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

Weapons? Spears?

Han Ye's pupils contracted, his gaze sharp as lightning, fixed on the long spear in the corner, its entire body a deep blue, entwined with a dragon—the Azure Dragon Spear!

His gun! It's still here!

In those days, a bloody battle raged on the banks of the Wei River, turning the world upside down. He was surrounded and driven to the brink of death, and his Green Dragon Spear flew out of his hand, falling into the mountain of corpses amidst the chaos of the battle. He was never heard from again.

Everyone thought it had long since broken, rusted, and buried in the yellow sand... But today, it stands quietly in a corner of this mourning hall, its cold light undiminished, its dragon roar hidden in the shadows!

Han Ye's throat tightened, and his heart felt as if it had been violently struck.

As soon as he and Li Yingge stepped into the living room, she sighed softly, took the incense in her hand, and slowly knelt down in front of the memorial tablet of the Ghost-Faced General. The sandalwood incense rose gently, swirling with sorrow and respect.

Han Ye, however, did not stop for a moment.

His gaze had already been captured by that spear, as if some unseen force was pulling him, causing his blood to resonate and his marrow to throb!

The Azure Dragon Spear stood silently, its tip lowered, as if in slumber.

But just as Han Ye approached—

hum!

The gun shuddered violently, the dragon pattern gleamed brightly, and an extremely chilling killing intent exploded forth! It was no ordinary chill, but the murderous aura formed from the beheading of thousands and the drinking of rivers of blood during a massive army battle! Wherever its sharp edge pointed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a faint hiss!

Li Yingge suddenly turned around, the incense burner shook slightly, and incense ash fell.

"What's going on?!"

Her beautiful eyes widened, and her expression changed drastically.

Not just this hall, the entire mansion was trembling! The stone slabs of the memorial square outside were cracked, dust was rising, and the tombs of countless masked soldiers buried underground were now resonating faintly, as if the sleeping heroes were being awakened and roaring in unison!

"kill!!"

"kill!!!"

The silent shouts echoed in the wind. Although there was no sound, they shook the hearts of every person standing in the square, making their eardrums rupture, as if they were instantly pulled back to that bloody battlefield!

"Oh my god...it's the General! The Ghost-Faced General has appeared!!"

"I heard it! They're shouting battle cries! That's our general returning—!"

"Let's go home... let's go home... we've waited so long for you..."

The crowd knelt down, cries filled the air, and incense smoke billowed into the sky.

Inside the hall, Li Yingge stared intently at Han Ye, her breath trembling slightly: "This...is it you?"

Her voice was extremely low, yet it concealed a raging storm.

Han Ye had already walked to the Azure Dragon Spear, and his five fingers slowly touched the shaft.

Cold, yet familiar, like touching one's own broken bones and regenerated meridians.

A faint smile played on his lips, his voice hoarse: "Good gun... still so powerful."

The moment the words were spoken, the strange phenomenon vanished.

The violent killing intent receded like a tide, the Azure Dragon Spear calmed down, and the dragon patterns dimmed, as if the tremor had never happened.

The entire mansion returned to silence, with only the wind blowing through the courtyard, carrying away the lingering fragrance.

Li Yingge's eyes widened in disbelief: "You...you can touch it?!"

Han Ye raised an eyebrow: "No?"

"You really don't know?" She bit her lip, her tone suddenly turning cold. "From the day this gun was brought back, anyone who dared to touch it would be cut! Even my father and His Majesty themselves tried it; a mere touch of their fingertips drew blood! His Majesty said personally—this gun has a spirit; it only recognizes its master and would rather break than be dishonored!"

She stared intently at him: "Tell me, why were you allowed to touch it?"

Han Ye was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled.

The next second, he flicked his finger, deliberately brushing against the edge of the gun blade—

Pfft!

Blood seeped out, staining the gun's markings red.

He frowned and exclaimed, "Oh dear, that really hurts!"

Li Yingge was so angry she gritted her teeth: "You...you tricked me?!"

How could she not see it? That stroke was clearly an act! The force, the angle—it was all deliberate! This person… is simply going too far!

Before she could utter a word of abuse, Han Ye had already turned around and said calmly, "Let's go, it's time to go."

Before the two left, Han Ye stopped and looked back.

His gaze passed through the center of the hall and landed on the solitary Azure Dragon Spear.

He didn't speak again, but his lips moved slightly, uttering three words, as soft as a murmur, yet as heavy as a thousand pounds:

"wait for me."

A breeze blew by, and the tassel of the spear twitched slightly, as if in response.

He knew it could hear him.

The Azure Dragon Spear stood quietly in the corner of the living room. Suddenly, the tip of the spear trembled slightly and hummed softly, as if a sleeping beast had sensed something and was quietly awakening.

Han Ye and Li Yingge left the monument side by side, their clothes fluttering in the wind.

Without stopping, the two headed straight for the military camp—the garrison of the Shenwei Army.

The purpose of this trip is clear: Han Ye has a [Limitless Eight Trigrams Killing Array] in his mind, which is extremely ingenious, but he can't use it.

Instead of keeping them hidden away, give them to those who truly need them.

And this person was none other than Li Yingge.

As for the fact that she had never even heard of this formation? That's not important.

What Han Ye gave was confidence.

"My Divine Might Army is under my command," Li Yingge said casually before entering the military camp, "but they may not listen to you."

If anyone provokes you later, don't blame me for not giving them a heads-up.

Han Ye smiled, his eyes flashing slightly: "A mere military formation, what can it possibly do? I can subdue even the ghost-faced soldiers, why would I fear a few flesh and blood?"

The words had barely left his lips when he entered the camp.

"General!"

A thunderous roar erupted, and 20,000 soldiers lined up in unison, their shouts reaching the heavens.

The armored vehicles stood imposingly, their cold gleam reflecting the sunlight, making the entire military camp resemble a colossal steel beast awakened from its slumber.

Li Yingge, clad in dark silver battle armor, moved with composure, her demeanor as aloof as frost.

She's back! The female warrior who once roamed the northern frontier and could annihilate thousands with a single shot has finally returned to camp!

This mighty army of 20,000 men was all forged by her own hands, crawling out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

With only 10,000 troops, they held Youzhou to the death, managing to keep the Turkic cavalry pinned outside the pass for three months without them making an inch of progress!

She was their everything.

At this moment, she stood before the command platform, her voice clear and sharp as a sword: "Assemble the entire army."

"yes!"

The guards obeyed and left. In a short while, 20,000 soldiers stood solemnly below the platform, completely silent.

Han Ye followed slowly, his gaze sweeping over the rows of cold, stern faces, and he couldn't help but sigh, "What a formidable army."

Li Yingge raised the corner of her eye slightly, a hint of barely perceptible arrogance flashing across her lips: "How could the soldiers I, Li Yingge, lead be mediocre?"

Han Ye smiled but remained silent.

He knew how strong these people were, of course—he had seen them fight to the death back in Dingzhou.

Soon, the army assembled and lined up in formation.

Li Yingge didn't say much, but turned around, took Han Ye's hand, and stepped onto the high platform.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Countless gazes focused on them, filled with astonishment and uncertainty.

"Who is that?"

"Which young man has received a personal introduction from the General?"

"Holy crap... Is this the first time in the general's life that he's brought a man onto the stage?"

"No way, no way? Could it be... my husband?!"

Whispers rippled through the ranks of soldiers.

Li Yingge's ears turned slightly red, but she showed no sign of backing down.

She stood on the stage, facing the gazes of thousands, and said in a clear voice:

"I have gathered you all here today for one matter—this gentleman is my husband, Han Ye!"

boom--!

The entire military camp seemed to have been struck by a thunderbolt, instantly shattering!

Even Han Ye was stunned.

What?! My husband?!

We haven't even had our wedding ceremony yet!

But the soldiers below were in complete uproar.

"Is the general serious?!"

"Hahaha! When are you having the banquet? All the brothers will send their congratulatory gifts!"

"General, you are truly mighty! You have finally given your heart away!"

Then the art style suddenly changed—

"Does this guy deserve her? The general is our goddess!"

"If he dares to betray the general, we'll tear him apart alive!"

"Yes! Make him disappear from this grassland!"

Roars rose and fell, swords clashed, iron fists pounded shields, and a murderous aura filled the air.

These 20,000 people revered Li Yingge as a deity.

The sudden appearance of a "husband" is like an invasion by a foreign enemy, stealing the sacred flame in their hearts!

Accept? Dream on!

Han Ye remained unmoved, even a playful smile playing on his lips.

He never intended to win people's hearts with just a few words of introduction.

Human nature is unpredictable, especially among these madmen who live on the edge.

Just as the commotion reached its peak, Li Yingge suddenly raised her hand and coldly interrupted:

"Enough! Shut up, all of you!"

As soon as the words were spoken, all was silent.

Her gaze, sharp as a blade, swept across the entire room: "My husband, Han Ye, has come today not to vie for your approval, but to bestow upon you a formation—the [Limitless Eight Trigrams Killing Formation]! From this day forward, you will use this formation as your foundation and your power as your spearhead, sweeping across the world, unstoppable!"

silence.

A deathly silence.

The next instant, a tidal wave of uproar swept across the entire venue!

"A formation?! Or a 'killing formation'?!"

"Are you kidding me...? How can you just spread something like this like that?"

"You know nothing! Anything that the general himself calls a 'killing formation' is no ordinary item!"

Everyone's breathing became heavier.

For an army, formations mean doubling combat power and becoming invincible among those of the same level!

And this "husband" before me just casually sent out a killing formation?!

Doubt, shock, awe, curiosity... a variety of emotions intertwined and rose within the military ranks.

Han Ye finally spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears:

Believe it or not, it doesn't matter.

Those who survive will understand.

This is really awkward.

Han Ye came to deliver the formation; if they refused outright, they would appear ungrateful and aggressive.

But the problem is—

Han Ye? Who is that?

No one in the Shenwei Army had ever heard of this name before.

What kind of formations could an unknown person know? Could he possibly be stronger than the killing formations they've honed over years of battles?

Finally, one of the generals could no longer contain himself. He stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said loudly, "General, I am utterly loyal to you, but... regarding your husband, Han Ye—"

He paused, then his voice suddenly rose: "Excuse my bluntness, but this humble general disagrees!"

"Our Divine Might Army possesses its own inherited battle formations, advancing and retreating like thunder, attacking and defending like a mountain! If his formations are nothing special, why should we waste our time on trivial matters?!"

Before the words were even finished, 20,000 soldiers stepped forward in unison, their shouts booming like a tidal wave:

"Please reconsider, General!"

"Please reconsider, General!"

"Please reconsider, General!"

The roar was deafening, causing the camp flags to flutter wildly, and even the distant mountains and forests seemed to tremble.

Li Yingge frowned, her cold eyes flashing, and anger surged within her.

She was about to reprimand someone when a slight tug pulled her armor from behind.

Looking back, it turned out to be his personal guard, Uncle Liu.