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

Jia Yi squinted as he scanned the battlefield, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Niu Jizong and his gang are now only thinking about escaping, so they don't have the mind to keep an eye on him.

Just right—

It's time to reveal the hidden cards!

[Ding! Host has triggered a hidden reward: Summon a 10,000-strong Tang Dynasty Mo Dao (陌刀) squad!]

In an instant, the earth trembled!

Dark clouds loomed over the city, and the cold light shone like snow!

Ten thousand heavily armored assassins, each wielding a seven-foot-long broadsword, appeared out of nowhere, their blades cleaving the battlefield in two!

"Not good!!" Nurhaci's pupils shrank suddenly, and he gripped the sword at his waist tightly.

"Mangurtai! Take the Plain Blue Banner and tear open a breach! We must not let them cut off our army!"

"Yes, sir!"

Mangultai roared and led over ten thousand elite troops straight towards the Mo Dao formation, determined to break through this Great Wall of Steel!

But how could Jia Yi allow him to have his way?

"Follow me—break through the formation!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already mounted his horse. The black-armored cavalrymen emerged from the abyss like black dragons, with a thousand iron cavalrymen following closely behind, plunging straight into the enemy's heart!

Halfway up the mountain, Niu Jizong, caught his breath under the protection of his personal guards, looked up and saw—

"Look! Lord Jia has stormed in!"

A general nearby exclaimed in surprise, and everyone turned to look at the battlefield.

The isolated, heavily armored force actually managed to withstand the charge of the Plain Blue Banner!

"This...how is this possible?" Niu Jizong rubbed his eyes, his voice trembling.

Just a moment ago they were in complete disarray, how did the situation change so dramatically in the blink of an eye?

Wang Ziteng was filled with regret!

"Damn it!!" He slammed his hand on the rock, gritting his teeth.

If I hadn't run away, with my silver tongue, I could have easily gotten some credit and a share of the profits!

In that split second—

[Ding! The host has launched a charge against Mangultai, successfully triggering a bond battle achievement and gaining two thousand Mongol cavalry!]

"Hahaha! Heaven is on my side!"

Jia Yi laughed loudly, raised his hand, and gave the order—

Two thousand Mongol light cavalry appeared out of thin air, their hooves thundering, and before the rain of arrows even arrived, their killing intent was already overwhelming!

Three thousand iron cavalrymen converged into a torrent and once again rushed towards Zhenglan Banner!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"

From a hundred paces away, Mongol cavalry unleashed a volley of arrows!

The arrows pierced the air like venomous snakes, aiming specifically for the face and throat!

Soldiers in the front row of Zhenglan Banner fell one after another, their heads bursting open, their screams echoing incessantly!

"Where did these cavalrymen come from?!" Mangultai was terrified!

They couldn’t withstand the thousand Xuanjia Ghost Riders to begin with, and now two thousand Divine Soldiers have arrived!

What's the point of fighting this war?!

But the arrow is already on the bowstring, and there's no turning back!

He had no choice but to grit his teeth and charge forward, fighting to the death!

The next moment—close combat!

The motorcycles crashed into the crowd, like a meat grinder in action!

The Xuanjia cavalry was unstoppable, and the Mongol iron cavalry weaved in and out, causing chaos and defeat for the Plain Blue Banner!

Jia Yi, on the other hand, personally charged into the center of the enemy lines!

The crescent-shaped blade spun like the wind, its cold light flashing as it passed by—

Neck broken, torso severed in two!

Blood mist gushed forth, and severed limbs flew everywhere, like a crimson snowfall!

With only his sword, he carved a bloody path through an army of ten thousand, like the Grim Reaper on a patrol!

"My God... Is this even human?" someone murmured.

"A peerless divine general! A living god of war descended to earth!!"

In the distance, Niu Jizong swallowed hard, his throat bobbing.

Even if the two old men, Ning and Rong, joined forces back then, they probably wouldn't have this kind of power.

Jia Yi was reaping the lives of Later Jin soldiers one by one with his blade, leaving piles of corpses and rivers of blood at his feet. As he killed, he silently approached Nurhaci's location.

If we defeat this army, will my rank be promoted further? It's hard to say.

But if I were to personally behead Nurhaci—

He's going to be granted a marquisate, it's a done deal!

"Jia Yi, he's coming for your father!"

Mangultai's eyes sharpened, and he instantly saw through his scheme.

The next instant, the warhorse reared up, followed by its personal guards, and charged straight at Jia Yi.

"Jia Yi, take this!"

He spotted an opening and saw that Jia Yi's mind was completely focused on the distant tent. He immediately launched a surprise attack, his spear like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, aiming straight for Jia Yi's waist and ribs!

The spear tip touched the body, but it felt as if it had struck iron or bronze.

In an instant, before the smile had even faded from his lips, his hands went numb—

With a clang, the spear fell to the ground.

Mangultai stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

What's going on? I clearly hit him with my spear, but it feels like I stabbed into heavy iron armor!

"You old fool, you're asking for it!"

Jia Yi suddenly turned around and shouted angrily.

Protected by the Golden Bell Shield, he was impervious to blades and spears; that attack just now didn't even break through his defenses!

"Go to hell!"

He swung his battle blade in a backhand motion, its cold light tearing through the air as it slashed down with immense force—

"No!!!"

"master!!!"

The guards' pupils constricted as they watched helplessly as their master, horse and all, was cleaved from head to toe in the abdomen, a burst of blood erupting as he was severed in two!

A scream pierced the battlefield, startling Nurhaci into turning around abruptly.

"My son—!!!"

A heart-wrenching roar.

Before he could finish speaking, the old man rolled his eyes and fell straight off his horse.

"Sweat! Sweat!!"

"Father! Save Father!!"

The guards around him were in complete chaos, their cries and wails deafening.

In that chaotic moment, Jia Yi, who had been searching for Nurhaci, suddenly had a flash of inspiration—

it's him!

Once the target was locked, Jia Yi mounted his horse, spurred it on, and galloped off.

"Damn it! Retreat! Take Dahan with you!"

Dorgon's face turned deathly pale, and he was terrified.

He knew that if Nurhaci were to die suddenly at this moment, the Later Jin would surely fall into chaos!

Those covetous elder brothers have long been sharpening their knives, waiting to seize the throne. Once internal strife erupts, the Great Qian cavalry will seize the opportunity to invade.

The country was gone!

Even if we lose this battle, we absolutely cannot let him die here!

"Retreat! All troops retreat!!"

Several men carried the unconscious Nurhaci, mounted him on a horse, and fled for their lives.

Seeing this, the remaining Later Jin soldiers dared not continue fighting. They turned their horses around and fled in panic, like the receding tide leaving the battlefield.

But those remaining troops who had been cut off by the Tang Dynasty's Mo Dao troops and were now isolated and helpless were completely dumbfounded.

They were already struggling to breathe under the pressure of the Mo Dao formation, and were further decimated by the Loyal and Brave Camp. They could only hope for reinforcements from their compatriots...

The results of it?

They ran away? They all ran away!

"Jia Yi...won?"

Ignoring the profuse bleeding from the severed wound on his arm, Wang Ziteng staggered forward, staring intently at the center of the battlefield.

Looking at the fleeing Later Jin cavalry scattered across the mountains and plains, his mind was buzzing.

Is this a dream? The mighty Later Jin, the main force, just runs away like that? They don't even want their own people anymore?

"This time, Yi-ge'er... is likely to be granted a marquisate."

Niu Jizong grinned, his face glowing.

With Jia Yi's rise to power, the lives of the four kings and eight dukes became easier.

When Wang Ziteng heard the words "bestowing a title of nobility," his teeth ached and his heart ached.

And what about himself? He risked his life in battle, but gained no credit, lost an arm, and was covered in injuries, looking like a defeated dog.

"The big fish wants to escape? Not a chance!"

Jia Yi coldly swept his gaze over the fleeing enemy troops, his eyes sharp as knives.

He turned over, changed horses, cracked his whip, and alone, he pursued an army of 50,000!

Dust billowed, hooves thundered, and only a madman's figure remained between heaven and earth, charging wildly forward amidst the backs of tens of thousands of people.

"Tsk, after today, the nickname 'Lord Jia Mangzi' will probably spread throughout the Great Qian Dynasty."

Standing on the high ground, Wu Sheng stared at the incredible scene, his eyelids twitching wildly.

It's still the same old flavor, still so fierce, still so reckless.

"Quickly! Send men to chase after him! Bring Yi-ge'er back to me!!"