Dream of the Red Chamber: After being exiled, I went on a killing spree in Liaodong.

In the eighth year of the Yuankang era of the Qianlong reign, a bitterly cold winter arrived.

On the Liaodong plain, the wind swept away the remaining snow, and Zhen'an Fort stood like an iron beast lying dormant on the frozen land of the border, silent and desolate.

"Commander Jia! Wake up!!"

A roar shattered the deathly silence of the early morning.

Immediately afterwards, several border soldiers surrounded him, their faces filled with anxiety and fear—not fear of the enemy, but a desperate gamble, placing all their last hope on a "fool".

The person on the ground was lying on their back, snoring loudly, their chest heaving as if the ground itself was shaking.

He suddenly opened his eyes!

A pair of eyes, like copper bells, suddenly opened, revealing several dark, sweaty faces in front of them.

"Who?!" he hissed, his voice rough like a whetstone scraping against armor.

"The Later Jin cavalry are here! Three hundred riders, already three miles outside the fortress!"

"Commander Wu said that now we can only rely on you!"

Before the words were finished, a figure tumbled and scrambled down from the watchtower; it was none other than Wu Sheng, the highest commander of Zhen'an Fort.

His helmet was askew, his cloak was torn in half, and he muttered, "Heaven is going to destroy Zhen'an... unless Jia Mangzi can truly defy fate!"

The boy lying on the ground slowly sat up, his muscles tightening like iron chains, his bones cracking.

His name is Jia Yi.

In his past life, he was a modern-day office worker; in this life, his soul transmigrates into the Dream of the Red Chamber, becoming the famously "empty-headed" third young master of the Rongguo Mansion.

"I'm really tough in this life," he muttered to himself, a cold smile creeping onto his lips.

Memories flood back like a tide—

He was the third son of Jia She, born out of wedlock. He was handsome in his youth and was given the name "Yi" by his father, which means beautiful jade.

However, as he grew up, he became simple-minded and slow to react, and was secretly called "Jia Mangzi" by others.

Grandmother Jia was furious, and Lady Wang hated him to the core, all because when Jia Baoyu was seven years old, he fell into a lake and fell ill, and a group of servants actually pinned the blame on him.

An idiot is best off shifting the blame.

He was beaten with fifty strokes of the cane until his skin was torn and bleeding, and was finally kicked out of the capital and exiled to Liaodong as a soldier.

The fifteen-year-old boy thus became cannon fodder on the frontier.

But no one knew that inside this seemingly dull body lay an extraordinary physique—the strength to lift a tripod and the power to swallow mountains and rivers!

Heavy weapons are like straw in his hands; he can tear off a vest with his bare hands without even breaking a sweat.

After three years of bloody battles and countless enemy kills, his name should have been engraved on the military merit list long ago.

But he couldn't get promoted.

Why?

Because he can eat so much!

One meal was enough for ten people. When the granary was empty, they would set their sights on their colleagues' rations, fighting ruthlessly and beating people was not considered harsh. Once, they even beat a squad leader so badly that he vomited blood.

He was nicknamed "Hungry Tiger Centurion" in the army.

No matter how great one's achievements, they can't withstand one's own self-destructive actions.

"Commander Jia! Are you even going to sleep or not?!" Wu Sheng practically lunged at him, grabbing his neck and yelling, "The fighting's right under our noses! The warhorses are ready! The Green Dragon Crescent Blade is polished! Full armor! We're just waiting for you to charge out and chop people down!"

The cold wind blew open the tents, dust billowed in the distance, hooves thundered, and a dark mass of Later Jin cavalry was arrayed in the field, their scimitars gleaming in the snow, their murderous aura soaring to the sky.

Jia Yi slowly stood up.

He was nine feet tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back, his muscles bulging like the gnarled roots of an ancient pine tree.

He reached out and took the armor handed to him by his personal guard, snapped it on with a click, and looked like a fierce god descending to earth.

"You mean... the enemy is here?" he asked in a low voice, his tone eerily calm.

"They're here." Wu Sheng nodded, trembling. "Three hundred cavalry, the vanguard has already approached the fortified moat."

Jia Yi smiled.

His mouth stretched wide, revealing a set of white teeth, like a wolf.

"Then let them... taste my 'fool's' knife and see if they're so easy to bully."

"After this battle, I'll provide you with three full meals a day!"

As soon as Wu Sheng finished speaking, Jia Yi's eyes changed—his previously dazed eyes seemed to be ignited by a raging fire, burning one's spine.

But with enemy cavalry pressing in, he had no time to think things through.

"this……"

Jia Yi squinted and looked outside the fortress.

A dark mass of at least five hundred Later Jin cavalrymen, their iron hooves pounding the ground, billowing dust like a raging wave crashing against the city.

What Wu Sheng meant by these words was... that he wanted him to fight alone?

Charging into battle alone? He'd probably be chopped into mincemeat in the blink of an eye, so disgusting even dogs wouldn't want to eat him!

Just as his heart was pounding—

[The Ultimate Reckless Warrior System has been successfully bound!]

[The new player gift pack has been automatically activated!]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained the Golden Bell Shield (Lv.1)!]

boom!!

A thunderbolt struck Jia Yi's mind, his eyes suddenly brightened like molten lava, and he seemed to awaken from a slumbering beast.

system?!

I've finally waited for you!!

My consciousness sank into the panel, and the golden interface felt even more dear than my own mother.

Can you win big if you dare to be reckless?

Then wouldn't Jia Mangzi be born to be the protagonist?

Kill one today to gain experience, kill a bunch tomorrow to reach max level, and the day after tomorrow you'll ascend to immortality and shatter mountains and rivers!

Who knows, you might even get the title of "Ancestor of the Human World" and be worshipped by people!

The thought arose, and he abruptly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes locking onto the cavalry outside the city—

Ha, these Later Jin scum are walking experience packs!

Just do it!

The soldiers around him hurriedly helped him put on his armor and fasten his belt. Without saying a word, Jia Yi mounted his horse, picked up the eighty-pound cold iron spear, and the spear tip whistled through the air, its killing intent soaring to the sky!

"drive--!!!"

With a roar, like a tiger released from its cage, he charged straight at the city gate!

The two hundred soldiers who were supposed to be covering him panicked when they saw his crazed appearance. Some grabbed their helmets, others searched for their weapons, wishing they had more legs.

"Lord Commander," Li, the centurion, hunched forward, "have you noticed? Jia Mangzi's eyes are acting strange today..."

"Hmm." Wu Sheng frowned and nodded. "That's not quite right."

"He used to be so naive, but now... he seems to have a crazy streak?"

He recalled that gaze from just now, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey, which made his anus tighten.

Could it be... that Jia Yi has feelings for me?

Outside the city, five hundred Later Jin cavalrymen were reining in their horses and observing the scene.

Although Zhen'an Fort is small, its walls are high and its bricks are sturdy. A direct assault would not succeed and would result in heavy casualties.

The leading general was just about to turn around and find a weakling to gnaw on when suddenly the fortress gates burst open—

A lone figure, riding alone and wielding a spear, galloped out!

"Ha, have the Great Qian people come here to their deaths?"

The general sneered and waved his hand, signaling, "Yala, go and bring that man's head back."

The one who stepped forward in response was a soldier in white armor—Bayala!

The Later Jin army was a true killing machine; even one in a hundred is not enough to describe its elite status.

At the age of fifteen, they enter the camp for assessment, starting with infantry armor and taking pride in horse armor; only after beheading more than a hundred people can they wear red armor; then, those who are exceptionally skilled in riding and archery are selected and given the name "Eight-Ya-La"!

This person has three layers of armor: an inner layer of chainmail to prevent punctures, a middle layer of thick cotton armor to cushion blunt impacts, and an outer layer of fine iron armor to resist slashing.

It's impervious to swords and arrows; it's a veritable mobile fortress!

The reason why Bayara was able to accompany the troops in this battle was because the general leading the troops was the brother-in-law of a certain general of the Later Jin Dynasty, and he was specially invited to support the troops.

"Tsk."

The eight-toothed man frowned, his face full of disdain.

Is it really necessary for him to take action against these border rabble? It's an insult to his status.

But out of respect for his superior, he had no choice but to pick up his spear, spur his horse, and slowly approach.

"Commander, sir!!" a sharp-eyed soldier suddenly cried out in a trembling voice, "There's a soldier in white armor in the enemy ranks!!"

"What?!"

When everyone peeked out, their hearts sank.

As expected, that cold, silver figure stood like the Grim Reaper at the front lines.

In an instant, the soldiers who had been shouting to go out of the city to help took three steps back in unison, not daring to even breathe loudly.

In recent years, there has been constant warfare in Liaodong. Everyone knows the saying—

Give way to those in red armor, and kneel before those in white armor!

With eight teeth unleashed, no one can stop it!

"How about... we call Jia Mangzi back?" Li Baihu's voice trembled.

"You go and call them?" Wu Sheng glanced at him sideways.

Li Baihu shook his head like a rattle-drum, his face turning green.

"Sigh..." Wu Sheng looked up at the sky and sighed, his voice low and hoarse, "This is fate."

Who would have thought that a soldier in white armor was hiding on the other side!

Wu Sheng's heart tightened, and the image of Jia Mangzi being cleaved in two by a single blow flashed through his mind.

"Holy crap, is this what the system calls 'recklessness value'?"

A flash of golden light appeared before their eyes, and a scarlet progress bar suddenly popped up on the system interface, hissing and smoking like a red-hot iron bar.

Jia Yi felt a surge of heat burst forth in his chest—all distracting thoughts vanished, and all he could see was the Later Jin cavalry charging towards him.

The killing intent surged like a tide, and the reckless energy soared wildly! That rampaging momentum almost tore the air apart.

Even more outrageous is that the Golden Bell Shield, which was previously awarded by the system, is also being upgraded simultaneously!

The protective aura was layered upon layered, resembling a copper skin and iron bones cast by molten iron.

With his survival now assured, Jia Yi had only one word left in his mind: Do it!

"ah--!"

He slapped the horse's rump hard, and the beast neighed in pain, its four hooves off the ground, and it shot off like a cannonball!

"Have these Daqian soldiers gone mad?"

"Dare to bump into my white armor?"

The white-armored soldier's pupils contracted, and his hand paused for a beat.

Since he donned his armor and went into battle, no soldier of the Great Qian Dynasty has ever dared to charge head-on.

Everyone avoids him when they see him, they're so scared they almost wet their pants.

But this person in front of me not only didn't run away, but charged even more fiercely!

"Fine, since you want to die, I'll give you a quick death!"

The white-armored soldier sneered, raising his spear horizontally, its cold gleam aimed directly at Jia Yi's throat.

In his view, once the spear was thrust out, the opponent would surely die.

But Jia Yi grinned, his eyes flashing with a fierce light: "Well done!"

The spear in his left hand pierced the air like lightning, aiming straight for the face of the white-armored soldier!

His right hand had already quietly rested on the hilt of the knife, a murderous intent lurking beneath the surface.

"Trying to show off your skills in front of Guan Yu?"

The white-armored soldier narrowed his eyes slightly, shifted his body to the side, and easily dodged the spear.

As for that unsheathed saber? Ha, it's nothing but an ant.

Just as he thrust his spear in a counter-attack—

puff!

The spear tip slammed heavily into Jia Yi's chest, but instead of blood and flesh flying everywhere, it produced a piercing metallic sound!

"clang!!!"

Sparks flew everywhere, as if struck on an anvil!

The white-armored soldier froze: Is this even human?

My spear could pierce through three layers of leather armor, but it didn't even break his skin.

In that split second—

"Whoosh!"

The blade flashed suddenly, like a thunderbolt from the heavens!

Jia Yi drew his sword!

No fancy tricks, just fast, accurate, and ruthless!

With a single slash, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, it struck fiercely at the neck of the white-armored soldier!

"Holy crap..."

The white-armored soldier's pupils constricted sharply. He tried to block the attack as he faced death, but it was too late.

"Snap!"

Both men and horses were torn apart!

The blade sliced ​​through the soldier's shoulder and hip, cleaving him and his horse in two!

Blood gushed forth, and entrails spilled to the ground; the scene was so gruesome it was as if the gates of hell had been opened a crack.