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

"The cavalry will remain to cover the rear. All other personnel, retreat into Maicheng."

Qi Ye issued a military order, deciding to leave behind thirty mounted attendants. He himself simply couldn't possibly collect the spoils of war alone. The importance of the follower strategy became apparent at this moment.

The Martial Saint's health remained around half, never fully restored. He was itching to get it back, his obsessive-compulsive disorder kicking in. To cling to life with a broken body was no different from rotten wood!

Qi Ye glanced at the kill count "123" and decisively clicked "Breakthrough".

As the Martial Saint transformed from "0" to the glorious "1", the instant he exhaled white breath, a surge of heat spread from his spine and merged into his muscles and bones.

Guan Yu fought his entire life, never able to stop and enjoy life like his brother. Approaching sixty, he was wounded by a poisoned arrow and continued to fight fiercely. The immense mental pressure of guarding Jingzhou for so long took a toll on his physical health.

He knew in his heart that he didn't have many years left to live, and to achieve great things, he had to seize the opportunity presented by fate; a northern expedition was imperative. If he missed the chance to win the Hanzhong victory, there would be no possibility of taking Xuchang.

On the night of his departure for the campaign, the background of the study was the Han Dynasty painting. Guan Yu held the Spring and Autumn Annals in one hand, but his gaze was focused on the white hair that could not be hidden in the bronze mirror.

It evokes a sense of the saying, "When fortune smiles, heaven and earth lend their strength; when fortune turns, even heroes are powerless." Even a hero of his generation is inevitably helpless and unable to escape his predicament when his luck turns against him.

As the "container," Guan Yu emptied his mind and introspected, allowing him to perceive the inner world more deeply and vaguely comprehend a kind of ineffable magical power.

If I had obtained it when I was younger, I certainly wouldn't have lost to that traitor.

Now his physical functions are failing, and he is no longer as valiant as he once was. But Guan Yu still harbors a delusion that if he can merge with two or three more streams of heat, he will surely be able to return to his peak.

If you keep going down this road, you'll soon be able to overtake that man.

"Awesome! The NPCs have transformed into warm experiences, accompanying me on my path to godhood." Qi Ye's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Guan Yu's recently calmed consciousness was instantly ignited. The words "become a god" struck his very soul.

"Your Excellency, just what kind of great being are you?"

Guan Yu closed his eyes, and a new kind of understanding suddenly appeared within him. His perception of his own body and his surroundings gradually became clearer.

The Han Dynasty is saved.

Qi Ye glanced at his health bar; it had recovered about one-fifth of its original value. He now had a new "meat bun" in his backpack that could restore health. He immediately felt more confident; he could fight tough battles from now on.

Once the 100,000 Wu troops arrive, they will undoubtedly launch a ruthless attack on Maicheng. Having a sufficient stockpile of steamed buns is key to victory.

"Looks like I'll have to grind a few more buns to give Brother White and Sun Shiwan a surprise."

Qi Ye observed carefully and found that the in-game store system was not yet open, displaying an insufficient level. Currently, apart from leveling up, he had no way to obtain healing items or resources.

Once the Wu army besieges the city, they will surely set up palisades, antlers, and chevaux-de-frise. It will then be difficult to fight alone.

"You all continue to lie in wait, I will go and lure the enemy." Qi Ye saved the game and temporarily deactivated the follow mode, fearing that thirty riders would frighten the Wu army. He thought that going alone would be enough.

Guan Ping was anxious and about to offer his advice when Red Hare galloped away in a cloud of dust. The tranquil snowy night was once again filled with the resounding sound of galloping hooves.

"Zuo Han kills the traitors, who dares to stand in my way with my Green Dragon Crescent Blade?!"

A lone rider charged toward the three thousand soldiers. The Wu army stared in disbelief, truly feeling a suffocating fighting spirit; their entire bodies trembled uncontrollably.

The sheer force of a single man's charge was enough to send chills down the spines of the entire Wu army.

The Martial Saint exuded a powerful aura with every move. With a single stroke, he cleanly sliced ​​three men in half at the waist, the cuts seemingly effortless. Red Hare swept past, and Wu Jun, instinctively trying to pursue, was severed, blood gushing from his carotid artery.

Han Dang's eyes were bloodshot with rage. In his thirty years of fighting, he had never suffered such provocation. His personality, his dignity, his pride, and his honor had all been trampled into the ground.

He suffered three solo raids on his camp, and failed to capture his attacker. If word got out, the entire Jiangnan region would regard him as utterly useless.

"Guan Yu, I will never share the same sky with you!!"

Han Dang's blood surged, and he brandished his sword, chasing after Red Hare. He was so angry that his face turned unnaturally red, and he roared wildly, "Ah ya ya!"

"General, don't be impulsive!" Han Dang's private soldiers, who were also his personal guards, quickly spurred their horses to give chase, fearing that their general would be killed by Guan Yu with a single stroke.

The Martial Saint, aided by the momentum of his divine steed, was domineering and unparalleled. He slashed and sliced ​​through the crowd, clearing a bloody path. Behind him lay severed limbs and scattered drops of blood.

"You traitorous Guan, fight me to the death!" Han Dang roared hysterically.

"Am I the only one in the entire gaming world who's killing monsters and leveling up? Why are you always chasing after your veteran players? What is fear? Isn't it just a sudden attack from behind?"

Qi Ye subtly adjusted the directional keys, maneuvering, maneuvering, and using the momentum of his charging warhorse, he cut into the enemy formation. Like a crimson whirlwind, he swept across the white expanse of land.

Wu Jun's mournful screams were drowned out by the relentless wind and snow. In their final moments before parting, their consciousness lingered, and they even momentarily believed that the Green Dragon Crescent Blade could cleave the heavens in two.

Qi Ye made seven incursions overnight, causing chaos and widespread destruction. Each time his attendants followed him, he ordered them to be driven away, allowing them only to take the spoils of war.

Let me enjoy the experience all to myself!

After a night of fierce fighting, Qi Ye gradually discovered a unique feature of the game. The generic faces of the NPC minions were actually all uniquely modeled, and each one had a different micro-expression when they died.

For example, in this case, the facial muscles suddenly stiffen, the eyebrows are raised, and the lips are stretched horizontally towards the ears.

Some people have tight lower eyelids, which is usually accompanied by upward rolling of the eyeballs or staring.

Some people experience dilated pupils and gradually cloudy corneas, resulting in a "blank stare" state.

"The AI ​​we have now is terrifying; it really makes me think it's killing people. No ordinary company could possibly handle such a massive workload."

Qi Ye couldn't help but feel fortunate that he was playing "Gods of the Three Kingdoms". If it were some kind of weird game, he definitely wouldn't be able to play it, the scenes were too realistic.

He glanced at his kill count of "321" and was briefly lost in thought. He had spent almost the entire night hacking and slashing to raise his character's experience to "4".

One against a thousand, wouldn't that mean fighting from morning till night?!

"Martial arts skills, I desperately need area-of-effect damage skills right now." Qi Ye continued clicking the breakthrough button, consuming kills to level up. The Martial Saint's entire body shimmered with brilliant light, successfully reaching level four, with full health.

Guan Yu clearly felt three streams of heat surging into his limbs and bones, being absorbed by his muscles and bones. His muscles tightened, his bones became as strong as iron, and a gentle warmth flowed through his internal organs.

This body is very strong, even stronger than when it was young; a single punch can break a thick bamboo in half.

Guan Yu was completely dumbfounded. He had fought all night without showing any signs of fatigue, and was even more courageous as he fought. How could such a strange thing happen in the world? He took a deep breath, suppressing all presumptuous thoughts with strong doubt and awe.

In the human realm, it's impossible for things to be like this; he may, probably, possibly be walking an extraordinary path.