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

"Uncle Liu?!" Her eyes widened in surprise and confusion.

Uncle Liu smiled gently and said in a low voice, "General, if you want the Divine Might Army to recognize Young Master Han as their husband, it won't be enough with just one word from you."

It remains to be seen whether he... has the ability to keep things under control.

Li Yingge's expression shifted slightly, and her fingers tightened subtly.

How could she not know?

But Han Ye's body has not yet fully recovered, how could she bear to let him take the lead?

While hesitating—

The figure slowly rose to his feet.

He wore a black robe with wide sleeves, and his figure was slender, yet he stood ramrod straight.

Han Ye walked out step by step, his steps steady, as if he were not walking towards 20,000 iron-blooded soldiers, but strolling in the moonlit courtyard.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips bloodless, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

"The strength of a formation can only be determined by testing it." His voice was not loud, but it pierced through the noise and was clear to the ear. "But I know... you don't want to try at all."

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

"It's not because I doubt the formation, but rather—" he smirked, a hint of mockery in his eyes, "you disdain me, so you look down on me, right?"

wow——

The soldiers looked at each other, a sudden shock running through them.

He saw right through it!

The general gritted his teeth and stepped forward, stating frankly, "That's right! We are indeed dissatisfied! Young Master Han is an unknown figure; why should we submit to his orders?!"

He turned and surveyed his comrades, his voice booming: "But we, the Divine Might Army, respect the strong! As long as you can win our hearts and minds, we'll learn formations, go through fire and water without hesitation!"

"Yes! Defeat us, and we'll acknowledge you!"

"Come on! Let's see what you're really made of!"

The crowd was agitated, and a murderous aura was rising.

Han Ye simply smiled.

The next moment, he strode forward, heading straight for the weapons rack at the rear of the military camp.

He originally intended to stop there.

But now—

Facing an army of 20,000 fierce warriors, and with the entire camp brimming with fighting spirit, to continue to conceal our strengths would only invite humiliation!

"Clang!"

A clear whistle rang out, and a flash of cold light appeared.

He drew a silver-scaled spear from a row of spears; the spear was long and slender, its blade gleaming with a cold light.

Although it was not as extraordinary as the Azure Dragon Spear, it was as easy for him to use as his own arm, and its spirituality was beginning to awaken.

Li Yingge's pupils contracted, and her heartbeat became erratic.

She stared intently at the spear, her voice trembling slightly: "So... his true weapon was never a sword."

It's a gun...it's always been a gun...

"Sizzle—!"

The spear swept across, leaving a deep crack in the ground!

Han Ye stood at the front of the formation, holding a gun in one hand, his white clothes fluttering, his gaze sweeping over the 20,000 soldiers like lightning.

He smiled slightly and said calmly:

"bring it on.

Who can cross this line—I, I'll consider myself a loser.

boom--!!!

The entire room fell silent, then erupted in chaos!

Twenty thousand people stared wide-eyed, their breath caught in their throats.

Is this person... insane?!

They are the Divine Might Army! They could drown him with a single spit from any of them! Let alone the true elite troops who charge into battle and break through enemy lines!

But rather...

This arrogance, this composure, this calm smile even on the edge of life and death—

It makes you... want to take a gamble.

"...That's interesting."

"Someone dares to challenge us like this? That's really something."

"The man the general chose... is no ordinary man."

Whispers arose, but the will to fight quietly shifted.

They were no longer hostile, but rather... excited.

After all, this is the Divine Might Army.

Kneel only to the strong, not to those with empty titles.

If Han Ye were to reveal his identity as the "Ghost-Faced General" at this moment, they would already be kneeling and kowtowing, given the formidable reputation he had earned through countless battles and bloodshed.

But now—

He is just Han Ye.

A name, a gun, a line.

That's it.

Let's solve it in the most basic way.

Fist rules.

The winner takes all.

That wasn't enough to make them truly submit to Han Ye! But now, Han Ye swept his spear across the sand, drawing a sharp arc that pointed directly at the Divine Might Army—this was a blatant challenge!

What kind of place is the Divine Might Army? An iron-blooded army, they would rather die than retreat! How could they fear battle?

"I'll do it!"

With a low roar, a soldier strode forward, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

He gripped his long sword, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Han Ye, and said in a deep, resonant voice, "Forgive me!"

Before the words were even finished, the person had already sprung up!

The blade flashed, tearing through the air and slashing down with immense force.

In his eyes, Han Ye had a handsome face, a slender figure, and a hint of illness between his brows, clearly indicating that he was injured.

This kind of person can be taken down in one move!

Therefore, he spared no effort and went all out, determined to kill the enemy in one blow!

But... he underestimated it.

too low.

Just as the blade was about to strike, Han Ye's lips curled slightly, his gaze indifferent.

"Your waist is weak and your center of gravity is off. Even using 30% of your strength in this strike would be an overestimation."

A casual comment makes it seem as if it's not a life-or-death battle, but rather a training session for religious disciples.

Immediately afterwards—

"Bang!"

The spear, like a dragon emerging from the sea, struck the blade's spine with unparalleled precision, its angle so cunning it seemed to have calculated every bit of his strength and every inch of his trajectory!

The soldier's pupils shrank suddenly. Before he could react, a terrifying force surged through his longsword, pressing into his meridians like a mountain collapsing!

"puff--!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and rolling several meters before coming to a stop.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their breath caught in their throats.

One move and he was defeated?!

The soldier propped himself up and sat up, his face pale, but without resentment.

He looked up at Han Ye, bowed deeply, and said in a hoarse but sincere voice, "Thank you for showing mercy, Young Master Han Ye."

He knew very well that if that blow had been three degrees heavier, his hand bones would have been shattered, and he might have even died on the spot.

However, Han Ye restrained his strength, stopping short of causing serious injury.

He was convinced.

"Next, it's my turn!"

A furious shout shattered the silence, and another person stepped out.

He was as burly as a bear, with broad shoulders and a thick back. He held a giant axe that gleamed coldly. When he stomped his feet, the ground seemed to tremble slightly.

His eyes were bloodshot, his fighting spirit soaring: "Kill!"

The axe shadows surged like a tide, cleaving down with the force to crush everything, the wind howled, and even the air itself seemed to split in two!

Fierce! Overbearing! Unstoppable!

But Han Ye simply turned slightly to the side.

"Clang!"

The spear thrust out at an extremely strange angle, its tip like a venomous snake's tongue, instantly pressing against the man's throat, the cold light stinging his skin!

The burly man froze, cold sweat instantly soaking his back!

He hadn't even had time to react—

"Bang!"

He kicked out, hitting the boy squarely in the chest!

A muffled thud exploded, and the burly man was sent flying several feet backward as if hit by a galloping horse, crashing to the ground with a thud, raising a cloud of dust.

"hiss……"

Gasps of astonishment filled the air.

This guy is a well-known giant in the Divine Might Army, with his superb martial arts skills that allow him to withstand the charge of warhorses. Yet now he was sent flying by a single kick.

Is this even human?!

Han Ye stood with his gun in hand, his clothes fluttering slightly, his tone calm yet undeniable: "Big size doesn't mean strong."

You have too many weaknesses: your movements are sluggish, your turns are slow, and your attacks rely entirely on brute force—if I were the enemy, you would have died three times already.

The man, lying on the ground, coughed up a breath of stale air, struggled to sit up, and kowtowed heavily to Han Ye: "Thank you for your guidance, Young Master Han Ye!"

Respect, from the bottom of my heart.

Han Ye nodded slightly, just about to say "Continue"—

"Cough cough cough...!"

A violent cough suddenly struck him, and he abruptly raised his hand to cover his lips, blood seeping through his fingers and a striking crimson stain appearing at the corner of his mouth.

In an instant, the entire room fell so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes turned to the bright red stain on his palm.

He... is really injured.

He was still recovering from a serious injury.

Yet this is the same person who just defeated two elites in succession, his methods ruthless and his aura like that of a king!

Li Yingge stood at a distance, her fingertips digging tightly into her palms, her teeth clenched, a hint of heartache and anxiety in her eyes: "His injuries... haven't healed yet..."

She looked at that aloof figure, her heart churning with turmoil.

The soldiers of the Divine Might Army were deeply shaken.

It turns out he wasn't arrogant because of his talent, but because he dared to take on an entire army despite knowing he was carrying old wounds!

This courage, this fighting spirit...

They were completely convinced!

But no one stepped down.

On the contrary, the atmosphere became more solemn.

"I'll do it."

"Next, I'll go!"

"Young Master Han Ye, you are injured, we will not use weapons!"

"Enough talk! Come on, kill!"

One after another, figures stepped out, their eyes no longer filled with provocation, but with a mixture of awe and fighting spirit.

They were no longer there to humiliate him, but to truly witness just how powerful this legendary young master really was!

But the result remained the same.

Whether fighting hand-to-hand or with weapons, even as Han Ye's breath weakened and the blood at the corner of his mouth was still wet, as long as he held his spear, the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear Technique would begin—

The sky was filled with gunshots, like phoenixes dancing in the heavens, so fast that their trajectories were invisible, and so ruthless that it left no room for breath!

One loses, two fall, three retreat...

Blood and dust mingled, but dignity was being rebuilt little by little.

They didn't believe him.

But now, they have to believe it—

This young man, whose face still showed signs of illness and whose lips were stained with blood, was truly...

He can subdue a thousand troops with a single shot!

The spear flashed like a dragon, its cold light exploding!

With a single sweeping shot, the front-line soldiers of the Divine Might Army were sent flying backward, their armor shattered, and dust billowing up.

"Bang!"

The second man had just charged forward with his knife when the cold spear tip touched his throat—his pupils contracted sharply, and before he could even lose consciousness, he was thrown back more than three zhang away!

"Next……"

"Bang!"

The third shot, fired diagonally upwards, produced a piercing, almost explosive sound as metal tore apart. The opponent's battle axe snapped in two, but the momentum remained undiminished. The spear's tail spun, directly knocking the opponent to his knees!

"Continue, next one..."

"Bang!"

The fourth, fifth, sixth... were all defeated and forced to retreat one after another; no one could get within three steps of him!

Han Ye stood in the center of the training ground, his spear planted on the ground, his robes fluttering in the wind, bloodstains still wet, yet his eyes were sharp as blades.

He was like a demon who had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, each strike carrying the ruthlessness and precision of someone who had survived a near-death experience.

One after another, the elite troops of the Divine Might Army took turns fighting, but all of them were defeated!

Before they knew it, hundreds of soldiers had fallen to his spear.

But at this moment when everyone was watching—

"Pfft!"

A burst of crimson blood suddenly spurted from the corner of Han Ye's lips, like plum blossoms blooming in the yellow sand!

For a moment, the world seemed to fall silent.

"Young Master Han Ye!"

Someone shouted first, and then the entire Divine Might Army cried out in unison, the sound making the camp flags flutter loudly!

The blood fell to the ground like desperate yet stubborn flowers, quickly drying on the parched earth.

Everyone's expression changed drastically.