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

"Khan!!"

A heart-wrenching roar ripped through the battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, the army in front of Khagan Jieli surged forward like a flood bursting its banks!

Iron hooves shattered the setting sun, and the glint of swords reflected the surging blood mist.

The Turkic soldiers had bloodshot eyes and roared like wild beasts. They raised their sharp scimitars high and their spears were like a forest, pointing directly at Han Ye—they were determined to tear him to pieces!

"General!!"

Behind them, three thousand White Horse Cavalrymen roared in unison, their iron cavalry thundering like lightning, kicking up clouds of dust as they charged forward with ferocity!

But just as these thousands of troops converged—

Han Ye slowly raised his head, a smile appearing beneath his mask.

The laughter was low and hoarse, yet it could be clearly heard amidst the clamor of war drums.

"Hahaha……"

It was not ecstasy, but a liberation born from the deepest sorrow.

He stood up, his Azure Dragon Spear planted on the ground, blood dripping from its tip, its shape as sinuous as a snake.

Before them surged a massive Turkic army, while behind them stood their iron-willed personal guards, sworn to follow them to the death.

The wind howled, whipping his tattered battle robes, his heavy armor stained with blood, his hands covered in crimson—all of it belonging to Khagan Jieli.

That shot through the throat sealed his fate.

Now, revenge has been taken, and death is imminent.

His voice was hoarse as he slowly and deliberately issued the final military order:

"Ghost-faced soldiers, heed my command!"

"exist!!!"

Three thousand white-horse cavalrymen reined in their horses and neighed, their voices shaking the heavens.

Han Ye's lips curled slightly, but his voice was as soft as a falling leaf:

"Disband on the spot."

silence.

It was as if the whole world paused.

Then he repeated it again, slowly and firmly:

"Disband on the spot."

No one moved.

Everyone stared at him, their eyes bulging with tears.

Gongsun Zan's eyes widened, his voice trembling: "General?!"

Disband? What a joke! They are the Ghost Face Army, the death squad forged by Han Ye himself! They would rather die in battle than be separated!

"Let's disband."

Han Ye waved his hand gently, his gaze falling on the dying Li Yingge on the ground, and on the bodies of the Tang soldiers.

His voice softened: "Take them...home."

"General!!" Gongsun Zan roared.

"Dismissed!!"

Han Ye suddenly opened his eyes and let out a thunderous shout!

That was the commander's authority, an absolute order that could not be disobeyed!

In an instant, the three thousand iron cavalrymen no longer hesitated.

They turned their horses around and galloped past Han Ye on both sides, quickly surrounding Li Yingge and the others, and began to retreat.

In the wind, only a solitary figure remained.

Han Ye stood quietly, his Azure Dragon Spear pointing diagonally at the ground.

He closed his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"I'm free..."

Whispers drift away on the wind.

Yes, I'm finally free.

From the day he became the "Ghost-Faced General," he never thought he would leave this grassland alive.

Killing Jieli is not the end, but the beginning.

What he wanted was never just the head of a Khan.

What he wanted was to bury all 300,000 Turkic cavalry here!

In the distance, Li Shimin and Li Jing both changed color.

"What is he trying to do?!"

Li Shimin's pupils contracted sharply, and the long sword in his hand paused.

They risked their lives to block the enemy's reinforcements, just to create an opportunity for Han Ye.

But now that Han Ye has killed Jieli, instead of pressing his advantage, he has dismissed his personal guards.

Are you crazy?!

"The Ghost-Faced General..."

Li Yingge lay in a pool of blood, her consciousness blurred, her beautiful eyes gazing at that figure, filled with incomprehension and pain.

You won... so why did you stop?!

The answer will be revealed in the next second.

"The Khan—is dead!!"

"Khan!!!"

The hundreds of thousands of Turkic soldiers went completely mad!

Like a giant beast whose vital point has been stepped on, it roared and shook the heavens. Its iron cavalry pressed down on the city like dark clouds, madly crushing towards the place where Han Ye was!

"Kill him!!"

"Skin and dismember! To be buried alive with the Khan!!"

"You masked thief! Today I'll make sure your soul is utterly destroyed!!!"

The killing intent was overwhelming, and the air currents surged.

The entire grassland was trembling.

At that very moment, Li Shimin suddenly realized what was happening and burst into laughter:

"By imperial decree—the entire army is to attack!!"

"Slay the Turks! Leave no one alive! Kill them all!!!"

Chaos!

Complete chaos!

With Jieli dead, the army was leaderless and the 300,000-strong force instantly descended into chaos.

They should have launched an orderly counterattack, but now they only know how to seek revenge, their formation has collapsed, and they are clashing with each other.

And this was the scheme that Han Ye had been waiting for for ten years.

He didn't care about his own life; what he wanted was to exchange the death of one man for the annihilation of 300,000 enemy soldiers!

"bring it on."

Han Ye opened his eyes, and slowly raised the Azure Dragon Spear, pointing it towards the sky.

A bloody wind swept over him; he seemed like a demon god descending upon the world.

The army behind them had already gone far away; ahead lay an endless sea of ​​slaughter.

He smiled.

The laughter was both stern and joyful.

"This shot will send you... to hell."

Han Ye became the center of the Turkic cavalry's fury.

Three thousand masked iron cavalry? Unstoppable! Thirty thousand wouldn't be enough! Since we can't stop them, then—disperse!

"Whoa—!"

Red Hare neighed loudly and reared up.

Han Ye flipped and leaped onto the horse's back, his movements swift and decisive, like thunder breaking through the clouds.

A mask covered his face, and his black robe was stained with blood.

With the Azure Dragon Spear in hand and the Soul-Severing Arrow on his back, his armor was already soaked in blood, and the stench of blood was palpable, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell.

He stood there quietly before the body of Khagan Jieli, motionless.

Ahead, the Turkic army surged forward like a black tide, their hooves shattering the earth and dust obscuring the sky.

Hundreds of thousands of men pressed in, their killing intent soaring to the heavens!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Before the roar even arrived, the murderous aura preceded it.

The sound seemed to explode from the depths of the netherworld, shaking the very air.

But Han Ye didn't even blink.

"This time... it's up to us." He murmured softly, his fingertips gently tracing the gun barrel, as if comforting an old friend.

Om-!

The Azure Dragon Spear trembled slightly, as if it possessed a spirit, responding to his words.

Han Ye's lips curled slightly, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Just as the enemy cavalry was about to crush his figure—

He suddenly closed his eyes!

When he opened his eyes again, there was no way out; only boiling killing intent remained!

Instead of retreating, they're advancing!

Red Hare, like a crimson lightning bolt, tore through the battlefield and charged straight into the enemy ranks!

One man, one horse, one gun!

Invincible!

A hoarse voice boomed through the howling wind: "Li Shimin—I'm giving you these hundreds of thousands of troops!"

boom!!!

This sound was like a thunderclap striking the heavens!

Li Shimin, who was in pursuit, was startled and stopped in his tracks.

Immediately, my eyes burned, and my vision blurred instantly.

"Give it...to me?"

"He's not just after decapitations... he wants to bury the entire Turkic army here!"

Li Shimin clenched his teeth, his fists cracking, then suddenly looked up and roared like a dragon: "All troops, attack! Annihilate the Turks, leave not a single blade of grass alive!"

"kill--!!"

"kill--!!"

"kill--!!"

The tide of battle has turned!

The crimson figure had already fallen into the enemy ranks like a meteor!

"die!"

Han Ye's spear moved like a dragon, and Red Hare trampled mountains and rivers as it plunged headlong into the midst of a million enemy soldiers!

The Turkic cavalrymen had bloodshot eyes and looked like madmen!

"Kill him!"

"Avenge the Khan!!"

"Kill him! Tear him to pieces!!"

The roars of anger rose and fell, as if they wished they could devour him alive!

Now that Jieli is dead and the army is leaderless, their only remaining thought is—

Kill the Ghost-Faced General!

Only by taking his life can we avenge this humiliation!

But they didn't understand...

Han Ye's lips curled into a cold smile.

He never intended for them to leave.

He stayed here to pin this Turkic army down on this desolate land!

He wants to annihilate them all!

As long as he stands, the enemy will not retreat!

He dared to hold back this raging torrent with his own body!

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered everywhere!

The Azure Dragon Spear danced like a storm of death; with each sweep, a head fell and a warhorse neighed in agony!

In a short time, he was trapped in the center of the enemy's formation, surrounded by enemies on all sides, and could not move an inch!

Let alone rushing forward, even turning around is extremely difficult!

But Han Ye laughed loudly, looking up at the sky!

His laughter was maniacal, and his murderous intent surged!

His inner energy erupted, and the Azure Dragon Spear swung with immense force, smashing the enemy rider's spine and sending him and his horse flying several feet away!

He collapsed to the ground with a thud, a cloud of blood spreading out!

All around him, countless scarlet eyes stared intently at him.

Finally, someone found a flaw!

A Turkic cavalryman silently approached, a flash of his blade—

"laugh!"

Han Ye's left arm is bleeding profusely!

The cavalryman roared with ecstasy, "He's wounded! Kill him! Kill him!!"

Before the words were finished—

Han Ye suddenly turned around!

The Azure Dragon Spear, like a poisonous dragon turning on its back, its tip reversed, swift as lightning!

"puff--!"

The spear pierced his throat, and the man's eyes widened before his life was extinguished in an instant!

The body fell from the horse, but Han Ye didn't even glance at it. He simply raised his hand and wiped the blood from his face.

The wind whips up the remaining clouds, but the war drums have not yet ceased.

He stood amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, like a war god descending to earth.

One man can command a million soldiers!

On the spot, Han Ye pierced through the head of the Turkic cavalryman, the spear tip protruding from the back of his head, blood and bone fragments spraying three feet!

Han Ye threw his head back and laughed wildly, his voice booming like thunder: "How can we say we have no clothes? We share the same robes with you—"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Before the poem was finished, the killing intent had already arrived.

The battlefield is ever-changing, allowing no room for hesitation.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his skill [Berserk Battle] was already activated. He was like a demon crawling out of hell. His Azure Dragon Spear danced like a storm of death as he charged left and right among hundreds of thousands of Turkic cavalry. Wherever he passed, men and horses fell, and waves of blood surged!

But... this is not the understated portrayal in the historical novel.

Hundreds of thousands of troops, a real, overwhelming torrent of steel! Warhorses neighed, swords flashed like a forest, and they surrounded him completely, leaving no room for escape!

The sounds of flesh tearing apart echoed everywhere—from the enemy, and from his own.

Ten minutes felt like ten years.

Han Ye felt his limbs were as heavy as lead, his head was buzzing, and his whole body was soaked, he didn't know if it was sweat, blood or the warmth seeping from his internal organs.

He could no longer remember how many times he had been slashed or stabbed.

"Pfft!"

A curved blade slashed fiercely into his abdomen, nearly spilling his intestines out, but he used the momentum to pull the enemy off his horse and slam him into the crowd!

"Pfft!"

The spear pierced through his shoulder blade, and the Azure Dragon Spear flew out of his hand, embedding itself in a pile of corpses ten paces away, trembling incessantly.

"Pfft!"

The sword was aimed straight for his throat, but he dodged it by tilting his head. His hair ribbon snapped, and his long, black hair instantly spread out, dancing wildly like a flag in the blood mist!

Countless weapons slashed from all directions, arrows rained down, and cold light obscured the sun! His figure weaved through mountains of knives and seas of fire, like a lone wolf that refused to fall!

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to shatter my chest, and my consciousness began to blur.

But he knew—

The mission is complete.

He is the Ghost-Faced General!

He personally killed Jieli Khan, and his blood feud was avenged!