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

The clouds hung low, the night was deep, the sky was thick with twilight, and the atmosphere was quite oppressive.

Yu Jin was filled with righteous indignation: "How dare they chase after me? What face do they have to chase after me? I can go wherever I want, how can I let these scoundrels control me?"

The Martial Saint glanced at him indifferently: "You lead your troops to retreat, I will cover the rear."

The newly recruited army, having just experienced a mutiny, has very unstable morale. A hasty battle could easily result in heavy losses.

Yu Jin hesitated, appearing very awkward, and after a long while, he finally managed to utter a sentence:

"My lord, we were on opposing sides some time ago. I attacked Maicheng, so we have some grudges."

Qi Ye paused slightly, realizing he hadn't considered this aspect. He hadn't informed the city yet, and rashly allowing Yu Jin to approach Maicheng could easily lead to problems.

Once the two sides start fighting, the grudge will be deeply ingrained, and the knot in their hearts will likely never be untied. The awkward thing about traveling alone is that you don't even have anyone to send a message to.

The Martial Saint wrote a letter: "Give this letter to Guan Ping, and you will then enter the city as a hostage."

The time for Yu Jin to show his loyalty had come: "Yes, sir."

With his worries gone, the Martial Saint asked for a warhorse and a halberd, and rode away.

Ahead, the sound of footsteps rose rapidly. Wu's pursuing troops were approaching, their arrogance palpable.

"The attack on Maicheng was Zhuge Jin's order. Is there any fault in our night raid?"

The two sides were locked in a heated argument, and tensions were running high.

Qi Ye listened for a while before realizing it was a backup plan arranged by Yu Jin. The fabricated night attack on Maicheng was used to confuse the two sides and lead to a verbal dispute.

"Go! Stop wasting time talking to them! Yu Jin has definitely betrayed the Supreme and escaped!" Wu Jiangchun Yu Dan shouted the order, with a sense of vicissitude and fatalism like a bald middle-aged man.

He once followed Grand Commander Lü Meng in conquering the three prefectures of Changsha, Lingling, and Guiyang, and was a veteran general of Eastern Wu.

Qi Ye did not rush to make a move; his rearguard action was intended to buy time.

After a moment of stalemate, the two sides finally clashed, their swords drawn, and their shouts shook the heavens.

"Sure, Wu Jun is very powerful, this is a good opportunity to break their backbone." Qi Ye became interested.

In an instant, the Martial Saint's aura changed drastically, and two cold glints flashed in his eyes. He spurred his horse and charged forward, brandishing his halberd with immense force, heading straight for the enemy formation.

"Selling the first item at a price!"

The halberd fell with immense force, shaking the mountain, and suddenly burst forth with a beam of light over ten feet long, its power overwhelming, startling even gods and ghosts.

boom!

One of the Wu soldiers was severely wounded, spitting out a jet of blood as he looked up, his body flying backward, specks of crimson falling into the sky.

"Oh no, it's Guan Yu!" someone cried out in alarm, staggering backward.

The Wu soldiers looked up and were terrified. They were already discouraged and demoralized before the battle even began.

Chunyu Dan touched his bald head and roared fiercely, "To retreat now is no different from being a coward! Follow me, fight, fight, kill, kill!"

The Martial Saint's Halberd struck the iron shield with a deafening roar, causing it to spin continuously before flying into the air.

Everyone present was astonished and gasped. Guan Yu's physique was magnificent, and his strength was truly terrifying.

The warhorse charged forward with the force of a raging sea, its power unstoppable. The Martial Saint fought for only a few rounds, killing dozens of enemies, none of whom could withstand a single blow.

Chunyu Dan wiped away a cold sweat and changed his order: "Retreat! Wait until we get reinforcements, then we'll fight Guan Yu to the death!"

He was only ordered to check the situation; there was no need for him to risk his life. If Yu Jin escaped, so be it. With so many people dead, at least the higher-ups have been satisfied.

Wu Jun took off running, breaking into smaller groups and disappearing into the night.

"This is boring. The young generals of Eastern Wu don't even dare to face life." Qi Ye was disheartened. He had deliberately kept the bandit general alive, hoping to give the soldiers more experience, but he didn't expect them to be so easily killed.

Pursuing the fleeing soldiers was too much trouble, and we had no experience with it; it was a thankless task.

"Our Lord is divinely mighty and awe-inspiring!" the soldiers shouted, offering their loyalty.

Once, they were just as wretched as rats, forced to flee after a short fight. Now, they hold their heads high, finally able to be human again.

So this is how easy it is to win battles by following Guan Yu! It's so simple! I haven't been a human being in so long, and suddenly standing up straight feels a little strange.

The Martial Saint sheathed his halberd and spurred his horse, his eyes cold and devoid of emotion: "Return to the city."

The journey of several miles was completed in the blink of an eye. Beneath the city gate, the road was blocked by people and horses, and travelers could not proceed.

The Martial Saint, dressed in a green robe and riding a fine steed, galloped in, exuding an air of grandeur and distinction.

Yu Jin pointed excitedly ahead and said understandingly, "The Lord is back! The Lord is back! Quickly untie me, or the Lord will blame the young general."

He handed over the letter as agreed and went into the city as a hostage, believing he had done everything in his power to be humble. But to his dismay, not a single person believed him.

They were fiercely attacking the city during the day, but at night they came to surrender in a grand manner, bringing with them 5,000 troops, forming a huge, continuous line. It's hard not to be suspicious.

Guan Ping had a suspicion in his heart, and was even more incredulous, feeling a tickle all over his body. Yu Jin really wasn't feigning surrender; he was secretly seizing the city.

Yi Ji was quick-witted and eloquent, and his name was known throughout the scholars of Jingchu. When he was sent as an envoy to Jiangdong, his fame spread throughout the enemy state.

Even such a figure failed to persuade Yu Jin, instead leading him to send troops to attack Maicheng to prove his loyalty to Jiangdong.

"How did Father manage to go out so casually?" Guan Ping wondered, puzzled, and secretly pleased.

Who would believe that a single man could go to a meeting alone and persuade five thousand soldiers to surrender!

Wang Fu hesitated: "Your Excellency has never been one for rhetoric, and you've never treated the Wu ruler well. How can you persuade Yu Jin to surrender?"

He already had a picture in his mind: Guan Yu with a stern face and a heavy, imposing presence, and Yu Jin bowing down in reverence.

King Wei established his military achievements, and among the outstanding generals of the time, the Five Sons were the foremost, with Yu Jin being the most renowned for his steadfastness and integrity!

Amidst the turbulent times that swept across China, Yu Jin was a renowned general of his time.

Where is integrity? The flood has truly swept it away.

Zhao Lei raised his head proudly: "It's right that you don't understand. Your Lordship has always been unconventional in your actions. Yu Jin has chosen the right path."

A path naturally parted in the crowd as the Martial Saint arrived at the city walls, his tone resolute: "Yu Jin has surrendered; he is one of us."

The entire city was in uproar, the noise was deafening. The defending soldiers, though they sensed something was amiss, could hardly contain themselves and were utterly shocked.

The dejected surrendered soldiers below the city walls, who dared not show their true faces, slightly raised their heads. The same gesture spread from below the city walls all the way to the rear army, as they all raised their heads and tilted them to the side, their lips curling up in wide smiles.

It was supposed to be a really upsetting thing, but suddenly it felt heartwarming.

Yu Jin didn't want to be untied, so he remained bound, tightly bound, his feet firmly tied. He wanted Guan Yu to see clearly that he had kept his promise.

It's best to hang it on a bamboo pole, letting it bask in the soft moonlight—it's incredibly pleasant.

The Martial Saint said prudently, "The Jiangdong troops could catch up at any moment. Enter the city immediately."

The soldiers marched into the city in a grand procession, the atmosphere tense and solemn. The garrison, weapons in hand, remained vigilant and prepared.

Guan Ping spurred his horse forward and loudly proclaimed, "No noise, no discussion, no fighting! Violators will be punished according to military law."

In the dead of night, five thousand men filed into the city in silence.

After saving the file, Qi Ye released the mouse and keyboard and cracked some sunflower seeds.

Outside the city, the north wind howled, and the Martial Saint stood tall and alone, his clothes covered in frost, his eyes shining brightly.

Even if one supports the Han Dynasty on one's back and holds up the desolate Maicheng in one hand, one can still be invincible in the world!