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

Yu Jin, with a large "steady" mark above his head, reported to the Martial Saint. Truly worthy of being one of the Five Elite Generals, the man Cao Cao cherished for thirty years.

To be reborn and live a second life is to be a true hero.

"Winning over Yu Jin is just a temporary measure; we can't be fooled by such a scheming NPC." A red "!" flashed in Qi Ye's mind, a sign of vigilance.

The workplace is tough enough, let alone the complex world of officialdom. Utilize them first, extract their value, and then observe their future performance.

Qi Ye clicked on Yu Jin's model, and a plain-looking dialog box popped up:

"Praise me quickly, I can handle any amount of praise, even the most cheesy ones..."

My goodness, Brother Jin's desire to perform is too strong; who can spot his flaws? There are countless heroes in the world.

The Martial Saint remained calm and composed: "Wen Ze, let us fight side by side."

Yu Jin felt a surge of pride; one day he would be renowned throughout the Jiangnan region. People praised his handsome appearance, his maturity, his military prowess, and his imposing presence.

All are false.

Yu Jin had heard enough of this in his life, and now he just wanted to hear something new. Nothing was more beautiful than "fighting side by side."

Who said this? The Martial Saint of the Mortal Realm! He beheaded Han Dang, Jiang Qin, Gan Ning, and Ling Tong as easily as slaughtering dogs and pigs.

How honored Yu Jin was to fight alongside Guan Yu. King Cao Cao of Wei waited a lifetime for Guan Yu's words, until his hair turned white.

"I only wish to find my brother, but I do not know where my royal uncle is, so I have taken refuge here temporarily. If I find out where my brother is, I will go through fire and water to find him."

Yu Jin heard these words even before the King of Wei, and immediately felt it was all worthwhile: "Please, Lord Guan, give your instructions!"

The Martial Saint, clad in a green robe and with a flowing beard, possessed an imposing presence capable of lifting cauldrons and uprooting mountains. His appearance was accompanied by extraordinary phenomena.

Thousands of people were making a ruckus, chattering incessantly, their expressions more complex than if they had married a woman ten years their senior.

"The general is serious. I suspect I've been set up by those Jiangdong scoundrels. I feel terrible, I can't breathe, and someone is choking me."

"I don't want to be a traitor to three masters either, but that's the God of War. I'll enshrine Lu Bu's memorial tablet later. We're all good brothers, so let's not laugh at each other. We met a kindred spirit in a humble place."

"How insidious, how despicable! I really want to surrender. Wouldn't it be amazing if my descendants could say I served three dynasties—Han, Wei, and Wu? And wouldn't that make Han China a part of the Han dynasty too?!"

Following Jiangdong offers no future, and the hope of returning home is slim. Guan Yu's strength lies in his unparalleled benevolence and righteousness, and his unwavering commitment to his promises. People always want to take the easier path.

The Martial Saint, displaying his cloak, drew everyone's attention, but his magnanimous expression faltered, and he hesitated for a long time before resuming his composure:

"There was a man who was originally a commoner in Jieliang. His elder brother was a mat weaver and shoe seller, and his younger brother was a pig butcher. He always thought about serving the country and bringing peace to the people."

"But now he is fifty-nine years old, and due to carelessness, he lost Jingzhou and is trapped in Maicheng. He has ended up with nearly no food supplies and his soldiers scattered."

"He dragged his wounded arm and defended Maicheng to the death, surrounded by enemies on all sides. Looking westward to Chengdu, he had no face to see his brother. A lifetime of illustrious reputation, yet he ended up like this!"

If the soldiers had heard any grand pronouncements at first, they would have scoffed. They didn't have the privileges of kings and generals, so they couldn't empathize with the sentiments.

Now, Guan Yu is revealing his own shortcomings in front of everyone, and things immediately become interesting. Guan Yu is such a proud man, with countless heroic deeds in his life, which he could talk about at length.

The story of Jie Liang, a commoner, and the loss of Jingzhou due to carelessness, is one that no one dares to easily mention.

Weaving mats and selling shoes, slaughtering pigs and selling meat—these were all closely related to the lives of ordinary people, and the soldiers were familiar with them; they sounded familiar and comforting.

The Martial Saint held his head high, his eyes looking down with disdain:

"Do not laugh at me, drunk and lying on the battlefield. How many have returned from ancient battles? Death is but one chance, but to have one's name recorded in history is to fulfill the ambition of a true man. I, Guan Yu, do not wish to have empty ambitions; tears well up in my eyes. I, Guan Yu, swear to avenge my past humiliations, to reclaim Jingzhou, and to settle my score!"

"The outcome of today's events depends on all of you present. If my humble ambitions are fulfilled and my blood feud is avenged, it will all be thanks to you all, and it will also be what I have always hoped for!"

Seeing Guan Yu's loyalty and integrity flow naturally from his heart, and hearing his passionate and powerful words, the soldiers were deeply moved and inspired.

The Martial Saint declared emphatically, "Those who wish to stay may return to Maicheng with me. Those who do not wish to stay may take the provisions from the camp and return to the north on their own."

In order to control Yu Jin's troops, Jiangdong transported rations every day, and the rice that was delivered was moldy and stale, short-weight, and of inferior quality.

Qi Ye knew that transporting all the grain to Maicheng wouldn't last long, so he decided to do a favor. The official road from Maicheng to Xiangyang would take four or five days.

If more people stay, they can solve their own food problem.

Yu Jin raised his voice and shouted, "I am willing to follow Guan Yu!"

The soldiers echoed the shouts of "We are willing to follow Guan Yu!" "We are willing to follow Guan Yu!" with an imposing and powerful momentum.

Qi Ye observed that many men had broken away from the main group and were sneaking into the camp. They made no sound, clearly intending to quietly seize the grain and return north.

As agreed, the Martial Saint did not obstruct them. Maicheng was a small city and could not accommodate so many people. Ten thousand shi of grain would not last long either; they had to plan for the long term.

Yu Jin strolled over and reported, "My lord, we have spies from Jiangdong watching our camp. They must have reported the changes. The longer we wait, the more things may go wrong. Please march as soon as possible."

Qi Ye pondered and muttered, "The Martial Saint alone is fearless. But with more troops, one must consider the needs of one's subordinates."

With Maicheng replenished with fresh troops, the Martial Saint will have more than enough room to maneuver in his next move.

Martial Saint Mo Sheng: "Let's depart immediately."

The group quickly packed their belongings and headed towards Maicheng in a large group. Most of them carried weapons, equipment, and supplies for keeping warm. As the fire spread, the camp behind them was gradually engulfed.

Yu Jin roughly assessed the situation, then clasped his hands and said, "I inform you, my lord, that there are approximately five thousand men willing to enter Maicheng."

Qi Ye estimated that two or three thousand men would be a good number. After all, the two sides had fought fiercely and had many deep-seated hatreds, so it was impossible for soldiers to stay and serve the enemy.

When Zhuge Liang was young and impetuous, he personally witnessed the three massacres in Xuzhou, where bones were exposed in the fields and people suffered terribly. This was so infuriating that he vowed never to devise a single plan or strategy for the Cao family in his lifetime.

At that time, Zhuge Liang's cousin was in the north, and his elder brother-in-law, Kuai Qi, also went north with his family to join Cao Cao. If Zhuge Liang were to face Wei, he would surely rise to prominence in the court and would soon emerge as a prominent figure.

Unfortunately, this hatred is unsolvable, and not everyone can calmly lower their moral bottom line.

The Martial Saint asked coldly, "What about Yi Ji? Is there any news about him?"

Yu Jin looked ashamed and uneasy. It took him a long time to compose himself: "This humble general sent him to Lü Meng's camp, where he was treated with great courtesy by Lü Meng."

The Martial Saint pressed further, "Where exactly is it?"

Yu Jin thought for a moment, then replied bitterly, "This humble general does not know, but one thing is certain: he was not killed."

The Martial Saint nodded: "Mm."

Qi Ye understood the situation and continued to gather information. Yu Jin answered all his questions without reservation.

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves rang out: "Report! Generals Qi and Ning, the Wu army is closing in!"

The Martial Saint blurted out, "To oppose me, who bears the will of the Han Dynasty, is utterly hopeless for a mere mortal!"

Qi Ye also realized that feeling; cleaning up the rats was as simple as breaking tiles.