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

On Zhen'an Fort, Wu Sheng choked on his saliva, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

"Jia Yi...is he dead?"

He had just shaken his head and sighed when he was utterly shocked by what he saw.

"Holy shit!!!"

"Is this kid the reincarnation of Guan Yu?"

"It's been cut in half!!!"

On the fortress, all the soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty fell silent, their mouths agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

And what about Jia Yi?

He stood amidst the corpses, blood dripping from the tip of his blade, his gaze sharp as a knife, coldly sweeping over the five hundred dark-colored Later Jin cavalrymen in the distance.

"Damn it, this is nothing!"

He wasn't going to stop until he heard the system notification sound!

"Lord Chiju! Something terrible has happened!"

A bodyguard stumbled over, shouting, "Jia Mangzi... he's charged out again! Straight towards the enemy's main force!"

Wu Shenggang had just recovered from his shock when he heard these words and almost vomited blood.

"You son of a bitch!"

He watched Jia Yi's resolute retreating figure, his teeth itching with hatred. "Does this madman intend to wipe out the entire main force of the Later Jin before he's satisfied?"

On the other side, the cold smile on the face of the Later Jin general froze completely.

A soldier in white armor died? Or was he cleaved in two in public?

If this gets back, the banner lord will skin him alive! The White Armored Warriors are the elite of the elite; the death of even one of them will shake the entire Eight Banners!

"Kill him!"

The general roared like thunder, "At all costs!"

But before the words were finished—

[Ding! The host has single-handedly charged into the enemy lines, launching an indiscriminate assault on five hundred cavalry, triggering a hidden achievement and obtaining the 'Thirty-Six Styles of Guan Yu's Sword Technique'!]

"Hahaha! Well done!"

Jia Yi laughed loudly, his blood surging through his body.

Just now he was worried about how he could possibly outlast five hundred cavalrymen with his brute strength; wouldn't he be exhausted like a dog?

Now look what's happening! Lord Guan himself is delivering swordsmanship techniques to our doorstep!

He grabbed the eighty-pound steel spear. Though he had no crescent blade, his imposing presence swayed him! With a thought, he mastered all thirty-six sword techniques, each move deadly and each strike soul-crushing!

The next instant, he spurred his horse and charged into the enemy ranks—

"One 'cut' and a kid is gone!"

Gunfire flashed, like the Grim Reaper's scythe sweeping across a wheat field.

Each blow either shattered a skull or caused a chest to collapse.

The warhorse was struck and immediately knelt down, dying like a gourd crushed by a giant hammer.

Humans and horses alike turned to mincemeat before him.

Wu Sheng, standing atop the city wall, felt pain in his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.

"My God... these are all fine horses, each worth hundreds of taels of silver! And he just smashed them like that?"

But while he was cursing aloud, he couldn't help but roar inwardly:

—Awesome! Absolutely fucking awesome!

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Later Jin cavalrymen fell to the ground under Jia Yi's blade, their heads flying into the sky.

That battlefield outside, it's not a fight, it's a slaughterhouse.

Jia Yi stood with his knife in hand, slashing one after another with the swiftness of chopping melons and vegetables, limbs flying everywhere, blood splattering like a sudden spring rain.

The soldiers guarding Zhen'an Fort watched with burning eyes and clenched fists so tightly they cracked.

This isn't war; it's a military record handed to us on a silver platter!

"Lord Chiju, should we... perhaps—"

Before Li Baihu could finish speaking, Wu Sheng roared at the top of his lungs, "Brothers! Follow me and fight your way out!!"

At a command, the gates of Zhen'an Fort burst open.

The soldiers of the entire fortress surged out like a tide, their eyes gleaming and their feet moving with the speed of the wind.

If you're winning, why not go for kills? Are you just waiting to turn the tide when things are going badly?

But the next moment, the Later Jin general turned pale and his hands trembled.

"Is this even human?" He watched helplessly as his elite troops were slaughtered by Jia Yi like trash, and a chill ran down his spine.

"My lord! The Great Qian army has set out!"

The guard pointed to the billowing smoke in the distance, and Wu Sheng was leading more than a thousand men rushing towards them.

The Later Jin general was taken aback when he took the lead, and then he let out a sinister laugh.

"If I can't kill you, you monster, I can at least deal with these cowards!"

He snorted coldly and waved his hand, ordering, "Go! Kill all those damned bastards!"

More than a hundred riders roared out, their iron hooves flying, kicking up clouds of yellow sand.

The confidence they've built up over the years isn't fake—the Great Qian Border Army? They're nothing but a bunch of armored farmers!

Sure enough, the tide of battle turned instantly.

The Later Jin cavalry were like wolves among sheep, piercing throats with spears and severing heads with scimitars, leaving a trail of wailing cries wherever they went.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, half of the more than a thousand men that Wu Sheng had brought out had fallen, their corpses strewn across the field.

The Jin cavalry were almost completely unharmed.

Wow! Grandpa's still the best!

"Jia Mangzi, save me—!"

The surviving soldiers were terrified and fled to Jia Yi's side, crying and screaming.

Jia Yi's eye twitched, his eyes filled with disdain.

Why didn't you stay in your fortress and wait to pick up the scraps? Instead, you had to come out and deliver food to the enemy? Now you're scared?

But in that split second of distraction, several cold glints shot straight for his throat!

The gun flashed like a snake, stabbing fiercely towards his back!

"Ding-dong!!!"

Sparks flew everywhere! The spear tip struck Jia Yi's body, producing a metallic clang, like striking an iron bell!

The Later Jin cavalrymen were stunned on the spot, their pupils dilating in shock—was this guy's body made of iron?

But no one knew that at this moment, the surging energy within Jia Yi's body had already broken through the critical point, and the Golden Bell Shield had been perfectly perfected!

You can't cut him with a knife, you can't pierce him with a spear. With your strength, you're not even good enough to give him a back rub!

"court death!"

Jia Yi roared and unleashed a powerful backhand sweep!

The palm strike was like thunder, the force of which exploded, sending three or four cavalrymen flying. They crashed heavily to the ground, their bones shattered, their fate unknown.

His gaze was coldly fixed on the Later Jin general in the distance.

Armored in silver and riding a black horse, flanked by two attendants, he was clearly the leader.

To catch the thief, first catch the king!

"drive!"

Jia Yi leaped onto his horse, spurred it on, and galloped away like a black thunderbolt tearing through the battlefield, heading straight for the enemy general!

"Oh no! Stop him!"

The Later Jin general's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly ordered his personal guards to surround him.

A dense, layered array of cavalry blocked his path, allowing him to finally catch his breath and let out a cold laugh:

"Fool! You think you can capture the flag and defeat the enemy all by yourself? What folly! Utterly laughable!"

ridiculous?

The next moment, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Jia Yi was like a tiger among sheep; wherever his blade flashed, men and horses fell.

Those who block the way will all be crippled!

A bloody path led straight to him!

"Gurgle..."

The Later Jin general's throat bobbed, and cold sweat soaked through his inner armor.

My mind was buzzing, and my feet involuntarily took a step back.

"General! Run!!"

One of the guards screamed desperately, but before he could finish speaking, Jia Yi punched him so hard that his head was blown off!

This shout finally woke him up.

He turned around and tried to run for his life!

But just as the horse turned its head—

A sudden chill ran through my chest!

He looked down and saw a spear piercing through his chest, with drops of crimson blood dripping from the spear tip before exploding into a cloud of blood mist.

He turned around with difficulty. A hundred paces away, Jia Yi stood silently with his hands behind his back. The spear he had just thrown was still drawing a sharp arc in the air, its shaft still humming and vibrating, carrying the lingering killing intent.

"Depend on……"

His lips barely moved, his knees buckled, and he crashed off his horse.

With the commander-in-chief dead, the world fell silent.

The guards stood frozen, their eyes vacant.

It wasn't that they weren't afraid of death, but that they knew that if their commander died, their entire family would be reduced to slavery and never be able to rise again!

"Kill him! Avenge the general!!"

In despair, the guards, their eyes red, rushed toward Jia Yi, acting like madmen.

Unfortunately, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

In no time, it was all turned into minced meat.

The remaining Later Jin cavalry trembled all over. Looking at the man covered in blood, who looked like a demon descending to earth, their knees buckled and they all knelt down with a thud.

"We surrender! Don't kill us!!"

The sounds rose and fell, the cries and screams were deafening.

Wu Sheng stood amidst the pile of corpses, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

The Later Jin cavalry... surrendered?!

This is unbelievable! When did these beasts surrender?!

He stood frozen in place, the wind carrying the stench of blood, and he felt that from this day forward, there would be no more peace on the border.

Because a man named Jia Yi has already made a name for himself.

Since Nurhaci raised his banner and started his rebellion, the Daqian Dynasty has never had a moment's peace in Liaodong.

Defeat after defeat, cities fell faster than beans scattered. Forget capturing anyone alive; anyone who crawled back from the battlefield was considered incredibly lucky.

But right now—

Outside Zhen'an Fort, blood and mud flowed, and the setting sun rusted like rust. More than a hundred Later Jin cavalrymen knelt on the ground, their hands bound purple with hemp rope, their heads bowed like frost-bitten weeds. Their distinctive "pig tail braids" were covered in dust and bloodstains, shivering in the north wind.

Wu Sheng stood beside the pile of corpses, his eyes almost glued to the white-armored corpses.

"Jia Mangzi...this time he's really going to rise to prominence."

His throat bobbed, and a fire raged in his heart. Those were the White-Armored Soldiers! The elite personal guards of the Later Jin, each one worth ten ordinary cavalrymen. Killing one in battle would be enough to boast about for three years, not to mention that they had cut down more than three hundred, captured over a hundred alive, and even hung the enemy general's head on his saddle!

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he pinched himself hard.

Jia Yi? A young master from the Rongguo Mansion, a descendant of the Four Kings and Eight Dukes! Behind such a person is not a mountain, but the Kunlun Mountains!

If a mere commander like him dared to covet this monumental military achievement, he would likely be devoured without a trace, not even his bones remaining.

Right now, how many eyes are on the spot where he sits? If he makes the slightest mistake, he'll be torn to shreds.

"Tie them up tighter!" Wu Sheng shouted sharply, dispelling any distractions. "Not a single one can escape!"

The soldiers swarmed forward, the chains rattled, and the cries of the prisoners rose and fell.

He straightened his armor and strode towards the blood-soaked figure.

"Commander Jia, congratulations!" Wu Sheng beamed, his voice scalding hot. "Your victory has truly shaken the heavens! I'll personally host a banquet for you later; even the finest offerings wouldn't be excessive!"

Jia Yi stood at the edge of the mountain of corpses, his face splattered with dried blood, but his eyes were as cold as a frozen river.

He simply gave a faint "hmm," without even lifting his eyelids, and turned to walk into the fortress.

Muddy boots trod over broken bones, the silhouette silent as a knife.

Wu Sheng's smile froze for a moment, his lips twitching like a leaky, broken drum.

I'm still your boss... Can't you give me some face?

But he also knew that this Jia Mangzi was single-minded and only cared about credit, not personal relationships. Forget it, he couldn't afford to offend him.

"Commander Li," Wu Sheng suppressed his emotions and turned to his colleague beside him, whose eyes were red with rage, "you will personally escort the prisoners and corpses to Jin County."

"Take the heads of the white-armored soldiers, and all their braids, don't leave out a single one."

In Liaodong, falsely reporting military achievements is as common as eating and drinking. Unless you present irrefutable evidence to the governor, who would believe that a small border fortress could have won a battle that wiped out an entire army?

"Yes, Commander!" Commander Li replied readily, his eyes gleaming—he could at least make a little extra money from this errand.

As the group set off and disappeared into the distance, Wu Sheng gazed at the dark wilderness, and his heart sank.

"With Jia Mangzi leaving, it's likely that his main force has been transferred to Liaodong..."

He muttered to himself, his voice so soft it was as if he were afraid of disturbing something.

Without this killing god in charge, when the Later Jin army comes to take revenge next time, his tired and weak soldiers will be no match for him.

It won't last more than three days.

The cold wind blew across the fortress walls, its mournful sound like the wailing of ghosts.

He had to act quickly—first send the good news up, then spend money to pull strings, and ideally, transfer himself out of this hellhole before the higher-ups could react.

Being alive is more important than anything else.

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Jin County, Liaodong Governor's Office.

Zhao Lu sat at his desk in his study, a secret letter in his hand already worn and frayed from being turned over so many times.

He sighed deeply, his brow furrowing into a tight knot.

"My lord, has news come from the capital?" Sun Wenyuan, the clerk, brought in tea and asked softly upon seeing the situation.

"It's a private message from an old friend in the capital," Zhao Lu said in a hoarse voice. "The Emperor and the Emperor Emeritus are furious about the situation in Liaodong... If there are no achievements this year, they will replace one of the leaders in Liaodong."

He handed over the letter. Master Sun glanced at it only once, and his face immediately turned ashen.

Now, the Later Jin's power is like a raging fire, its iron cavalry sweeping across the nine border regions. The imperial army on the nine borders is trapped on the defensive line, afraid to make a move against the northern Xiongnu; the troops in the interior are even more like paper tigers, dying one by one as soon as they come.

Liaodong... was already a dead end.

"Sir, you should resign as soon as possible," Master Sun advised in a low voice. "As long as you're alive, you can always make a comeback. If you drag this out until the day you're held accountable, you might not even have a way out."

Zhao Lu closed his eyes and remained silent, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, each tap feeling like a blow to his own vital point.

In this deathly silence—

"Master! Master, this is a joyous occasion!!"