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

"Ten? That's too stingy!" someone nearby laughed and chimed in, "I'll cut down twenty! I'll show you what a true warrior is!"

The Later Jin army stood at a distance, a contemptuous sneer playing on their lips.

A mile away, the wind whipped up yellow sand, but they could see right through the Daqian army opposite them—those men could barely stand, their armor askew, their eyes darting around; they were clearly a bunch of greenhorns who had never smelled blood before.

"Wu Sheng, the Mo Dao team is now in your hands."

Jia Yi's voice was deep, yet it was as crisp and decisive as a hammer striking a rock.

He reached out and patted Wu Sheng's shoulder armor, making the man straighten his back with a clang.

The next instant, he leaped onto his horse, the black steed's hooves kicking up waves of dust. He gripped his spear horizontally, his black armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight, like a demon rising from hell.

He spurred his horse and galloped straight toward the group of cowardly young men of Xun Gui standing in front of the battle lines.

Prince Teng stood there with his personal guards, his face pale. The black-armored cavalry stood silently behind him, like a moving steel wall.

No one gave the order.

But just as everyone was waiting for Niu Jizong's command—

"kill!"

With a roar, Jia Yi's warhorse shot through the air like an arrow, charging into the enemy ranks!

"Tap tap tap tap—!!!"

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves made the earth tremble.

The black-armored cavalry behind him sharpened their eyes and spurred their horses to follow without hesitation. A torrent of iron surged forth, and dark clouds pressed down on the city!

Wang Ziteng's pupils constricted sharply: "Holy crap? Is this guy insane?!"

Want to rein in your horse and turn back? Too late!

Behind them surged a formidable horde of armored cavalry, their imposing aura overwhelming the horses, who were too frightened to stop. They had no choice but to press onward.

"Brothers, let's go!!"

Upon seeing this, Wu Sheng's blood boiled with rage. He roared and drew his sword, charging forward.

The Tang Dynasty's Mo Dao (陌刀) troops advanced slowly, their steps heavy, each step seeming to make the ground groan. Their blades pointed diagonally to the sky, their cold light chilling, their killing intent as sharp as frost.

"No way...is Jia Yi going to get himself killed?"

Niu Jizong was dumbfounded; his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

This isn't war! This is a suicide attack!

The generals were all pale and disheartened.

[Ding! The host has launched a frontal charge against the 90,000-strong Later Jin army, triggering a reversal of fate reward: obtaining a 10,000-strong Tang Dynasty Mo Dao (陌刀) squad!]

As soon as the system notification sounded, Jia Yi's lips curled up slightly, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes:

This is a winning streak.

"Master! That man in black armor is Jia Yi!"

A soldier from the Plain Red Banner suddenly pointed ahead and roared. He had seen this man before—in that battle, amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he still haunted his nightmares.

"White-armored soldiers, step forward!" Nurhaci's eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth. "Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"

At the command, over a thousand elite soldiers in white armor marched out in unison. They were the sharpest blade of the Later Jin, invincible in a hundred battles, unstoppable in their path. Their killing intent condensed into mist, freezing even the air itself.

"kill--!!!"

More than a thousand people surged forward like a tidal wave, their momentum overwhelming!

Niu Jizong's legs trembled: "My goodness... Yi-ge, you've been so foolish!!"

Lord, military governor, and a bunch of noble young masters are all here. Are you going to wipe them all out?

He was filled with deep regret—if he had known that Jia She's son was a madman, he shouldn't have kept him within sight of him!

At this moment, Wang Ziteng was already terrified.

"Am I fucking insane?!" he wailed as he galloped away on horseback. "Why did I have to follow this lunatic and steal his military credit?! Wasn't that just asking for death?!"

You can criticize them all you want, but you can't escape it.

Ahead, Jia Yi had already collided violently with the white-armored soldiers!

Everyone thought he would be torn to pieces instantly.

however--

"boom!!!"

He was like a giant spear piercing the heavens and the earth, forcefully carving a bloody gash through the impenetrable wall of white-armored soldiers!

The crescent-shaped blade swung like a wheel, each strike bringing with it severed limbs and mangled flesh. Blood gushed forth, tracing crimson arcs through the air.

"Pfft—!!!"

The sounds of bones breaking and screams mingled together.

Immediately afterwards, the armored cavalry followed closely behind, their iron hooves trampling and their spears thrusting, tearing the gaping wound wider and wider!

In just a few breaths, the White-Armored Soldiers who struck fear into the hearts of Liaodong were reduced to less than one in ten!

Corpses lay strewn across the fields, blood staining the wasteland.

"Impossible!!" Nurhaci roared to the sky, his eyes wide with fury. "My elite white-armored soldiers... how could they... crumble in a single blow!!"

Before he could even react—

Jia Yi has broken through the enemy formation and is leading his Xuanjia cavalry straight towards the central army banner!

The surviving white-armored soldiers had barely caught their breath when they were met by Wu Sheng's Tang Dynasty Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) team.

The long-handled sword was raised high, its cold light piercing the sun!

"Snap—!"

The sound of a head hitting the ground was so crisp it sent chills down your spine.

Where the blade flashed, it was like cutting straw; no one could stop it.

"Kill them!!"

I don't know who was the first to shout it out.

The timid recruits, witnessing this scene, were suddenly filled with righteous indignation:

"The Later Jin army? They're nothing special! Weren't those white-armored soldiers just hacked to pieces like winter melons rolling on the ground?"

Fear dissipated, replaced by fanaticism.

Before Niu Jizong could give the order, the soldiers of the Beijing garrison charged out with shouts, as if they were not going to fight to the death, but to collect military merits!

The Later Jin army was dumbfounded.

We're the ones who came here to slaughter them, so why are we being treated like lambs to the slaughter?

"Woo-woo-woo—!!!" The horn blared mournfully.

Nurhaci roared, "Attack! All of you, push forward!!"

The supervisory team drew their swords, their eyes like wolves' eyes; anyone who retreated would be slain!

The Later Jin soldiers gritted their teeth and charged out, each step feeling like a fall into an abyss.

But when they actually clashed with the iron torrent led by Jia Yi—

Only then did I realize that this was not a war.

This is a massacre.

The Xuanjia cavalry swept through the enemy lines with unstoppable force, like wolves among sheep, slaughtering the enemy soldiers and causing them to fall and their horses to scatter!

One man can fight a thousand; no one can stop him!

Jia Yi stood in the center of the battlefield, his black armor stained with blood, his long spear pointing diagonally, like a war god descending to earth.

Dorgon stared at Jia Yi, who resembled a demon descended to earth, and his heart trembled: "If my second brother dies by this man's blade, it will be a worthy death!"

At that very moment, the Beijing garrison and the Later Jin cavalry clashed violently!

Those seasoned soldiers from the capital had originally dreamed of beheading a few people, going back to collect a reward, getting married, and returning home in glory.

But the blade just touched—

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered, and the body was severed from its head!

One look, and he was killed on the spot!

"Um?"

Both sides' soldiers were stunned.

I thought you were pretty capable?

I thought you had a huge army behind you!

The result... a paper tiger?

"kill!!"

"These big, weaklings are just putting on airs!"

The Later Jin soldiers were instantly in an uproar, their morale soaring!

I thought I'd kicked a steel plate, but it turned out to be a piece of rotten wood, which I kicked and smashed!

The 90,000-strong Beijing garrison collapsed in a single encounter!

This level is too high, we can't win!

He turned and ran, abandoning his armor, wishing he had more legs!

Niu Jizong's face turned deathly pale, and his heart sank – it was all over!

But Jia Yi didn't even blink.

He had expected this to happen.

Fortunately, the loyal and brave camp that I built up with my own hands did not fail and managed to save face.

Seeing that the situation was not good, they immediately moved towards the Mo Dao team. With the Tang heavy armor behind them, they stabilized their position and actually fought back and forth with the Later Jin!

"The time has come."