No title, no marriage? Do you think I'm some kind of lapdog?

The arrow came too fast.

Wanyan Honglie's lips curled into a cold smile.

This arrow was the result of ten years of rigorous training by his elite archers, who were adept at hitting the bullseye from a hundred paces away without ever missing.

But Su Chuang moved.

It wasn't dodging or evading; it was a sudden forward lunge, the whole body sliding three feet away like an eel!

The arrowhead grazed his shoulder blade, tearing through his leather armor with a "rip" and leaving a trail of blood.

"Brother Chuang!" Lin Ruxue rushed over.

Su Chuang rolled half a circle on the ground, then flipped over and leaped up, his right hand gripping the ground with his golden sword, while his left hand touched his shoulder.

Blood soaked half of my clothes, and it burned with pain.

But he grinned.

"Oh shit……"

He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. "Wanyan Honglie, is this all you've got?"

Wanyan Honglie's pupils contracted.

impossible!

He saw that arrow clearly; it had blocked all of Su Chuang's escape routes. How did this person dodge it?

He didn't know that Su Chuang was a king of soldiers in his previous life, who had crawled out of countless gunfire and had an almost beast-like instinct for danger.

The sound of arrows piercing the air, the frequency of bowstring vibrations, even the rhythm of the archer's breathing... these things are etched into his very bones.

Trying to sabotage him?

Still too inexperienced.

"Sister Xu, protect Ru Xue!"

Su Chuang let out a low roar and raised his golden sword again.

Xu Mengran had already rushed to Lin Ruxue's side, her long sword held horizontally in front of her, her eyes as cold as ice:

"Anyone who dares to step forward will die!"

Zhao Yun brandished his silver spear, stepping half a step to Su Chuang's left: "My lord, are you badly injured?"

"He won't die."

Su Chuang grimaced, pulling at his wound and wincing in pain.

"It's a pity about this mink cloak; it cost two hundred taels of silver..."

What kind of time is this to still be thinking about money!

Xu Mengran was so angry she wanted to curse, but her heart was filled with both bitterness and warmth.

This man is always like this.

Wanyan Honglie's face turned ashen: "Release the arrows! Release them all! Leave no one alive!"

Fifty bows were drawn to their fullest extent once again.

But this time, Su Chuang didn't wait for them to loosen their grip.

He moved.

It's not about backing away, it's about charging forward!

He twirled the golden knife in his hand, and the character "Xiongnu" on the blade suddenly burst into red light.

It wasn't the lukewarm light from before; it was a blinding, blood-red!

"Buzz—"

The blade trembled, emitting a low, resonant sound.

Wanyan Honglie felt a jolt in his heart and subconsciously took a half step back.

This half-step gave Su Chuang an opportunity.

He swept his golden sword horizontally, the wind from the blade like a bolt of lightning, cleaving the three nearest archers!

The three men didn't have time to fire their arrows and hurriedly raised their bows to parry.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

Three strong bows snapped at waist length!

The blade continued its relentless advance, slicing through the waists of the three men.

When the blood spurted out, the person hadn't fallen yet; their upper body had already slid to the ground.

Military Merit +3

Su Chuang didn't even look at him, and stepped forward again.

The second, the third, the fourth...

He was like a blood-red whirlwind, charging left and right amidst the golden blade and red light, leaving severed limbs flying everywhere he went.

It's not that he's particularly skilled in martial arts.

He'd only been training with the Mo Dao Guards for a few days?

The spear techniques that Zhao Yun taught him were only at the basic level.

That's just... reckless.

Wanyan Honglie's fifty archers were routed by him alone.

"A madman...this guy is a madman!"

Some Hun soldiers screamed and ran backward.

Su Chuang chased after him and slashed him in the back with his sword, splitting him in two.

Blood splattered all over his face.

He wiped his hands, revealing white teeth, and grinned eerily in the firelight: "Who else?"

Wanyan Honglie finally panicked.

"Stop him! Stop him!" He backed away and hid in the guards.

Even the royal guards were afraid.

That golden knife is too sinister.

Wherever the red light passed, weapons broke upon contact, and armor shattered upon impact.

What's even stranger is the person wielding the knife.

Blood was still flowing from his shoulder, and his breath smelled of blood, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, like those of a starving wolf.

"Zilong!" Su Chuang suddenly shouted.

Zhao Yun understood, flicked his silver spear, and darted toward the carriage.

Xu Mengran protected Lin Ruxue, and the three of them reunited.

"Brother Chuang..." Lin Ruxue cried, grabbing Su Chuang's arm. "You're bleeding..."

"Just a minor injury," Su Chuang grinned. "Can you walk?"

"able!"

"Okay, stay close to me."

Su Chuang turned to look at Wanyan Honglie, pointing his golden sword.

"Wanyan Honglie, I'm taking this man with me today. If you're not satisfied, feel free to come after me."

Wanyan Honglie gritted his teeth: "Su Chuang! You're making an enemy of the Great Xiongnu!"

"To be an enemy?"

Su Chuang laughed, "The feud was already formed when my father died at your hands."

He paused, his voice turning cold:

"Today is just interest. Once I find out what happened back then, your entire tribe... not a single one of you will escape."

After saying that, he turned around and said, "Let's go!"

The four men stood back to back and rushed out of the camp.

The Xiongnu soldiers wanted to stop him, but when they saw the blood-dripping golden knife in Su Chuang's hand, they retreated.

They were about to break through the sixth line of defense—

"Su Chuang—!"

A sharp, delicate shout came from outside the camp.

Su Chuang paused in his steps.

That voice... it sounds so familiar.

He looked up.

On the east side of the camp, a sudden burst of light appeared—not the torches of the Xiongnu, but the pine torches of the Daqian dynasty, a bright red expanse.

At least five hundred men, all clad in silver armor and red cloaks, were Ye Qingyue's Divine Might Army!

Ye Qingyue rode a white horse, her silver armor gleaming coldly in the firelight.

She was carrying a bright silver spear, its tip dripping blood; who knows which unlucky fellow it belonged to.

Yue Xinyang stood beside her, his scar on his face twisted, his smile twisted and menacing.

"Oh, isn't this our Duke Xin?"

Yue Xinyang shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Stealing women from a Hunnic camp in the middle of the night?"

"That's quite a peculiar habit!"

Su Chuang's face darkened.

Xu Mengran gripped her sword tightly: "Why is Ye Qingyue here?"

"Here to grab a bargain."

Su Chuang spat, "That woman, she really knows how to pick her timing."

Ye Qingyue rode forward, looking down at Su Chuang with a mocking smile.

"Su Chuang, I have received intelligence that someone is colluding with the Xiongnu and intends to betray the country."

She paused, then pointed the gun at Lin Ruxue: "I didn't expect it to be Princess Ruxue and you."

"fart!"

Xu Mengran said sternly, "Princess Ruxue was forced into a political marriage! Su Chuang came to rescue her!"

"Save them?"

Ye Qingyue sneered.

"General Xu, you are also a commander, you should know military law."

"What is the punishment for trespassing into enemy territory without orders?"

"Not to mention..." Her eyes turned cold.

"Kidnapping a princess for a political marriage and destroying diplomatic relations between two countries is a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one's family!"

Lin Ruxue panicked: "General Ye! That's not how it is! I went with Brother Chuang willingly!"

"voluntary?"

Ye Qingyue raised an eyebrow.

"Princess, have you thought this through?"

"You were ordered to marry into a foreign land, and now you've eloped with a man. If word gets out, what will become of the royal family's reputation?"

Her words were venomous.

On the surface, it was persuasion, but in reality, it was pushing Lin Ruxue to her death.

Lin Ruxue's face turned deathly pale, and she bit her lip, unable to speak.

Su Chuang pulled her behind him and looked up at Ye Qingyue:

"Ye Qingyue, stop your fucking nonsense. Just say what you want."

"Simple."

Ye Qingyue smiled.

"Hand over Princess Ruxue, and I will escort you back to Yumen Pass."

"As for what happened tonight, I can pretend I didn't see it."

"What if I don't pay?"

"Not paying?"

Ye Qingyue's eyes turned cold. "Then don't blame this general for being ruthless with military law."

With a wave of her hand, the five hundred Divine Might Army soldiers scattered in a semi-circle and surrounded her.

The bow and arrow were nocked, and the spear was held horizontally.

Wanyan Honglie watched from a distance and chuckled.

Dogs fighting, that's a good thing.

He simply ordered, "Everyone step back! Let the people of Daqian handle this themselves!"

The Xiongnu soldiers retreated like a tide, leaving a clearing in the middle.

Su Chuang and his three companions were caught in the middle.

In front of them were Ye Qingyue's five hundred Divine Might Army soldiers, and behind them were Wanyan Honglie's three thousand Xiongnu cavalry.

A desperate situation.

Xu Mengran's hand holding the sword trembled slightly—not from fear, but from anger.

Zhao Yun held his silver spear horizontally in front of him, his eyes grave: "My lord, we cannot force our way through."

Su Chuang remained silent.

He looked at the injury on his shoulder.

The blood is still flowing. If this drags on any longer, he'll collapse on his own without any further treatment.

He then looked at Lin Ruxue.

The little girl's face was pale, tears welled up in her eyes, but she gripped his sleeve tightly.

Finally, he looked at Ye Qingyue.

The woman rode on horseback, her smile both cold and alluring, like a peony poisoned.

Six years.

The moment he saw this face after he traveled through time, he felt disgusted.

How could the original owner have fallen for such a person?

"Ye Qingyue".

Su Chuang suddenly spoke, his voice calm, "Do you still remember the dagger I gave you six years ago?"

Ye Qingyue was taken aback.

"It's made of black iron, and the handle is inlaid with seven gems. My father brought it back from the Western Regions."

Su Chuang said slowly, "Since you said you liked it, I'll give it to you."

He paused:

"Later I found out that the dagger was in Yue Xinyang's hands—he said it was a token of love you gave him."

Ye Qingyue's expression changed: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Am I talking nonsense?"

Su Chuang laughed, "Then do you dare to have Yue Xinyang take out that dagger and show it to everyone?"

Yue Xinyang's face turned ashen, and he instinctively clutched his waist.

There was indeed a dagger tucked there.

Ye Qingyue turned around and glared at him, her eyes practically murderous.

"Why bring up old stories!"

She said sternly, "Su Chuang, you are now a criminal. This general advises you to surrender, otherwise—"

"Otherwise what?"

Su Chuang interrupted her, "Kill me? Just like you killed my father back then?"

The entire room fell silent.

Even Wanyan Honglie perked up his ears; he loved watching the internal strife within the Great Qian Dynasty.

Ye Qingyue's pupils shrank sharply: "You... what nonsense are you spouting!"

"Am I talking nonsense?"

Su Chuang pulled out the yellowed list of fallen soldiers from his pocket and unfolded it with one hand.

"My father died in the Battle of Luofengpo. The military report said he was 'ambushed and killed'."

He paused, then raised his voice:

"But I checked—there shouldn't have been an ambush that day! Someone leaked the marching route!"

Ye Qingyue's hand holding the gun began to tremble.

"besides."

Su Chuang stared at her.

"Three days before my mother passed away, a maid with a strange face added something to her medicine pot."

"That maid was sent to your Ye family."

"You're spouting nonsense!" Ye Qingyue screamed.

"Whether it's slander or not, you know in your heart."

Su Chuang tucked the list back into his pocket and brandished his golden knife.

"Ye Qingyue, I'm telling you this right now—I will settle the score with you for the grudges against my parents, one by one."

"But today..."

He turned to look at Lin Ruxue, grinned, and said, "I'm determined to protect this girl."

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved.

It's not rushing forward, it's going to the left.

That was the weakest point in the Divine Might Army's formation, with only about thirty men there.

"Zilong! To the right!" Su Chuang roared.

Zhao Yun understood, flicked his silver spear, and charged straight at the right flank.

Xu Mengran protected Lin Ruxue and followed closely behind Su Chuang.

Ye Qingyue's face turned ashen: "Fire! Fire!"

Arrows rained down.

Su Chuang wielded his golden sword in a circle, deflecting most of the attacks with clanging sounds, but some still slipped through his net.

An arrow struck his thigh; he groaned, swayed, but didn't stop.

Another weapon grazed his cheek, leaving a bloody mark.

"Brother Chuang!" Lin Ruxue cried out.

"Don't cry!" Su Chuang roared, "Stay close to me!"

He raised his golden sword again, cleaving three Divine Might Army soldiers away with a single strike, tearing a gap in the formation.

Thirty steps.

Twenty steps.

Ten steps —

They were about to break through!

"Su Chuang—!"

Ye Qingyue suddenly leaped off her horse, her gleaming silver spear piercing his back like a poisonous dragon emerging from its lair!

That shot was too fast and too ruthless.

Su Chuang was busy dealing with the three soldiers in front of him and had no time to turn around.

"My lord, be careful!"

Zhao Yun roared from afar, but he was entangled by more than a dozen people and couldn't break free.

Xu Mengran tried to block it, but she was half a step too late.

The tip of the gun was already three inches from Su Chuang's vest!

Wanyan Honglie laughed. Good riddance, it saves him the trouble of doing it.

Ye Qingyue's lips curled up. If she killed Su Chuang and then Lin Ruxue, there would be no way to prove what happened tonight.

When the time comes, report to the imperial court that Su Chuang kidnapped the princess and fled, and was killed on the spot by her.

perfect.