted in unison, "To uphold the Han Dynasty, even death is acceptable!"