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

The vast wilderness stretched out, banners blotted out the sun, and a mighty army marched out proudly, creating an atmosphere of oppression and despair that threatened to destroy everything.

The leading general, clad in a green robe and bearing a magnificent beard, brandished a halberd, wielding the ferocious head of a bandit general—it was none other than the Martial Saint.

Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King, possessed immense strength and unparalleled charisma. Among his contemporaries, only Yu Ji could single-handedly challenge him and still hold back.

The Martial Saint was flawless in his time.

"Look...look..." The soldier repairing the camp gate pointed ahead and shouted excitedly, but soon lost his voice.

Yu Jin rushed forward, tapping the soldier's helmet with his sword scabbard, causing it to tremble violently: "What a fuss! What kind of behavior is this!"

"My lord, it's my lord who's back!" the soldier shouted, scratching his head.

"My lord? Where is he? It really is my lord! Quick, polish my armor!" Yu Jin shouted excitedly, unable to hide the smile on his face.

Three or five soldiers rushed forward, starting with the shoulder guards, slowly wiping along the veins of the armor plates, and then quickly wiping the shoulder armor, body armor, and leg armor.

A trusted aide changed the old silk, breathed on it, and carefully polished it. Someone handed him sheep fat, which he applied evenly and polished until the armor shone.

Yu Jin had just been organizing the repair of the camp gate, and it was hard to imagine how such a tall gate could have been destroyed by a force.

A rammed car might not be able to do it.

Now he wants to strengthen the defenses and make them flawless. No matter what plan he uses, he feels it's unreliable.

The Martial Saint rode his horse with the swiftness of the wind, raising a head and declaring: "General Pan Zhang of Wu has been defeated by me!"

Yu Jin, clad in gleaming armor, stepped forward with small, respectful steps and proclaimed, "Your Excellency is unparalleled under heaven!"

He stared at Pan Zhang's head, his heart pounding with each glance, feeling as if he had missed some crucial information. Faced with a peerless general like Guan Yu, who could escape?

Pan Zhang is nothing but a pitiful wretch kept in the dark.

Yu Jin pondered deeply and realized that he had no way to restrict Guan Yu's movements on the battlefield. If he were in the enemy camp, his fate would not be much different from Pan Zhang's.

Aside from the city walls, nothing can stop Guan Yu's sword!

Yu Jinqiang rubbed his cheeks to keep himself absolutely alert. Looking at Guan Yu again, he seemed to see a towering mountain.

The Martial Saint proudly discarded his halberd and his head. His guards quickly approached and hung the head on a bamboo pole. The soldiers erupted in cheers, vying to wield the pole with Pan Zhang's head hanging from it, wailing and moaning, all feeling honored.

When they got tired of playing with them, they simply stood the bamboo poles upright in front of the camp gate, displaying the majesty of the Han army. The soldiers stood ramrod straight, heads held high, creating a very picturesque scene.

Qi Ye snapped a screenshot to admire.

Red Hare snorted excitedly, and with the sound of hooves, it swiftly entered the camp.

Yu Jin rode a fast horse and followed closely behind to report:

"I report to you, my lord, that not long ago, Lü Meng's reinforcements arrived. After observing the camp for a quarter of an hour, he received some news and withdrew. Now that I think about it, he must have known that Pan Zhang had been beheaded."

"Lu Meng is terrified of you, my lord, and the Marquis of Wu certainly won't tolerate him. Jiangdong has changed generals on the eve of battle, morale is low, and they are no match for you. The future is bright, my lord! The future is bright!"

The Martial Saint looked up at Yu Jin, and with a hint of satisfaction, ordered, "Assemble the three armies."

Yu Jin immediately slowed his horse down, pulled on the reins and shouted, the warhorse snorting in dissatisfaction. "Woo-woo-woo—", the melodious sound of horns rang out, and the soldiers stood at attention and assembled.

The group was filled with doubt and buzzed with discussion. The camp wasn't even fully repaired yet, so what could be so urgent? They spread the news by word of mouth, eventually learning of the Martial Saint's great victory and the slaying of Pan Zhang.

The Han army, with unwavering momentum, captured Zhu Ran's camp and repelled the enemy reinforcements, a truly exhilarating victory. Many northerners were moved to tears; after countless defeats, they had finally witnessed a period of prosperity.

Following Guan Yu was absolutely the right choice. Choices that can change one's life are truly rare.

The clamor of discussion fell silent with the appearance of the Martial Saint. The power of silence gathered within him, transforming into an endless burning flame, threatening to erupt like a volcano at any moment.

The Martial Saint declared: "The main road to Shangyong is now open, and the crisis at Maicheng is temporarily averted. I promised you I would send you home, and today I will fulfill my promise."

The entire camp was thrown into turmoil, completely unprepared, their faces filled with bewilderment. They had just won a battle, hadn't even had a chance to enjoy their glory, and now they were being told to leave the ranks?

Little did they know, this was exactly the effect Qi Ye wanted—to catch his own people off guard. Yu Jin's attempt to persuade them to surrender left an opening for them to "go back to their hometowns," which was a ticking time bomb for morale.

Even the slightest slackening or decline could affect the overall situation. More fierce battles lie ahead, and we must plug the gaps. Even the Martial Saint, renowned for his righteousness, must fulfill his promise. With fewer personnel, we can be more flexible with resources.

It would take about three or four days, at the latest five, to walk from Maicheng to Xiangyang. If the soldiers were determined to go north, there was a good chance they could reach their destination.

Yu Jin felt as if he had been struck by lightning; the sky had fallen. His gleaming armor had become the biggest joke. He forced a bitter smile, his expression crooked and strained.

The Martial Saint said calmly, "Following Guan is a near-certain death. Yu Jin, you should go back too."

Yu Jin forced a smile: "My lord, it's getting dark, and I can't see the road ahead."

The King of Wei had shown him great kindness, yet he had returned disloyally. How could he possibly find refuge in the north?

The Martial Saint, a man of unparalleled righteousness, said: "I, Guan, will write a letter to the King of Wei, explaining your predicament, and I will save your life."

Yu Jin pursed his lips and said firmly, "My lord, you promised to lead me to destroy Wu. I cannot bear to leave you before Eastern Wu is destroyed!"

He can't go back to the north; he's deeply offended Eastern Wu. Staying in Jingzhou is the most comfortable place for him. Once he's earned some merit, he'll go to Shu to retire and live out his remaining years.

"My lord, we won't leave!" The soldiers' eyes were blurry, their bodies weak, and they looked like they were about to fall apart. They were torn between their own thoughts and their own, exhaling breath after breath of stale air.

The Martial Saint stroked his magnificent beard: "Those who wish to leave, go and collect three days' worth of provisions before heading north. As for the brothers who remain, I, Guan, will treat them all equally from now on and strictly enforce military law."

Someone timidly stepped forward, clasped their hands in a gesture of respect, and said, "I have an elderly mother at home and young children to feed, so I have to go back. In my next life, I will again serve Guan Yu, braving fire and water!"

The Martial Saint waved his hand, his words carrying immense weight: "Good."

A few people stepped out from the formation and bowed deeply to Guan Gong with remorse.

"After all, they weren't people I personally recruited, so their loyalty isn't very reliable. We won a great victory, and yet so many people want to leave." Qi Ye secretly rejoiced.

Yu Jin, filled with righteous indignation, shouted: "Go! All of you, go! You have no ambition or backbone whatsoever!"

The Martial Saint remained calm and composed, gave Guan Ping a few more instructions, and then paid no further attention.

"After this round of screening, if any deserters emerge, military law will come in handy," Qi Ye pondered.

With the camp secure and supplies plentiful, the upgrade is on hold. It's time to start carefully considering the script.