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

This old lady changed her mind so quickly! One minute she was wiping away tears and saying she felt sorry for Daiyu, and the next minute she was packing her up and sending her away?

The young girls, including Sanchun and Lin Daiyu, still believed in her deep kindness, but those two were as shrewd as foxes and immediately saw through her act—only a fool would believe there wasn't some kind of deal behind it!

Outside Shanhaiguan Pass, the cold wind cuts your face.

After a swift flight through the night, its wings frosty, the Rongguo Mansion's carrier pigeon finally stumbled and landed in Jia Yi's palm, its wings trembling.

He opened the letter, glanced at it, and let out a cold laugh.

"Take care of people? Take care of your grandpa!"

The hand ignited, and the letter instantly turned to ashes, scattering in the wind.

"Someone come here!"

He kicked the carrier pigeon to his personal guard, saying, "This thing has worked hard flying, so reward it—roast it and have it with your drinks."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the Tang Dynasty's Mo Dao team grinned as they took the pigeon, immediately setting up a charcoal fire that sizzled and oozed oil.

[Ding! The host has refused Grandmother Jia's request. Reward: 1,000 Xuanjia Cavalry!]

"ha?"

Jia Yi was stunned, almost thinking he had misheard.

Last time, they only got a hundred Tang Dynasty Mo Dao soldiers after rejecting my letter, but this time they're giving away a thousand Xuanjia cavalry?!

He stroked his chin, pondering: Could it be that this time, Grandmother Jia has made too much of a fuss, receiving a huge sum of money from the nobility, making it known throughout the city? If I don't step in, she will lose all face, and creditors will line up all the way to the gates of the capital?

Tsk, the system is really enjoying the show.

Just then, a deep, resonant war drum sounded from afar—

boom! boom! boom!

Three loud explosions ripped through the morning mist, and the earth trembled three times.

"They're here." Jia Yi grinned, his eyes suddenly brightening. "The fight is finally about to begin."

Thinking of the 100,000 Later Jin cavalry pressing in front of him, he was not afraid at all; on the contrary, he was filled with excitement.

For a tough battle of this magnitude, as long as you dare to fight, wouldn't the system shower you with rewards?

Just imagining those mighty warriors falling with a crash makes my mouth water.

"What a pity, I just ate the carrier pigeon." He shook his head and sighed, clapped his hands and turned to leave. "Otherwise, I could have replied with 'no deal'."

On the drill ground, banners fluttered in the wind.

Jia Yi stepped into the camp gate with a murderous aura, but his face suddenly darkened.

Before him stood a group of flamboyant young noblemen surrounding an old man with a beaming smile—Wang Ziteng.

"Yi-ge'er!" The man greeted him with a fawning smile, his voice sickeningly sweet. "When we set off later, you should stay by your uncle's side. Although your uncle isn't very capable, he can at least protect you."

The entire room fell silent.

Even the wind seemed to freeze for three seconds.

Who doesn't know that Wang Ziteng is usually aloof and arrogant, but now, in order to gain military merit, he has no shame and is shamelessly sticking up to pretend to be an elder?

Those noble young men who had originally come alongside him immediately took a half-step back as if avoiding a plague—how humiliating! How could the emperor's brother-in-law utter such sycophantic words?

Jia Yi remained expressionless and said calmly, "Then thank you."

I've already planned it out in my mind: once on the battlefield, I'll charge ahead and cover the retreat. When the time comes, I'll charge into battle, and you can follow if you want. Whether you come back alive... that's up to fate.

But how could these people understand?

Upon hearing that Jia Yi had not refused, their eyes lit up and they were overjoyed.

Originally, he only wanted to get a logistics job, but now that he has Jia Yi's group of killing gods' personal guards protecting him, plus the servants he brought with him, wouldn't he be able to steadily gain credit?

My dream of getting rich has been completely fulfilled!

Wu Sheng stood to the side, coldly watching this group of naive and innocent people, a smirk playing on his lips as he chuckled softly:

"Heh, going to the battlefield with Jia Mangzi? Don't wet your pants from the screams of battle later."

Before he could finish speaking, Niu Jizong's furious shout echoed across the training ground—

"The army is marching!!!"

The command was like thunder, and ten thousand soldiers moved in unison.

Banners fluttered, armored vehicles roared, and they marched in a mighty procession toward the perilous lands of Liaodong.

Niu Jizong rode his horse closer to Jia Yi, his eyes turning green as he looked at the orderly, menacing group.

"Yi-ge'er, this battle depends entirely on you."

He knew perfectly well that those pampered soldiers in the Beijing garrison were so weak they could step on the heels of the men in front of them as they walked. Expecting them to fight? Dream on!

"Uncle, rest assured." Jia Yi chuckled, his gaze sharp as a knife. "With me here, if the Later Jin don't come, fine. But if they do... none of them will be able to leave."

Niu Jizong stared at the army marching like a dragon, his throat bobbing.

This doesn't look like an army.

This is a legion of Yama's army that crawled out of hell!

Liaodong, Jin County.

The setting sun was like blood, and the city walls were mottled.

Xiong Ke, clad in armor and wielding a sword, stood atop the watchtower and roared hoarsely, "Brothers! Hold on!! The imperial army is on its way. Hold on—that's your only chance of survival!!"

Beneath the city walls, a massive, dark mass of Later Jin cavalry surged forth like a tidal wave, their hooves pounding the earth, as if the mountains and rivers were about to crack.

He gazed at the endless expanse of enemy figures, a flicker of despair in his eyes.

But he still gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, refusing to back down an inch.

Because I know—

Reinforcements have arrived.

The leader of the army is a ruthless character who is even more insane than the enemy.

"Damn Jia Yi! How did that old dog manage to defeat 100,000 Later Jin cavalry with only 10,000 soldiers?"

Xiong Ke cursed inwardly, his mouth filled with bitterness.

Outside the city, Nurhaci frowned deeply. An army of 100,000 had besieged Jin County for three whole days, yet the Great Qian garrison inside hadn't collapsed!

Normally, in this situation, the Ming army would have already opened the city gates, knelt down, and begged for mercy. But now—

Arrows rained down relentlessly, stones rolled like thunder, corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowed like rivers on and off the city walls, yet the defenders fought to the death and refused to retreat!

Xiong Ke didn't not want to surrender; he simply didn't dare to.

Jia Yi kidnapped the whole family, and the hostages are in someone else's hands. If he dares to surrender the city, there won't even be anyone left to collect their bodies!

"General... there are only a little over ten thousand brothers left in the city..." The lieutenant's voice was hoarse, his eyes sunken, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces turned deathly pale.

Outside the city, the Eight Banners army pressed in like dark clouds, with cavalry in formation and infantry like a tide. The glint of their swords reflected in the setting sun, as if the entire world was crushing them.

Dead!

"That bastard Jia Yi!" Xiong Ke spat on the ground, gritting his teeth.

If that guy hadn't kidnapped his family beforehand, he would have opened the city gates to meet the enemy long ago, instead of waiting to die here.

"General...how about...we..." A lieutenant hesitated before speaking, his eyes saying everything before he could finish.

drop!

Survival is the most important thing!

But Xiong Ke sneered, his eyes filled with sorrow: "Too late."

"We've killed over eight thousand of their men; the blood debt is immeasurable. Even if you kneel and surrender now, will they believe you? The moment they open the door, what awaits you isn't a surrender order, but a butcher's knife!"

After he finished speaking, he sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest.

It's not about surviving, it's about waiting to die so you can take a few more down with you!

Outside the city, Nurhaci felt a chill run down his spine.

"My lord, we have lost more than 8,000 warriors..." the guard reported in a low voice, his voice trembling.

All the generals in the tent were heartbroken and their eyes were bloodshot.

I hate it! I hate those corrupt officials in the city who dare to resist so stubbornly!

"It'll be soon." Nurhaci slowly rose, his eyes icy. "This tortoise shell won't last much longer."

"After the city falls—" He paused, then spoke each word as if carved with a knife, "Don't sheath your sword! Kill everyone you see, rob everything you find, leave no one alive!"

The soldiers grinned, their eyes blazing with greed.

Jin County is located in the heart of Liaodong, a place teeming with wealthy families, where gold and silver are piled high, and the women are known for their delicate and beautiful skin...

The day the city falls will be the day of revelry!