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

"Something's not right. Uncle Ji, didn't you say Jiangdong had made preparations in advance?"

Wang Fu, being meticulous, quickly noticed that Yi Ji's words were incoherent.

The fact that Eastern Wu had Yi Ji tied up a day in advance suggests they must have sensed something.

At this point, Yi Ji paused for a moment, ignoring Guan Yu's imposing presence, and continued:

"Some people always think they are smarter than others, and that no one can see through the traps they set. Lu Meng's petty tricks are a joke in the face of your unparalleled skill, my lord."

The Martial Saint calmly corrected him: "It was discovered by chance while we were sneaking around. Uncle Ji, please explain yourself properly."

Yi Ji thought for a moment, then nodded with difficulty: "Yes, with unparalleled stealth, the enemy doesn't even have time to react."

Guan Yinping slightly shrank her innocent-looking head, a hint of embarrassment on her face. Her father's eyes flickered, indicating that his thoughts were clearly not as bright as she had imagined.

By chance, she discovered, by chance, Zhou Tai was killed, and by chance, Yi Ji was rescued? She lowered her head and looked at Zhao Lei beside her. The two of them tacitly raised their heads again, pretending to be nonchalant.

Without hesitation, Yi Ji replied, "Those Jiangdong rats were so terrified they almost lost their souls. In the end, Lord Jun used the high platform to fight them and brought me out unharmed."

Zhou Cang pinched himself hard; it hurt, so he wasn't dreaming. His gaze turned strangely to Yi Ji: "That platform must have been heavy."

Yi Ji forced a slight smile: "I've fought alongside you, Lord Junhou, how could I not understand?"

Then everyone remembered that when they first met Yi Ji, he was still tied up on a high platform. For a moment, they were even more "guilty" than Yi Ji himself. A platform five or six zhang high—they really did swing it! They really did swing it!

I can't imagine what magnificent landscapes one could see from the stage; it must be like a giant windmill.

Wang Fu's nostrils flared slightly, and even his pupils dilated a little. Uncle Ji, you've suffered so much! No wonder he couldn't help but lose control of his bladder; anyone would have succumbed to such torment.

"I must be more careful in the future, and never encounter any danger, so that my lord will not have to risk his life to save me..."

Wang Fu stared intently at Guan Gong's red face, seemingly wanting to see some change.

There was no sign of it being faked, which naturally made him even more uneasy. He knew he couldn't enjoy this blessing; trying it would lead to his death.

Zhou Cang's eyebrows twitched violently as he retorted, "Ji Bo, you are shameless! When I met you, I was bound and unable to move. How could I possibly fight alongside you, my lord?"

To be able to slay rats alongside a lord is an honor for a general. Even Zhou Cang couldn't keep up; Yi Ji, who is utterly powerless, is being rather presumptuous.

Yi Ji was burdened by a faint sadness, and through tears, she said, "Actually, I didn't want to either. But I had no choice..."

As expected of a Confucian scholar nurtured by the classics, his unassuming demeanor and self-discipline are unmatched by anyone else.

Zhou Cang seemed about to say something, his mouth slightly open.

Wang Fu glared fiercely back at him: "General Zhou, you weren't even there. Now you're stepping forward to question someone who experienced it firsthand. Don't you think that's going too far?"

Zhou Cang raised his head slightly, glanced at Yi Ji with disdain, and snorted. Next time, it will definitely be him fighting alongside the Lord.

The Martial Saint concluded: "The process is not important, as long as the result is good."

Everyone was convinced and stopped dwelling on the trivial matter.

The atmosphere fell silent for a short while before Yi Ji felt a chill in his crotch and his eyes began to redden slightly.

My lord, you have truly caused me great suffering!

Wang Fu was understanding: "Uncle Ji must be tired after going through so many hardships. Why don't you go back, take a bath, change your clothes, and get some rest?"

Yi Ji's emotions were in turmoil, and he nodded slightly. Suddenly realizing something, he looked at Wang Fu in alarm, wondering what "bathing and changing clothes" meant.

Wang Fu responded with the steadfastness of a man and the integrity of a scholar, essentially saying, "I understand you," "I comprehend you," and "Don't worry about these details."

Yi Ji's face darkened and he almost fainted again. His lifelong reputation was ruined by a single egg. It was a complete disgrace!

After everyone had stated their important matters, they all left. Guan Yinping needed to continue strengthening the city's defenses and be wary of any possible sneak attacks from the Jiangdong scoundrels.

Zhou Cang was left in the hall, looking at the Martial Saint with a simple expression: "My Lord, I have a secret to report."

Looking at his furtive and mysterious demeanor, the Martial Saint asked in bewilderment, "What secrets could you possibly have?"

Zhou Cang, head held high and chest puffed out, said with a hint of smugness, "My lord, haven't you noticed? Every time I'm seriously injured, I recover very quickly!"

Qi Ye was slightly startled, staring at Zhou Cang's upturned face, and thought to himself:

This idiot ate two steamed buns and still has the nerve to show off. I really want to refine this idiot!

The game items in "Gods of the Three Kingdoms" are extremely difficult to obtain.

Qi Ye has been playing for so long, and he only gets one bun for each level he gains. He currently has two buns, so he has to use them sparingly. Martial Saint is still at low health, and he can't bear to waste a bun to fully recover.

The Martial Saint replied indifferently, "I understand. Don't worry about it."

Hearing the steady and confident reply, Zhou Cang felt a surge of security deep within him and a happy smile appeared on his face.

He fought his way from the bandits' den to Maicheng, accumulating more scars on his body than he had ever eaten a full meal in his life. Living a life of constant danger, he didn't know if he would ever see the sunset.

Who says real men don't need a sense of security?

The Martial Saint earnestly instructed: "Never mention this to anyone again, no matter who asks."

Zhou Cang stretched out his arms, flexing his muscles: "Whatever you say, my lord, I will do."

Qi Ye was speechless. Most people with a major secret would hide it tightly, keeping it well-covered. But Zhou Cang, he went and reported it directly to his superiors. If he were a time traveler, he'd be torn to shreds by readers. Wasn't he afraid of being dissected and studied?

"Now I understand why Cao Cao, a suspicious man, liked Dian Wei and Xu Chu so much. The two were loyal to their lord and saved Cao Cao from danger many times. They were the most reliable partners for a good night's sleep."

"Zhou Cang's martial arts skills are a bit weak, but he has a lot of health, making him most suitable to follow Guan Yu. Baozi can also come in handy. Some people don't even have a chance to use Baozi before they just kick the bucket."

"Sun Shiwan once had a Zhou Tai, but now, hehe—"

Qi Ye remained silent, secretly admiring his masterpiece. The Martial Saint's total kill count had now reached 6696, and his level had risen to 16.

The first ten levels require 1,000 kills, and each subsequent level requires 1,000 kills. Completing the Zhang Jiao scenario raises you to one level.

"Jiangdong's morale hasn't collapsed yet, thanks to Zhou Tai and Brother White. Without these two good guys, we wouldn't have reached level sixteen at all. Chasing down fleeing troops doesn't earn experience points."

"The shop isn't open yet, and I still have 6696 gold coins. I don't know how to spend them. My character's combat power has increased, but the matching weapons are still terrible."

"Sometimes, this game makes me feel inexplicably uncomfortable; being too realistic isn't good either."