Tang Dynasty: Starting with 3,000 elite cavalry, a bloody battle to retake the city.

"kill--!!"

The command thundered, and the Turkic cavalry surged forward, their hooves shattering the earth, their blades flashing like waterfalls, leaving waves of blood and corpses strewn everywhere they went!

Li Shimin led his troops in a desperate resistance, but faced with hundreds of thousands of enemy troops, he was like a lone boat on a raging sea, teetering on the brink of collapse!

Knives shattered, spears broke, armor cracked, and blood flowed.

Every breath is a life-or-death struggle!

The battle had reached a dead end, and the panting of the Tang soldiers was as heavy as the dying beat of a drum.

At that moment, a sinister smile finally appeared on Jieli Khan's lips.

It became.

The Tang Dynasty was already at its last gasp; one more blow and it would collapse completely!

His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, locked onto a corner of the battlefield—that figure, covered in blood yet still standing tall like a pine tree.

Li Yingge, the mighty female general of the Tang Dynasty!

"Little girl..." he chuckled softly, like a hunter eyeing the last beast that refused to fall, "Let's start with you."

The next instant, he gave a stern order: "Guards! Cut off her head and display it publicly! Let Li Shimin see with his own eyes how his loyal ministers fall one by one!"

"yes!!"

The iron cavalry charged out in response, their killing intent surging forth like a tidal wave!

Li Yingge, who was already surrounded, suddenly felt the world darken and a murderous intent loom over her throat!

Another wave of Turkic cavalry charged in, their blades gleaming coldly, each strike deadly!

"By order of the Khan, I will take your dog's life!" The enemy cavalry roared as they swooped down, their long swords slicing through the air with a piercing whistle!

boom--!

This command was like the tolling of a death knell.

The Khan of the Eighth Route Army had a ferocious smile on his face, as if he could already see the crown of victory bestowed upon him.

On the other side, Li Jing's eyes suddenly turned bloodshot, and he roared like a tiger breaking free of its shackles: "Yingge—!!!"

He was furious and, with his spear in hand, was about to charge through the enemy lines!

But the road ahead was heavily fortified, and he was not allowed to take a single step easily!

"No--!!!"

Even Li Shimin suddenly looked up and roared, hot tears streaming down his cheeks!

That was a divine female general personally appointed by him!

Qin Shubao just left, is it possible that we will lose another pillar of strength today?!

The Tang Dynasty camp was filled with rage and indignation!

Meanwhile, Li Yingge's thousand elite surprise attack troops...

In a short moment, corpses littered the ground, leaving only her standing proudly amidst the sea of ​​blood!

The spear slipped from his hand and slammed into the mud with a "bang," splashing up a spray of crimson.

"Pfft—"

A blade swept across, blood gushing from her left arm. She groaned and staggered backward.

His armor was shattered, his hair was disheveled, but his eyes still shone like unextinguished cold stars!

Before them, a Turkic cavalryman rode up on his horse, looking down at them with a sinister grin as he raised his blood-stained scimitar.

"Give me the head!"

The wind howled, and the scent of death pressed against her neck.

But Li Yingge suddenly smiled.

A disdainful sneer appeared on his pale face.

She never imagined that she would die here, at the hands of a barbarian.

But she has no regrets.

Even though she was exhausted and helpless, she stood there and never thought of kneeling!

Slowly closing her eyes, a tear silently slid down her cheek.

"Tick-tock..."

"Finally...it's over..."

Behind them came Li Jing's heart-wrenching roar and Li Shimin's tearful cries.

Before him, there was the arrogant grin of the enemy general and the whistling of falling blades.

In the last moment before her consciousness faded—

What came to mind was that rainy night outside Dingzhou City.

The Ghost-Faced General slept soundly in his tent, his mask partially concealing his body, his breathing shallow.

She stood by the bed, her fingertips trembling, but ultimately did not reach out...

That was the biggest regret of her life.

"If... we could do it all over again..."

Her lips moved slightly, her breath coming in a barely audible whisper, "I will definitely... personally remove your mask."

"Let me take a look..."

"Who... are you...?"

A sad smile appeared on Li Yingge's pale face, her lips slightly upturned, but without a trace of warmth.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she had already bid farewell to this world.

Death is just a step away.

"cut!"

A roar tore through the sky as the Turkic cavalryman, grinning maliciously, spurred his horse forward, his blades raised high, gleaming coldly like frost!

……

Just as the curved blade was about to fall—

The entire venue was deathly silent!

Li Jing clenched his fists, veins bulging; Li Shimin's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth clenched so hard they tasted blood; Cheng Yaojin's roar was cut short as his throat tightened! Everyone's heartbeat seemed to hang on the edge of a cliff, held by that single blade!

"Buzz—!"

suddenly!

A piercing sound exploded, sharp as a rift in hell, tearing open the sky!

A dark shadow flashed by!

An arrow shot out from the depths of the void! So fast that its trajectory was invisible, leaving only a piercing echo!

It was like a hand reaching out from the underworld, specifically to claim lives!

"Pfft—"

Blood burst forth!

The jet-black arrow pierced the throat of the Turkic cavalryman with incredible force—the entire corpse was forcibly thrown off the horse and crashed into the soil with a thud, sinking half a foot deep!

The knife that fell from his hand grazed Li Yingge's cheek, and a few strands of her hair were severed and fell to the ground.

"Who goes there!"

"Who dares!?"

Li Shimin's pupils contracted sharply, and he looked up in shock.

Jieli Khan was terrified, and his face turned deathly pale instantly!

Not surprised, not angry.

It's fear!

A deep-seated fear surged from my spine to the top of my head!

Because—he recognized the arrow!

It was this very arrow that pierced his eye socket, burned away his arrogance, and left him blind and crippled!

"Khan Jieli..."

A hoarse, cold voice, as if crawling out from the deepest hell, slowly sounded behind him.

"Open your eyes and see who I am."

The sound wasn't loud, but it sounded like a death knell.

The second time it was repeated, the air seemed to freeze.

"Khan Jieli... open your eyes and see who I am."

Every word echoed like rust, carving itself deep into his soul.

Jieli was struck dumb, his whole body stiffened, his neck slowly twisted, and his eyeballs almost bulged out—

Who is that?!

Not just him.

Li Shimin, Li Jing, Li Yingge, and everyone else all looked in that direction, their hearts churning with turmoil.

We...didn't have an ambush?!

Who is that person?!

"Tap...tap tap...tap tap tap..."

The sound of horses' hooves grew louder as they approached, steady and resonant like the beating of war drums.

Dust billowed at the horizon.

One rider takes the lead, Red Hare neighs, flames burn the wind!

The newcomer wore a blood-stained battle robe, had a ghost mask on his face, and held a Azure Dragon Spear, which gleamed coldly and exuded a murderous aura!

And behind him—

Three thousand iron cavalrymen marched out in formation!

All of them were dressed in white horses, white robes, and white clothes, like an army of the dead descending to earth!

Every face is covered with a demon mask!

Silent, without a sound, only overwhelming killing intent!

"The Demon-Faced General!!"

Li Shimin stood up abruptly, his voice trembling.

Is it really him?!

Han Ye? He's still alive?!

Not only did he survive, but he also returned with three thousand masked warriors!

How is this possible?! Wasn't he critically injured and on the verge of death, escaping alone?!

Even he found it hard to believe, let alone Khagan Jieli!

"Impossible!!" Jieli roared to the sky, his face contorted in pain. "I slaughtered all your men long ago! Three thousand masked soldiers, not a single one spared! How could you possibly still have an army?!"

"Your wounds...you should have died on the snowfield!!"

He roared, as if trying to tear apart all the illusions before him.

But reality stood coldly before him.

Han Ye sat upright on Red Hare, the tip of his spear touching the ground, and slowly raised it.

His voice was low and hoarse, yet every word was like a knife:

"Yes...you're right."

He paused, his eyes behind the mask as cold as the moon over an icy plain.

"You killed all the masked soldiers."

The wind stopped.

The clouds dispersed.

The next second—

He suddenly raised his gun, pointing it directly at Jieli, his voice like thunder:

"But now... they're back."

and so……

We are souls who have crawled back from the underworld.

It was we... the vengeful ghosts who tore open the seal of hell with our own hands!

"This time—"

A sinister, hoarse laugh rolled down Han Ye's throat, like a rusty knife scraping through dry bone, "I'll drag you down to the eighteenth level of hell, never to be reincarnated!"

Before the words were finished, the warhorse neighed, its iron hooves shattering the setting sun.

Three thousand White Horse Cavalrymen, like snow-white blades piercing the night, plunged straight into the ranks of Khagan Jieli's personal guards! Before they even arrived, their killing intent had already torn through the air, and blood mist rose into the sky!

"kill!!!"

Han Ye roared, and the Azure Dragon Spear trembled, exploding with cold light, like a dragon emerging from the abyss! Wherever the spear pointed, severed arms spun, heads rolled to the ground, and blood gushed out like a river!

"Pfft—!"

"Pfft—!"

"Pfft—!"

Every shot hits the throat with pinpoint accuracy; every step is taken to the beat of death!

The guards screamed in agony as the defense line was torn open with a gruesome gash, as if it were made of paper!

"Khan! Run—!"

"Run!! It'll be too late if we don't leave now!!"

One by one, the guards around him fell, screaming themselves hoarse, their eyes filled with despair.

Khagan Jieli trembled violently, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his armor.

He turned around abruptly—and there he was, the general wearing the ghost mask, who had just arrived!

So accurate...

It was as accurate as if they had pinpointed his Achilles' heel!

At this moment, he only had a few thousand remaining soldiers behind him, while the main army in front was besieging Li Shimin and could not come back to his aid at all!

And this jinx, of all people, chose this moment of utter weakness to strike!

"Damn it!!"

His pupils contracted sharply, he leaped onto his horse, turned it around, and galloped off like a madman, yelling, "Back to defend!! Back to defend!! Army retreat—protect the Emperor!! Now!!"

boom--!!

A roar shook the entire battlefield.

The Turkic army, which was charging forward, suddenly froze, and their offensive came to an abrupt halt.

Some were still swinging their swords, some had just slashed into the chests of Tang soldiers, but upon hearing the Khan's cry of alarm, they all turned pale!

"Return to defend!! Protect Khan!!"

"Quick! Go back quickly!! That masked demon wants to kill the Khan!!"

"Holy crap!! Where did this beast come from?!"

Immediately, morale among the troops was thrown into chaos.

The once orderly battle line began to collapse, and the soldiers hastily turned around, panic flowing like a tidal wave!

Everyone saw it—

The mighty Turkic Khan was forced to flee in disarray by just one person!

Because he knew very well:

These guards behind him could not stop the god of death who had returned from hell!

"Boom!"

really--

Han Ye spurred Red Hare, and like a bolt of crimson lightning, he cleaved through the crowd!

The Azure Dragon Spear danced like a death storm, leaving bones and flesh flying everywhere it passed, and corpses piling up in the road!

He carved a path through the sea of ​​blood and headed straight for Khagan Jieli!

"Jiali..."

Han Ye's voice was low and hoarse, like a decree from the underworld, his eyes beneath the ghostly mask gleaming coldly, "Tell me, where can you escape to?"

"I have returned from the underworld, only to take your head."

Red Hare galloped with its four hooves flying, as fast as a shooting star, and the distance between the two men rapidly closed!

When Jieli Khan glanced back, he was almost scared out of his wits.

That figure in white robes and silver armor, like a merciless killer, pressed closer and closer!