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

Maicheng was in utter chaos, a scene of uproar and upheaval. Messengers rushed frantically along the city walls, their voices hoarse from shouting:

"The enemy is launching a new offensive! Get to the city wall quickly!"

From the city walls, a fierce roar surged forth. The defenders, exhausted, stared intently ahead, their eyes revealing a fearless resolve to die.

Maicheng, we must hold it no matter what! Our lord will surely return. The hope of Jingzhou lies here; who can bear to give it up?

Wang Fu's lips were dry, and he murmured:

"I am a foolish man, but I have been well-versed in the classics and history since childhood and have finally gained my current status, which will soon vanish like the wind. Fortunately, I follow a wise and savior like the King of Hanzhong, and my superior is a man of integrity and righteousness like you, Lord Junhou. What more could I ask for?"

"Many sacrificed their lives for their country in their early twenties. I have wasted decades of my life, and compared to these martyrs, I have already lived a life of mere survival, which can be considered a blessing."

Zhao was exhausted and didn't want to stand up anymore. The battle had lasted only a short while, and he had killed two or three weak soldiers; his body simply couldn't take it anymore.

"I have failed you, my lord. I failed to defend Maicheng. If you were to return and see the current situation, you would surely be disappointed in me. In the end, I still failed to stand on my own."

"My lord, in my next life I will become stronger and follow you again!"

The battle flags of Jiangdong burned like raging flames beneath the city walls. Arrows whistled through the air, pinning down a laborer guarding the city.

Zhao Lei's thoughts were pulled back to reality, and he couldn't help but peek out to vent his emotions:

"Yu Jin, you have served the King of Wei for thirty years, and in the end you are not even as good as Pang De. Now you are carrying the battle flag of Jiangdong, don't you feel ashamed? Do you have no sense of shame?"

"You cowardly Jiangdong scoundrel!"

Yu Jin was shaken to his core, staring intently at the walls of Maicheng. His early life had been one of unparalleled heroism; how could he be called a lowly rat in his later years? Who could bear such a thing?

"I'd like to see how you defend Maicheng without Guan Yu. When the city falls, I will tear you all to pieces to wash away my shame!"

Grand Commander Lü Meng led his elite troops to besiege Guan Yu, and with Zhu Ran and Pan Zhang also lying in ambush, Guan Yu had no chance of escape.

Zhuge Jin, with his handsome appearance, said: "Quickly take Maicheng, don't disappoint the Supreme One."

Yu Jin shuddered slightly: "Is the Supreme One coming to Maicheng?"

Zhuge Jin remained silent, his expression serious. The Emperor's presence at Maicheng to oversee the battle was hardly an honor. Jiang Qin and Han Dang had both perished; he had likely come to demand justice.

Therefore, without consulting Lü Meng, he urged Yu Jin to send troops to attack Maicheng, hoping to save face. With the Emperor's arrival, he could then provide a respectable explanation.

"Attack the city!" Yu Jin shouted the order, having discerned the answer he wanted from Zhuge Jin's expression.

The cities that Lü Meng failed to conquer are now in his hands.

Bloodstains spread like mist, reaching every corner of the city. Countless chaotic figures rushed down below the city walls, launching a frenzied attack.

The defenders pushed people forward, looking down at the city below.

The ladders stretched along the wall, and the first to climb them looked up and attacked, like a dark mass of ants swarming up.

Arrows rained down, and spears thrust in unison.

The vanguard risked their lives to climb, and the armored soldier swept away the surrounding guards and laborers with overwhelming force, displaying fierce arrogance.

The defending troops were inferior to Yu Jin's army in terms of weapons and equipment, and they were exhausted from long-term escape and day and night defense.

Outside the city, in the open fields, Yu Jin's personal guards galloped in formation, occasionally drawing their bows and shooting arrows to suppress the defending troops.

The entire city wall stretched out, blades flashing fiercely, blood gushing like a fountain, and corpses slumped to the ground. The bandits leaped over the corpses to attack, but a young man leaped forward, tackled them to the ground, and gnawed on their ears.

The bandits surged forward, heading straight for the defending soldiers, their momentum carrying the force of collapsing rocks.

The defending soldiers gritted their teeth, stamped their feet, and pushed forward, shouting hoarsely, "Kill!"

With a mighty swing of the shield, enemy soldiers were thrown to the ground, rolling and tumbling. Long swords with ring pommels slashed and hacked, sending pieces of flesh and limbs flying everywhere.

Blood gushed out and spilled down the stone steps, spreading into the inner city.

"My father entrusted Maicheng to me; I absolutely cannot let Maicheng fall!"

Guan Yinping changed her stance mid-air, her long sword pressing down like Mount Tai, cleaving one person into a bloody mist.

She gave a solemn, light shout, and suddenly unleashed her sword technique, transforming the blade into a giant moon, over ten feet wide, its silver light gleaming.

The blade flashed from the moon and pierced straight into the thief, who screamed in agony.

The remaining force of the longsword propelled it forward, the two forces clashing and striking the shield with a resounding clang, scattering into a shower of stars, dazzling as a painting.

The thief was utterly astonished, speechless, unable to believe that this was the strength a woman should possess.

Guan Yinping stood beneath the gleaming moonlight and the flashing blades, her body shimmering with a hazy light. She slew several people in quick succession, stabilizing the situation on the city wall.

Wang Fu and Zhao Lei were overjoyed. Even if they couldn't hold Maicheng, they were determined to make the enemy pay a heavy price.

"It's her again." Yu Jin gritted his teeth in hatred. It was the same last time. He failed to capture the south gate of Maicheng and lost the first victory.

This woman truly lives up to her reputation as a descendant of Guan Yu; she possesses a truly heroic spirit.

At the edge of the earth, several riders galloped in, an undercurrent brewing beneath the surface.

Qi Ye glanced at the minimap; it was teeming with bandits, how exciting! Yes, that's the feeling, experience points coming in endlessly.

Guan Ping was stunned and paled: "Maicheng is under attack? Who is besieging the city?"

The Martial Saint's phoenix eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent: "You all return to the city to assist in the defense, I will charge into the enemy lines."

Red Hare raised its head and neighed, charging forward towards the most intense part of the battle.

The imperial guards' scouts, gazing into the distance, felt a chill run down their spines and were filled with dread.

A green robe and a red horse—it's him, it's him, it must be him! His towering figure, like a mountain, possesses unparalleled divine power, capable of taking on a thousand men single-handedly.

He once fought fiercely in Xiangyang and Fancheng, and flooded the seven armies; he was truly a hero of his time.

They passed by once, and then heard that the Martial Saint had slaughtered the Jiangdong youths in Maicheng, sending them flying to the heavens.

All sorts of legends resounded loudly.

Grand Commander Lü Meng failed to successfully besiege the Martial Saint, who instead escaped and returned.

How could their seven or eight thousand chickens and dogs possibly withstand them!

"Woo-woo-woo—" The scout blew his horn to warn everyone, completely panicking.

The Martial Saint remained calm and composed, showing neither joy nor sorrow. He spurred his horse forward, ready for a decisive battle.

Upon hearing the bugle call, Yu Jin was stunned for a moment, then filled with anger. How could there be enemies in Maicheng? It must be a bluff by the bandits to trick him.

"Report! Guan Yu is attacking!" The scout galloped in, reporting in a trembling voice.

The Martial Saint once slaughtered countless lives in Xiangfan, leaving a trail of carnage. Now, under Yu Jin's command, just hearing the name of the Martial Saint evokes images of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, a scene of eeriness and terror.

Yu Jin's face turned deathly pale, and he shouted in protest, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could Guan Yu possibly be back?!"

A figure in a green robe suddenly burst into the formation, a truly astonishing sight, like waves crashing against the shore, rocks crumbling, and giant trees being broken.

Beneath the great banner of Jiangdong, a group of fierce bandits who had clamored to breach the city were terrified. Witnessing the awe-inspiring aura, their ferocity vanished, and they trembled uncontrollably.

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade, though no more than ten feet long, slashed forward with the force of wind and thunder, striking the wall of men. With a single strike, wooden shields shattered, and spear shafts were reduced to dust, the blood-red light blinding and the power terrifying.

With a single arm and a single slash, one could probably wield the power of a thousand pounds, its might unstoppable.

Guan Yinping looked down and her bright eyes happened to catch sight of a lone rider galloping arrogantly across the battlefield. An indescribable joy welled up in her heart:

"Father, Father has returned! He didn't abandon Maicheng!"