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

The troops of Eastern Wu were thrown into a panic, donning their armor and brandishing their swords as they rushed out of their tents, searching for the "enemy," their eyes filled with the menacing glint of someone still half-asleep.

Even the slightest abnormal movement could trigger a large-scale riot.

The generals and officers of Jiangdong were extremely anxious, shouting and urging others to calm their nerves, creating a chaotic scene.

"The enemy is advancing towards the prisoner-of-war camp. The Grand Commander has ordered the protection of Yi Ji's retreat. proceed immediately!"

The Martial Saint roared and continued banging on the gong, creating a large dent. He took off his cloak, put on a bamboo hat, and became the very image of a dedicated night watchman.

A Jiangdong captain looked on solemnly, preparing to lead his troops to provide reinforcements.

The Martial Saint gestured to stop them, saying, "Quickly send your men to inform all the camps! Don't delay!"

As if possessed, the captain replied, "Understood!"

The Martial Saint flashed into an empty camp, abandoning the bronze gong. He activated stealth and skillfully blended into the crowd.

The troops from Jiangdong moved in unison, their footsteps echoing, as messengers and scouts darted about, relaying messages back and forth.

There were simply too many of them, and the camp was far too large. Finding even one person would be no easy task.

Qi Ye carefully observed the minimap. The dense red dots were converging towards one point, with obvious movement patterns, like countless torrents.

"After playing this game, I finally understand why generals in ancient times were unwilling to relinquish their military power when emperors asked them to do so."

"I rode my fine horse to the front of the ranks, and with a wave of my hand, the thousands of soldiers were like chess pieces, at my command! That most vivid feeling is simply beyond the power of words to describe."

"A powerful military presence is truly captivating, especially once one possesses it."

Despite repeated defeats, Lü Meng managed to maintain the morale of his troops remarkably well. Historically, his achievements were so great that they threatened the emperor's authority; no wonder Sun Quan was always wary of him.

Qi Ye was pleasantly surprised to find that the stealth skill could reduce his presence in a chaotic crowd.

He looked around warily, also paying attention to the mini-map, but couldn't find a single familiar figure.

Ok?

There's a problem, and it might even be a huge one.

"Leaving aside Lü Meng's cowardice and cunning, I remember that Zhou Tai, Ding Feng, Xu Sheng, Zhu Huan, and others were all in the camp, but none of them have shown up yet."

"Isn't that strange?"

Qi Ye wanted to capture a prisoner so he could negotiate a deal to exchange for Yi Ji. None of the enemy generals had appeared yet; they were definitely lying in ambush.

"Interesting, interesting. White-clothed guy, are you waiting for me? Protecting Yi Ji and ensuring his safe retreat is no easy task."

Qi Ye clicked on a captain from Eastern Wu, and a special dialog box popped up:

"The horn sounds two short and one long; now we only need to follow the Grand Commander's plan."

Haha, the guy in white is really cunning. The Jiangdong army just went through chaos and turmoil and was quickly rectified; the situation must be very complex.

Qi Ye pondered: "The Martial Saint's frequent actions have gradually revealed some patterns to the NPCs. His several stealth experiences, along with his unparalleled combat power... the NPCs predict that the Martial Saint will bravely storm the Jiangdong camp to rescue Yi Ji."

Uncle Ji.

Dangerous!

Bringing him out unharmed will be significantly more difficult. Before achieving unparalleled skill, success is absolutely impossible; even a martial saint could fall into Wu's camp.

Now, I guess I can give it a try, albeit reluctantly.

"Brother in white, you've got a clever plan. You're trying to use your intelligence to challenge Guan Yu's martial arts prowess. I hope you stay youthful and fresh, my friend."

Qi Ye clicked on other nearby minions but didn't get any useful information. Hesitation wasn't a player's style; nothing ventured, nothing gained. He returned that phrase verbatim to the white-robed man, determined to work harder for the mission.

Beyond the campfire's reach, a wooden platform, about five or six zhang high, stood, with a bright lamp shining on it.

The group stopped and stared intently ahead, feeling an intense pressure piercing their spiritual sea.

Elite troops from Jiangdong stood in formation, a formidable array resembling a flock of geese. One armored soldier shouted at the top of his lungs, "You thief Guan, you petty thief! Get home now to feed your pigs, grow crops, and sell beans!"

Qi Ye let out a cold laugh: "Naive. Do you really think players can't keep their tempers up when they encounter a little bit of verbal abuse? When Ji Xiaoman, with her speakers, tower-dived and cut off my horse's legs to send me back to base to taunt me, the sense of oppression was much stronger than yours."

The Jiangdong soldiers shouted hoarsely, "Guan Yu, you traitor! Hiding yourselves and showing your true colors, what kind of heroes are you!"

The soldiers instantly stirred. It turned out that Guan Yu was a coward and there was nothing to be afraid of. Their morale immediately soared.

Yi Ji was deeply agitated. She bit her lip tightly and pressed her head down. Her disheveled hair obscured half her face. "I have already caused trouble for you once, Lord Jun. I must not cause trouble again."

Lu Ba's fierce eyes pressed in aggressively: "Yijibo, go ahead and shout, shout now!"

Yi Ji mouthed the word "despicable," which was pronounced aloud by Lü Ba. Enraged, he lashed his whip, striking the rack again and again with a crackling sound.

"Uncle Ji, call out! Call out now! Don't force me!"

If it weren't for his father's reputation and honor, Lü Ba would never have been so polite. All this talk of treating people with respect was completely unnecessary and would only easily arouse the Emperor's suspicion.

Tens of thousands of Wu's elite troops were arrayed, all for the sake of taking one man's life. If this were to spread, it would be enough for historians to write a great chapter in Guan Yu's history.

Qi Ye remotely clicked on the little figure on the high platform rack with the mouse, and the name "Yi Ji" popped up. He felt a little happy.

"These Jiangdong rats, in order to keep the Martial Saint occupied, certainly won't kill Yi Ji so quickly. The best opportunity to save him lies hidden in the enemy's hesitation."

"Target confirmed. I will leave Assassin's Creed and join a more authoritative circle."

In JX3, I couldn't save Huo Xian'er; in A Dream of Jianghu, I couldn't save Afafu; in Tianya Mingyue Dao, I couldn't save Mu Qing; and in the world of Jade Dynasty, I couldn't save Xiao Tong.

In the novel *Against the Current*, Chu Xiangyu couldn't be saved; in *Sixteen Sounds of Yanyun*, Xiao Hongxian and Yi Dao still couldn't be saved.

Despite experiencing so many failures, Qi Ye still maintains the most fervent heart of a Three Kingdoms player, wanting to save the world. Countless people are willing to die for this cause.

The sword in the hands of the Martial Saint will one day save everyone.

The camp in Jiangdong was filled with scattered lanterns, the bonfires roared and swallowed the beams, and the cold light and shadow were spread on the desolate flags.

The moon shines brightly, and a thousand years have passed since then.

The Martial Saint raised his hand and pulled off his bamboo hat, tracing an arc as he landed in the shadow of the tent. The moment the green robe was draped over his shoulders, the wind ceased.

Wu Jun, who was closest, staggered, almost having all his blood drained from his body, and was struggling to breathe.

Yes, he really is there. Why would he dare to be there? He couldn't possibly be there!

I can't understand it, I just can't understand it. A lone wolf going to a meeting, charging into an army of ten thousand. Never before in history has there been such a madman.

"Guan Yu, the mighty warrior of the Han Dynasty, has come to break through the enemy's defenses!"

The sound was like a grand, resonant bell, echoing throughout the entire camp, ethereal and transcendent.