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

"No, aren't we supposed to capture prisoners and rescue Uncle Ji?"

Qi Ye regretted acting too quickly, putting him at a disadvantage once again. Continuing to focus on the experience gained from upgrading would likely lead to nothing.

Rigorous, and even more rigorous.

The most addictive aspect of playing an assassin is probably the act of killing—quietly entering a house and quietly wiping out the entire family.

"A situation like today should not happen a second time."

Qi Ye reflected on and examined himself, and then set his sights on Zhu Ran, Xu Sheng, Ding Feng and others.

Wu Junshi's morale collapsed; the supervisory team was no longer effective. The death of the peerless Zhou Tai brought immense fear, which the Jiangdong soldiers simply could not withstand.

"I would never fight someone like that; it's too pointless to die. If he were just a vicious person, I might be willing to fight him, but is he even human?"

"Escape! We must escape as far away as possible. Brothers, let's charge together and break through the blockade of the supervising team!"

"I want to live! I want to live! Nobody can stop me! Look, someone's leading the charge!"

The Wu army was thrown into chaos, and fierce clashes broke out. Former comrades turned against each other, and the situation quickly spiraled out of control.

"Knock knock! Knock knock!"

A tremendous drumbeat came from behind the army formation. The Jiangdong soldiers stopped in their tracks, staring blankly, searching intently.

In the dead of winter, when all was cold, Grand Commander Lü Meng removed his armor and brocade robe, exposing his upper body. His bulging muscles rose from his belly to his chest and then to his thick neck.

His neck was as thick as his head, a clear indication of years of martial arts training and physical conditioning.

"The Grand Commander is personally beating the drums. What is he trying to do? Guan Yu is so terrifying, isn't he afraid of being beheaded?"

Lu Meng's previous absence was seen as a sign of cowardice. As the commander-in-chief, his prioritization of his own safety was impeccable.

Zhou Tai is a general, and it is his duty to charge into battle. A commander-in-chief wouldn't act so recklessly. Now, Lü Meng personally steps forward to beat the drums and cheer, plunging the Jiangdong troops into a painful struggle.

They didn't want to continue this battle; they had suffered heavy losses and had long lost their will to fight.

"Under the Grand Commander's orders, no one is allowed to retreat on their own!" The supervising team drew their swords with a clang, forcefully stabilizing the situation.

With the commander-in-chief personally beating the drums, anyone who disregarded orders and retreated would face severe consequences from the supervisory team. Furthermore, given Lü Meng's considerable authority within the Jiangdong army, no one dared to resist for a time.

"Brother in white, you truly live up to your reputation as a member of the Martial Temple. Since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish." Qi Ye made his decision.

The Martial Saint disarmed the halberd and the warhorse with his bare hands, shouting, "Get out of the way!"

The Jiangdong scoundrels felt a chill run down their spines and retreated to the side, not daring to stop them. Someone mustered up the courage to move slightly, but the horse's hoof trampled over him, and he withdrew again.

They dared not disobey military orders, much less stand in Guan Yu's way. Many cowardly cowards hoped that Guan Yu would behead Lü Meng and end it all.

Arrows streaked across the sky with a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," their stirring melody weaving together the "Guan Yu Breaks the Enemy's Formation" song. A distance of a hundred paces was nothing.

Lu Meng handed the drumsticks to his trusted aide, took out his ox horn, and took a deep breath: "Woo-woo-woo—"

The combination of the horn and the booming war drums instantly ignited the righteous spirit in people and set their fighting spirit ablaze.

"How magnificent! This perfectly captures the spirit of Guan Yu charging into battle. The guy in white is truly a good person."

In Qi Ye's mind, he couldn't help but think of the great power of the nation, its majesty that covered the world, its brilliance that illuminated the land, its prosperity that made the Han Dynasty stand tall.

The Martial Saint's horse moved with lightning speed, galloping towards Lü Meng: "You coward, nothing more than a target for selling Seoul!"

With his last breath, Lü Meng put down his weapon, a slight smile playing on his lips as he calmly gazed ahead: "Come on, come on, fire at me!!"

Countless catapults fired, their roar shaking the heavens and earth, a sound unlike anything found on earth. Huge rocks roared and rose from the ground, one, two... dozens of meteors hurtling towards the moon.

"The guy in white has gone mad!"

Qi Ye was no wonder shocked; the Han Dynasty's trebuchets had a remarkably large margin of error. The craftsmanship of trebuchets in Eastern Wu was far inferior to that of Cao Wei. The Martial Saint was only twenty or thirty paces from the enemy's central banner. If the enemy used catapults to launch a surprise attack from all directions, it was easy to accidentally injure their own men.

A muffled tremor emanated from the earth not far away, and the Jiangdong archers surged forward like a tide, rising above the bright lines illuminated by the campfires. Upon reaching the front lines, a thousand bows were raised simultaneously, and arrows rained down like locusts, engulfing the Martial Saint and the surrounding world.

"Grand Commander!" The Jiangdong soldiers were filled with fear and shock. They had seen many ruthless people in military campaigns, but this was the first time they had encountered someone using stones against them.

The stone projectiles struck the ground with a deafening roar, sending snowflakes soaring into the sky and creating a crater several feet deep that meandered in all directions.

The screams of the Jiangdong soldiers were quickly swallowed by muffled thuds. Blood mist sprayed into the air, and human bodies flew about like kites with broken strings.

Wherever the stone projectiles were aimed, the earth first cracked, and then people perished.

The Martial Saint's warhorse crashed to the ground, its bones exposed, and the twitching of its hooves gradually subsided.

"Brother in white, you're ruthless." Qi Ye suddenly looked at Wu Jun's banner.

Lu Meng was unharmed; the muscles in his abdomen, chest, and neck throbbed as he proclaimed, "The Mandate of Heaven resides with the Supreme One, with Wu, and with Lü Meng!"

He always believed that he was invincible, guided by destiny, and that Guan Yu was the damned loser.

"The Grand Commander is still alive! The Grand Commander is still alive! So full of vigor!"

The Jiangdong youths were all taken aback by the shocking wave of attacks. Countless stones rained down on them, but Guan Yu's invincible aura kept the Grand Commander safe and sound.

Their dejected spirits were revived. To follow the Grand Commander was worth dying for.

The Martial Saint was preparing to take action and kill Lü Meng in one fell swoop. Behind him came the high-pitched sound of horns, a mournful wail—

Qi Ye looked in the direction of the sound and thought to himself, "This is bad," and then, "We've fallen into their trap."

Beneath a high platform, raging flames erupted, billowing smoke engulfing everything.

Wu Jun was clearly prepared; Lü Meng's banner and Yi Ji's platform were positioned on opposite sides of the camp. When Lü Meng was attacked, he immediately set fire to the dry firewood beneath the platform.

"Save Uncle Ji first, and let Brother Bai stay for two days to gain experience. I said two days, so it's two days." Qi Ye's thoughts raced, and he didn't hesitate. Only someone like him could maintain the morale of Jiangdong and become Guan Yu's lifelong enemy.

The Martial Saint moved with incredible speed, his movements becoming increasingly rapid until he became as ferocious as a mad tiger. He had no physical limitations, and even his warhorse would have to yield to him during long-distance raids.

"Uncle Ji, I'm here. Hold on." Qi Ye knew there was a trap ahead, so he didn't care about anything else.

The ground collapsed with a deafening roar. The Martial Saint exerted force with his feet, his figure soaring into the air, his robes fluttering in the wind. In mid-air, he gathered his inner energy, lightly touched the ground with his feet, and used the force to rise again, leaping across the abyss in a second bound, landing steadily on the flames on the opposite bank.

Suddenly, a wave of heat hit him, hitting his face directly. The Martial Saint looked up and saw a large group of people sliding down the ropes, trying to retreat into the shadows.

Qi Ye clicked on the character model and recognized a familiar name: Lü Ba!

His model grew larger, then suddenly twisted its neck and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Without hesitation, the Martial Saint took an arrow from his quiver and drew the bow to its fullest extent.

Qi Ye didn't know why, but he felt a sense of familiarity he had never felt before, and the feeling of sniping from the middle door suddenly came back to him.

The bowstring twanged like thunder, striking the target from 120 paces away. Lü Ba clutched his neck, his body swayed, and he was immediately dragged into the darkness by his guards, disappearing from sight.