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

And now...

What he wanted to do was to completely pin this Turkic army, which had been roaming the grasslands, to this land!

Xiahou Dun, Zhong Fang, Liu Chi... all those brothers of the Tiger and Leopard Iron Cavalry died because of him.

He did not want to see the White Horse Cavalry follow the same path, so he ordered their disbandment.

At this moment, he was alone, deep in the heart of the enemy's formation.

Could these hundreds of thousands of people be saved? He didn't know.

But he knew—

The overall situation is settled!

"Hahaha……"

Han Ye grinned, revealing bloodied and terrifying teeth.

"Xiahou Dun, Zhong Fang, Liu Chi...did you see that?"

"I didn't... let you down!"

With the Azure Dragon Spear out of his hand, he suddenly turned around, drew the jet-black arrow from his back, and wielded it like a short halberd!

Even if I only have one breath left, I will tear off a piece of flesh!

Even if only a single bone remains, it must be driven into the enemy's heart!

He brought up the system interface in his mind, swiped his finger, and entered the [Reincarnation Review] section.

That night, countless familiar profile pictures flashed with requests:

Xiahou Dun applied for reincarnation and returned to his hometown.

【Zhongfang】Applies for reincarnation and returning to his hometown.

Liu Chi has applied for reincarnation and return to his hometown.

He didn't approve any of them before.

Now, he has clicked "agree" on all of them.

"Let's go... let's go home..."

"You...should all rest in peace now."

because--

He knew they had already foreseen the outcome.

He did not let them down.

"Buzz—"

The moment I clicked confirm, everything went black, my vision distorted, and the world seemed to be pulled into an abyss.

Meanwhile, on the banks of the Wei River.

With the death of Khagan Jieli, the Turkic army went completely mad!

Hundreds of thousands of cavalrymen, like madmen, turned their horses around and charged towards the general wearing the ghost mask!

The scene was horrifying!

Like a mobile steel cage, it trapped Han Ye firmly in the center!

They were leaderless, driven by instinct—kill! This person must be killed!

And what about Han Ye?

We will not flee, nor will we retreat.

Instead, he spurred his horse forward, wielding a black arrow, and fought with a frenzy that surpassed anyone else's!

How could the Turks let them go? Their eyes were bloodshot, their roars like beasts, and they surrounded and attacked in layers!

However, this chaos caused hundreds of thousands of troops to fall into disorderly fighting and miss the best opportunity to retreat!

Within the Tang army ranks, Li Shimin, his eyes bloodshot and his throat hoarse, roared:

"All troops, attack! Kill them all!!"

"Leave no one alive! Annihilate the enemy!"

"Bring the Ghost-Faced General back to me!!!"

At a single command, a million Tang soldiers surged forth like a tidal wave!

At that moment, he finally understood Han Ye's intention.

He sacrificed his own life for the lives of 100,000 enemies!

He sacrificed himself to bring about a reversal in this decisive battle for the Tang Dynasty!

He single-handedly held off hundreds of thousands of Turkic cavalry!

A fierce wind howled along the banks of the Wei River, whipping up sand and dust, while the glint of blades and the mist of blood intertwined to create a crimson hell.

At this moment, the Ghost-Faced General, like a broken war god, stood alone amidst thousands of troops, using his wounds to firmly pin the enemy's throat!

How could Li Shimin and his men miss such an opportunity? Kill! Kill! Kill!

Taking advantage of the fact that the Turkic people were leaderless—with the Khan of the Khaganate killed on the spot—the once invincible army that had swept across the grasslands instantly collapsed into a motley crew.

They had only one goal in mind: to kill Han Ye!

As for the emperor, the Prince of Qin, and the main force of the Tang army? They had long since forgotten about them.

And so, a bizarre scene unfolded on the battlefield—

Although the Turks still roamed the mountains and plains, they were like snakes with their heads cut off, scrambling around, howling, and retreating in defeat.

The Tang soldiers charged in with bloodshot eyes, like hungry wolves pouncing on a flock of sheep, slaughtering and reaping them as easily as cutting melons and vegetables!

"Pfft!"

"Snap!"

"ah--!"

A slash to the neck, a spear to the throat, a hammer to the skull! Corpses piled up, blood surged, and the banks of the Wei River became a hellish inferno.

Li Jing swung his sword, cleaving through an enemy general, and roared like a trapped beast, "Ghost-faced General—hold on!! Don't fall! We're here!"

Li Yingniang wielded her spear like a silver rainbow, each strike carrying a deep-seated hatred. Her teeth clenched, she whispered in a tearful voice, "Wait...we will definitely bring you home..."

Cheng Yaojin, his double axes stained with blood and his face streaked with tears, laughed wildly to the sky: "Old brother! I've avenged you! Look closely! This is all paper money burned for you!!"

Fang Xuanling staggered backward, collapsed to the ground, panting like a fish out of water.

He waved his hand, his voice weak but with a hint of a smile: "I can't... I really can't... I'm exhausted... Uncle Qin, I really envy you, sleeping so soundly..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly grinned, gazing at the gray sky and muttering, "Hey, old buddy, did you see that? We... won."

Tick.

A drop of rain fell on his face.

Then, the second drop, the third drop...

The rain gradually thickened, pattering down on the earth.

Rainwater slid down his temples, mixing with mud and blood, leaving mottled marks on his face.

But he didn't hide; he just lay there quietly, a smile playing on his lips, as if he could hear the celebratory drums and music of the world.

"We won...that's great."

The rain poured down, washing over the land soaked in blood.

The crimson hue faded from the ground, gathering into thin streams that gurgled into the Wei River.

The corpses lying there were gradually washed clean—

Those were the remains of countless Han Chinese men.

Some people are still smiling on their deathbeds, their lips curved, as if they are dreaming of returning home;

Some men gripped their knives until death, their eyes wide with fury, as if they were still fighting.

Some people lay prostrate on the ground, still clutching the broken battle flag in their hands, their knuckles white.

Han Ye, however, does not fall into any of these categories.

He was surrounded and his consciousness was already blurred; he could only instinctively swing the long, black arrow in his hand.

His movements were chaotic and disorganized, yet with each swing, enemies still screamed and fell to the ground.

The rain pelted his face, icy cold.

But miraculously, it gradually brought his confused mind back to its senses.

At that very moment, his vision suddenly brightened.

It wasn't the light of fire, nor the glint of a blade, but... light.

Xiahou Dun stood there, dressed in a simple, clean robe, and smiled at him: "General, we've come to pick you up."

Zhong Fang strolled out, squinting and chuckling, "Young man of the Han family, let's go home for dinner."

Liu Chi scratched his head and smiled shyly: "General, thank you... You've worked hard. Come back with us."

Familiar figures emerged from the light.

No wounds, no blood, no pain.

They were all dressed in neat military uniforms, with gentle smiles, as if they had just come from a triumphant banquet to welcome him back to his unit.

"General, we've come to pick you up..."

"General, we've come to pick you up..."

"General, we've come to pick you up..."

Each sound, repeated again and again, was both gentle and firm.

Han Ye's eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

Finally... finally, I've been waiting for you all.

He wanted to nod, to say "okay," but his throat was dry and cracked, and he couldn't make a sound.

Just then—

"Die, Ghost-Faced General!"

A sharp shout suddenly rang out from behind!

A Turkic cavalryman leaped up with a sinister grin, his iron hammer, imbued with immense force, crashing down with a deafening roar!

"Bang--!!"

The helmet shattered! Blood splattered! The entire head was smashed to a grotesque angle!

But Han Ye did not fall.

He didn't even react.

Pain? I've long since become numb to it.

His body felt like it didn't belong to him; only a sliver of willpower kept him clinging to his last breath.

"The Ghost-Faced General—!!!"

Li Shimin's eyes were bloodshot, and his roar shook the heavens!

Li Jing threw his sword and leaped into the air, Cheng Yaojin was furious, and everyone was terrified!

But they were too late...

until--

"Bang!"

A white horse tore through the rain and crashed into the battlefield like lightning!

Clad in white, his horse galloping through the air, the man, wielding a silver spear, charged forward, shouting:

"General! We've come to get you—!"

It's the White Horse Cavalry!

More than one person!

One, two, ten... a hundred!

They were supposed to stay behind, but their souls were ignited by that lone figure on the battlefield.

They disobeyed orders and charged into battle, galloping on their horses, disregarding their own lives!

"General! We've come to pick you up!"

"General! We've come to pick you up!"

"General! We've come to pick you up!"

The hoarse shouts pierced through the torrential rain and resounded through the sky!

As the Ghost-Faced General lay critically wounded and on the verge of death, his consciousness fading—

His brothers finally arrived.

Li Shimin's elite troops were completely surrounded, their battle cries deafening, yet they could not break through the enemy lines and could only watch helplessly as Han Ye fought a bloody battle deep within the enemy ranks.

At this critical moment—

Rumble!

The earth trembled violently, and smoke and dust billowed into the sky!

A cavalry force, pure white and iron, swept in like thunder through the clouds from the edge of the battlefield! The horses were white, the riders were dressed in white, their masks were as black as ghosts, gleaming with a chilling light, and wherever they passed, waves of blood surged, and no one could stop them!

It was the White Horse Cavalry, an army of assassins personally created by Han Ye!

They fought their way through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, heading straight for the core battlefield where Han Ye was located.

"General! We've come to pick you up—"

His voice was hoarse, choked with sobs, and filled with boundless rage.

The scene before their eyes caused the eyes of every White Horse Cavalryman who rushed in to become bloodshot, almost bursting out of their sockets!

Han Ye fell to the ground, his armor shattered, his battle robe stained dark red, and his body covered in crisscrossing knife wounds, deep enough to expose bone.

The Azure Dragon Spear is nowhere to be found, and Red Hare has long been submerged in the enemy's overwhelming encirclement, its fate unknown.

He was almost completely soaked in blood, his breathing was weak, and his consciousness was fading. Only the ghostly mask remained firmly pressed against his face, as if it were his last vestige of dignity.

"General!!" Gongsun Zan roared, leaped off his warhorse, picked up Han Ye, and slammed him onto the back of his white horse.

His eyes were bloodshot, his killing intent soaring, and he swept his long sword horizontally, his fierce shout echoing across the battlefield: "All troops, listen to my command—charge out!!"

"kill!!!"

Three thousand White Horse Cavalry roared in unison, their sound waves shaking the heavens!

They were like a red-hot blade, stabbing fiercely into the heart of the Turkic army!

But how powerful were the Turks?

Hundreds of thousands of iron cavalrymen, layer upon layer, were a dark mass like a pressing cloud, dense and impenetrable, like a raging ocean, one wave after another rising!

Especially—Khan Jieli was actually killed by Han Ye himself!

Now that there is no leader, hatred has been completely ignited!

All the Turkic cavalrymen, their eyes bloodshot, roared like wild beasts: "Kill him! Kill the Ghost-Faced General! Avenge the Khan!!"

"Leave no one alive! Crush these mad dogs!!"

Arrows rained down like locusts, and swords flashed like snow, turning the entire battlefield into a hellish scene.

But just as they were frantically besieging the White Horse Cavalry—

They forgot.

A true god of war is never alone.

And Li Shimin!