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

Maicheng, the county government office. Ablaze with lights, the place was brightly lit.

Yu Jin gestured wildly, directing the soldiers to settle in, so busy he barely had time to breathe.

"Hurry up, move it faster, be quick and efficient, stop spacing out, do you still want to sleep?"

"Asking you to move some straw for warmth is like asking you to die! If you're not afraid of the cold, then stand outside!"

In his sleep, Zhou Cang's eyelids were heavy, and he was suddenly awakened by the sound of noisy footsteps.

I suddenly opened my eyes. The lights outside the window were bright, and there were many shadowy figures. Someone was calling out something urgently.

"Move, move! Empty this place, empty that place, make room!"

Hearing the clear voice, Zhou Cang abruptly threw off the covers and sat up. Who was this madman who dared to sneak into the Maicheng County government office? Did he not know that Guan Yu was the martial saint of this era, and that he could single-handedly take on a thousand men while stationed in Maicheng?

No, could it be that Maicheng has fallen?

Without a second thought, Zhou Cang donned his armor, drew his sword, shouted "Kill the traitors!", and leaped out.

"You thief, prepare to die!"

Yu Jin was jolted awake, terrified out of his wits, and charged at him like a mummy.

He staggered and nearly fell as he walked along the pillar. Zhou Cang chased after him with his knife, the blade flashing against his back; within a few steps, danger lurked everywhere.

"You treacherous Yu Jin, how dare you enter the city to cause trouble? You're courting death!"

"My lord, save me!!!"

The Martial Saint rushed out of the hall, chuckling softly:

"Zhou Cang, stop!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhou Cang stopped in his tracks. With a clang, he discarded his sword, took a few steps forward, and knelt before the Martial Saint.

"My lord, I thought I would never see you again."

He pointed intently at Yu Jin, tilting his head back and angrily saying:

"After you left, Yu Jin abandoned all martial ethics and launched a sneak attack on Maicheng. We lost so many brothers, and I almost didn't make it through."

Yu Jin roused himself and loudly appealed for justice:

"Zhou Cang, how could you have foreseen this situation when everyone was serving their own master?"

Guan Ping, Wang Fu, Zhao Lei, Guan Yinping, and others gathered, their expressions strange. Let alone Zhou Cang in his sleep, none of them could comprehend or change their thinking at this moment.

Yu Jin has surrendered, he really has surrendered, and he's settled in Maicheng. Everyone silently repeated this to themselves, forcing themselves to believe reality. What they believed in wasn't Yu Jin, but Guan Yu.

If we're talking about who could achieve extraordinary feats, then Guan Yu is the only one.

Zhou Cang's eyes suddenly stung, and he hugged Guan Yu, bursting into tears.

"I failed to defend Maicheng properly, causing you, my lord, so much trouble. I am disloyal and unjust, utterly disloyal and unjust!"

His devotion to Guan Yu was absolute and unwavering. He respected Guan Yu's loyalty, righteousness, and divine prowess, and was willing to spend his entire life carrying his sword and leading his horse, following him through life and death.

Guan Yu also regarded this brave and honest deputy as a close brother. This relationship transcended that of master and servant and was one of mutual trust and loyalty that transcended life and death.

Yu Jin's face gradually turned a deep shade of liver, too ashamed to speak. If someone like Zhou Cang is disloyal and unrighteous, what is he?

I regret it now, I kind of regret going to Maicheng (a city in ancient China). In Eastern Wu, everyone was pretty much the same, and Yu Jin had no respect for such lowly people. Now look what's happened, I've had to dedicate myself to the cause of the Han Dynasty.

Even a simpleton can be taught a lesson in "loyalty and righteousness." Dian Wei and Xu Chu are no better.

Yu Jin envied this kind of emotion, so much so that his eyes turned purple. Zhou Cang was fiery and straightforward, a man who would be devoted to Guan Yu once he set his mind on him; Yu Jin could never emulate that.

Cao Wei had its own spirit, Shu Han had its own romance, and Jiangdong had its own scoundrels.

In short, abandoning darkness for light is a good thing, Yu Jin comforted himself. Zhou Cang wouldn't betray him, and neither would Guan Yu. And everyone here seems to be a reliable and good person.

Life has become brighter.

The Martial Saint's eyes remained calm: "Zhou Cang, enter the hall for discussion."

Zhou Cang wiped away his tears and strode after Guan Yu, beaming with joy. Yu Jin approached, but was met with a fierce glare the moment he got close.

"How fierce!" Yu Jin's eyes and brows were full of grievance.

The Martial Saint took his seat at the head of the table and looked around. Servants and boys brought tea and then slowly withdrew.

Wang Fu took a sip of tea, his expression solemn: "Maicheng is a small city, which used to only accommodate two thousand people, but now it has increased to ten thousand, and there is a shortage of all kinds of supplies."

Zhou Cang asked in bewilderment, "Isn't there still ten thousand shi of grain in the city?"

Wang Fu, after careful calculation, reported to his superior: "That's right, the food supply should last about half a month, but the most urgent need is for winter supplies. Especially firewood, as we can't do without it for heating and cooking, and we won't have enough firewood until tomorrow."

Zhao Lei's gaze was calm: "In Maicheng, the people have stored up a large amount of dry grass, which can be used for warmth for the time being. It's best not to use it for cooking unless absolutely necessary."

Having enough food to last half a month was a huge advantage for Qi Ye. Within three days, he needed to train a qualified elite force to collect debts from Jiangdong.

With five thousand Pixiu under his command, how could he not order them to drink blood on the battlefield?

Guan Ping remained resolute: "The siege of Maicheng will surely be lifted in half a month."

Qi Ye couldn't help but ask, "Who is your teacher? How did they teach you to set such a high bar?"

The Martial Saint, alone and unarmed, regarded the 30,000-strong army of Eastern Wu as nothing more than weeds. Now that we have soldiers and generals, what is there to fear!

The Martial Saint remained calm and composed: "Tomorrow, come with me out of the city to chop wood."

If there's no firewood, just add more; if there's a problem, solve it.

Guan Ping pondered for a long time: "In my humble opinion, the most important thing right now is to clear the way to Shangyong. Liao Hua has been on his way to seek reinforcements for several days now. Judging by the time, he should have arrived in Shangyong soon."

Everyone's eyes lit up; they had almost forgotten such an important matter.

Wang Fu became wary: "Zhu Ran's five thousand troops are stationed north of Maicheng, posing a huge threat."

The Martial Saint narrowed his phoenix eyes: "Go chop wood in the morning, and attack Zhu Ran's camp in the afternoon. It's a good opportunity to train the troops."

Yu Jin clasped his hands in a salute: "I am willing to serve you, my lord!"

Everyone looked slightly startled, sensing that something was amiss, yet it all seemed perfectly logical. Guan Yu assigning tasks was as simple as eating and drinking.

Strategy, planning, and execution are all unimportant.

Guan Yinping's eyes lit up: "General, Maicheng is a small city. Why not set up camp outside the city and form a pincer movement?"

That makes sense. Setting up camp outside the city can lure the enemy in; it's a wonderful thing.

The Martial Saint remained calm and composed: "Break through Zhu Ran, seize his camp, and set up camp."

Ok?

Very organized.

Yu Jin couldn't help but wonder, Guan Yu had always been like this, was it a military discussion?

There's absolutely no need for discussion or debate. If there's a problem, solve it. Let's all work together to get things done perfectly.

The generals in the tent each expressed their opinions, thoroughly explaining their thoughts. In just half an hour, the military meeting was concluded.

Yu Jin suddenly realized that all those rules and regulations he had followed were cumbersome and unnecessary, and he felt much more comfortable now.

Was this how wars were fought throughout Han China?

The Martial Saint gave his final instructions: "Continue to entrust the city defense to Guan Ping. Zhou Cang, you are responsible for forging and repairing the Green Dragon Crescent Blade. I'm not used to the other weapons."

The two generals clasped their hands in acceptance of the order.

Qi Ye concluded the military meeting and breathed a long sigh of relief. Even if the passage to Shangyong was opened, reinforcements might not arrive. He could then find a pretext to execute Liu Feng and Meng Da later.