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

The advantage of riding alone is that one can come and go as swiftly as the wind. Qi Ye did not linger in battle, but used the advantage of his horse to quickly break away and attack the enemy's rear.

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade struck with tremendous force, slashing down at the supply wagon. With a crash, the wagon collapsed and fell to the ground.

The conscripted laborers were terrified and scattered in a commotion. The county soldiers, barely clothed, were not fit to fight to the death, and fearing punishment from their superiors, they cunningly beat drums to bolster their morale, while hurling insults at the Martial Saint.

"You traitorous beast, with Jingzhou lost, you are like a stray dog, what face do you have left to live!"

"Liu Bei is so lucky to have a sworn brother like you; his ancestors for eight generations must be blessed! Hahahaha!"

Guan Yu felt his blood rush to his head, and his vision blurred. With the loss of Jingzhou, the Han dynasty was left isolated in the west, and he truly didn't know how to explain this to his brother.

Jingzhou, strategically located north of the Han and Mian rivers, with access to the South China Sea, east of Wu and Kuai, and west of Ba and Shu, is a land of military prowess and a gift from heaven. Without Jingzhou, even with the natural defenses of Shu, it would be difficult to conquer the Central Plains, rendering the strategist's literary and military talents in vain.

"It's just Jingzhou, isn't it? I'll take it by myself, sword in hand!" Qi Ye replied with soaring confidence.

Aside from Lu Bu, who leaps down from Hulao Pass with black lightning all over his body, who can rival Guan Yu?

"Taking Jingzhou alone, you think you're Liu Biao? Hahahaha..."

Wu Jun laughed so hard he almost fell over, and a sneer erupted from all sides. They waved flags and beat drums, making a show of force, but no one dared to get close, relying on their cleverness.

Qi Ye also avoided venturing into crowds, as it could slow his horse down, lead to encirclement, or result in his mount being hit by stray arrows.

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade unleashed a flurry of powerful strikes, sending corpses flying and demoralizing the enemy soldiers.

Guan Yu stroked his magnificent beard and laughed heartily: "As long as Maicheng stands, I, Guan Yu, have not been utterly defeated. With my Green Dragon Crescent Blade and Red Hare, I will follow you to slaughter these rats!"

This state of effortlessly killing enemies was simply wonderful. Guan Yu was immersed in it, rediscovering the spirit of his youth. Destroying a city with a single strike didn't seem so difficult anymore.

He was initially worried that he would continue to "lose control" and do things that would harm his soldiers. Now it seems that they share the same goal: to kill all the Wu dogs and restore the Han Dynasty.

Qi Yejing glanced at the minimap out of the corner of his eye; countless red dots were converging from both flanks.

"No wonder the NPCs didn't move when they were mocking me, but were secretly doing this kind of thing behind my back. You guys really put pressure on me."

The Martial Saint spurred his three captured warhorses, swiftly breaking through the encirclement and galloping away, his cloak billowing in the wind and snow.

Guan Yu was slightly taken aback: "Why the sudden retreat? What exactly does the NPC mean?"

A troop of Wu soldiers galloped up from behind, brandishing their swords, arrows flying in volleys. The pursuers shouted loudly, and drums and horns sounded in unison.

Guan Yu remained calm and composed: "I was surrounded by enemy soldiers on both flanks, yet I didn't notice. Wait... how did Your Majesty know? Could it be... that the spirit of the Han Dynasty is truly present?"

The Wu cavalry charged menacingly, and Han Dang spurred his horse, roaring, "Guan Yu, you scoundrel! Do you even recognize Han Yigong?"

Guan Yu stroked his magnificent beard, calmly looking down at the enemy: "Selling heads for a pittance, Your Excellency need not lift a finger; I, Guan, will behead them in three strikes!"

Unfortunately, he can only think with his consciousness; he has no control over his body.

Red Hare galloped like the wind, crashing into a dead tree with a loud thud. The tree trunk snapped with a crack, and snowflakes fell in a flurry.

Guan Yu muttered to himself, "Such clumsy riding skills, it's really tough on Red Hare."

Qi Ye gripped the steering wheel, and it took him a while to shake off the dizziness and adjust his direction before continuing his escape: "It's too dark, I can't see the obstacles, don't blame me."

He flicked the mouse, quickly adjusting the resolution, setting the [Material/Texture Quality] to the highest level. He then added a touch of sharpening to make the image clearer.

Guan Yu felt as if his vision had suddenly opened up, and the night scenery was captured and reflected in his eyes, clearer than ever before in his presbyopia.

He traveled from Hedong all the way to Zhuojun, and then followed his elder brother to fight all the way to Jingzhou. He could be said to have traveled all over half of the Han territory and had extraordinary knowledge. At this moment, however, his previous understanding was completely overturned.

As he grew older, the characters in the Spring and Autumn Annals became increasingly blurred, veiled by a thin mist. Guan Yu knew it was because his eyesight was failing. He no longer nocked an arrow, feeling a deep regret at his diminished strength.

Now the nighttime scenery is brought directly to your eyes, and the view suddenly becomes much deeper. Distant mountains and green trees are clearly visible, houses, pits, and large rocks are clearly distinguishable, and fallen leaves are distinct.

The vast landscape of the Han Dynasty is magnified and concentrated in the calm gaze, revealing details and layers that were previously difficult to access.

"What kind of divine power is this?!" Guan Yu was shocked and couldn't understand it at all.

Red Hare consciously avoided roadblocks and was not disturbed by the darkness, thus increasing its speed.

Qi Ye glanced at the minimap carefully. Only a dozen or so red dots were chasing after them, indicating that the bandits had very few horses. In addition, the bandits had been forced to march and the bad weather had caused their warhorses to be severely damaged, further reducing their cavalry numbers.

He ran quickly for a distance and continued to observe the minimap: "The number of red dots hasn't changed, it seems we've broken away from the main enemy force."

Han Dang, who came from Youzhou, was an excellent horseman and kept pressing forward. He took out a long arrow from his quiver and tautly nocked it on his bow.

Aim.

shooting.

The arrow whistled through the air and pierced the rump of a captured horse, striking it squarely in the heart. The warhorse neighed in pain, took a dozen steps, and then collapsed with a thud.

Qi Ye was slightly lost in thought when he heard a mocking roar from the Wu army through his earphones. The game started with the defeat of the White-Clad Crossing the River, and both the Han army and the people were living in hardship.

If he wants to develop his business, simply running a business and collecting taxes won't work. To be honest, the Martial Saint's martial prowess is considerable; he could easily take down a hundred men single-handedly. Hunting is his best path.

Now that a third of the spoils had been lost, Qi Ye couldn't swallow his anger: "You old bastard, you think you can get away with this? You think money is easy to earn? This is all hard-earned, ill-gotten gains!"

The Martial Saint tightened the reins and halted his horse in the wind. He suddenly turned around, his murderous aura surging forth. With just a glance, Han Dang's warhorse was startled and reared up high.

Han Zong panicked: "General, we must not pursue them too far. According to our scouts, Jiang Qin was killed by Guan Yu with a single blow."

Jiang Qin was a fierce general of Jiangdong, deeply trusted by Sun Quan. His martial prowess was on par with Han Dang's. If the two were to engage in a life-or-death battle, Jiang Qin would undoubtedly survive. This was simply because Jiang Qin was younger and more vigorous than Han Dang.

"Waaaaah—"

The distant sound of horns rose high into the sky, like a primordial melody. Countless torches lit up, shooting straight into the clouds.

Liao Hua charged ahead, shouting, "I am Liao Hua, the vanguard under Guan Yu! Who dares to step forward and fight to the death?"

Guan Ping charged forward on his horse, sword drawn: "Guan Ping, the eldest son of the Marquis of Hanshou, is here! You traitors, come and meet your death!"

The night was dark and the wind was turbulent. The Han army marched forward with great fanfare, startling the Wu army so much that they were scared out of their wits.

Han Dang was furious: "You brat, I'll leave your head on my neck for now, and I'll come back for it tomorrow!"

Having said that, the Wu cavalry fled in panic, and the balance of power shifted.

The moment Red Hare set off, Guan Ping spoke first: "General, our army just made a show of force, barely forcing the enemy to retreat. We must retreat into Maicheng before Han Dang can react."

Qi Ye considered leading his troops in a night raid, but feared that the enemy soldiers' morale would collapse and they would flee, thus not counting as kills. To save Maicheng from danger, the only way was to upgrade his forces.

There will be no reinforcements; Han Dang cannot be killed for the time being.