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

Everyone was dumbfounded.

You've already run all the way to my doorstep and you're still chasing me? Are you trying to kill yourself?

"This Jia Yi isn't human! He's a mad dog!" someone said, their teeth chattering and their words incoherent.

At this moment, the remnants of the Later Jin army, who had just caught their breath and were busy regrouping, suddenly saw a black torrent rushing towards them, and their camp was thrown into chaos!

Helmet gone! Armor thrown away! Knife lost! Even a shoe was lost in the run!

They scattered and fled like a swarm of locusts encountering fire, completely collapsing!

"Found it!" Jia Yi's eyes were like an eagle's, locking onto the golden wolf banner that symbolized power from miles away.

"Target—Nurhaci!"

He rode ahead, and two thousand Xuanjia cavalrymen descended like divine soldiers, crushing the earth and rushing straight at the enemy chieftain!

"What happened?" Nurhaci stared at his army, which had been stabilized, crumbling once again, his face filled with rage and bewilderment.

One second they're fine, the next they're running around like they've seen a ghost?

"Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!" A soldier stumbled and scrambled in, his voice trembling. "Jia Yi... that scoundrel is back! He's leading a bunch of black-armored demons!"

"What?" Nurhaci's pupils shrank suddenly.

Before he could even react, Dorgon scrambled to his feet, knelt down, and clung to his legs, wailing loudly.

"Father! Dorgon... Dorgon was killed by Jia Yi! We must avenge him!!"

That cry of "Father" was heart-wrenching, yet it made Nurhaci's heart bleed.

Daišan is dead, Mangultai is dead, and now even Duoze... is gone.

All three sons were killed by one man!

Did Jia Yi wipe out my whole family in his past life?

The once-powerful warlord, now weeping, pointed a trembling finger into the distance: "Retreat...retreat immediately!"

revenge?

How can you talk about revenge!

If we don't leave now, we'll lose our lives here today!

"Yes!" The generals felt as if they had been granted a pardon and immediately tried to run away.

But just then—

The sound of horses' hooves suddenly arose, like thunder rolling across the ground.

"Thump thump thump—!"

As dust billowed, everyone's expressions changed drastically. A blood-red figure broke through the wind—it was Jia Yi, covered in blood, galloping at full speed on horseback, his armor tattered, his blade dripping blood, like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Quickly! Protect the Khan and retreat!" someone roared.

But it was all too late.

"call out--!!!"

A whooshing sound ripped through the sky, and a streak of cold light flashed down like lightning—

Jia Yi's crescent blade flew out of his hand, transforming into a scythe of death, piercing straight into Nurhaci's chest!

In an instant, bones broke and tendons snapped, and blood splattered everywhere!

Nurhaci's pupils shrank sharply, and his body was blasted backward more than ten meters by the enormous force, crashing heavily into the mud and stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Damn it!!!"

"Father—!!!"

Cries of agony filled the air, and the world lost its color.

The corpse before me, with its chest pierced and eyes wide open, showed no signs of life. Nurhaci was dead.

A chill ran through everyone. The way they looked at Jia Yi was no longer just fear, but a trembling terror as if they were facing a demon.

No one could have imagined that this once unknown young man would become an eternal nightmare in the hearts of the Later Jin people.

From this day forward, the mere mention of the name "Jia Yi" will silence the cries of children on the grasslands and deter cavalrymen from venturing out at night!

"Go!!!" Dorgon was the first to come to his senses. His voice trembled as he turned around, mounted his horse, and fled for his life, surrounded by his personal guards.

The remaining Later Jin nobles also abandoned the war and fled in panic, like stray dogs.

The battlefield fell silent.

Jia Yi slowly dismounted and walked step by step toward the corpse that had once made the entire Liaodong region tremble. He looked down at Nurhaci's face, frozen in horror, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Killed the patriarch of the Later Jin? This was worth it!

Just then, billowing smoke rose in the distance as Niu Jizong led his iron cavalry in a whirlwind approach.

Seeing Jia Yi standing unharmed atop the mountain of corpses, Niu Jizong felt a huge weight lifted from his heart.

When he heard from his personal guards that Jia Yigu was surrounded by three thousand cavalry, he almost vomited blood on the spot. All the way, he was thinking about how to retrieve the body.

As a result, the land was littered with the remains and limbs of Later Jin cavalrymen, rivers of blood flowed, and the scene was as tragic as hell.

"Yi-ge'er! Are you alright?" Niu Jizong dismounted and grabbed Jia Yi, looking him over from all angles, as if afraid he might be missing a piece of flesh.

Jia Yi almost rolled his eyes: "Uncle, I'm really not hurt."

"You little rascal, don't do it again next time..." Niu Jizong stopped mid-sentence.

His gaze froze, then followed Jia Yi's feet—

The corpse, clad in golden scale armor and with a crescent blade protruding from its chest, was none other than…

"This...this is Nurhaci?" Niu Jizong's voice changed.

The Daqian cavalry behind them turned their heads in unison, their breaths freezing instantly.

"That's right." Jia Yi nodded, his tone as calm as if he were talking about how many bowls of rice he had eaten that day.

"Gurgle..."

A chorus of swallowing sounds rose from all around.

That tyrant who stirred up Liaodong for more than ten years and made the Daqian border army tremble with fear was sent away by this young man with a single blow.

Niu Jizong stared blankly at Jia Yi, suddenly feeling that this silly boy was not human, but a child of destiny sent from heaven!

Defying fate and changing destiny are not enough to describe this battle!

To be ennobled and appointed prime minister? No, this is the path to becoming a first-class duke!

Just then, Wang Ziteng came running over, beaming, "Yi-ge'er! Uncle's here! You scared me to death!"

Niu Jizong glanced at him and rolled his eyes.

I asked him to come with me to rescue people, but he kept making excuses, saying he needed to check the battlefield. Now that the enemy has run away, he's running away faster than anyone else.

"Yi-ge'er, you've done a tremendous service this time!" Prince Teng exclaimed excitedly. "Do you know? You killed two of Nurhaci's sons—Mangultai and Doze! That's a double victory!"

His eyes lit up, and he had already made up his mind: Jia Yi will surely rise to prominence in the future, and the Wang family's daughter must marry into the family!

"Yi-ge, well done!" Niu Jizong patted Jia Yi on the shoulder, his eyes full of approval.

Wang Ziteng was puzzled: Why is no one reacting? Aren't they shocked?

"General!" he raised his voice, "Yi-ge'er killed two of Nurhaci's sons! Did you hear that?"

At this moment, one of Niu Jizong's personal guards couldn't stand it any longer. He sneered and pointed into the distance: "Lord Wang, why don't you take a look over there first?"

Wang Ziteng looked puzzled and peeked over—

next second.

"Splat!"

His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, his face deathly pale.

"Gurgle..."

His throat bobbed, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Nurhaci... Nurhaci!!!"

He pointed tremblingly at the corpse, his voice shaking uncontrollably.

The wind swept across the battlefield, leaving only deathly silence.

My heart was in turmoil, as if a thunderbolt had struck my chest.

The generals watched coldly, their gazes sharp as knives, intently piercing Wang Ziteng.

Jia Yi finally understood—why the dignified military governor of the capital garrison couldn't mobilize a single soldier.

Who would obey such a person? Not even a dog would wag its tail.

"Clean up the battlefield!"

Niu Jizong gave the order swiftly and decisively.

Immediately afterward, the news of victory was dispatched by swift horsemen, traveling 800 li in an urgent manner, heading straight for the capital city, their hooves kicking up clouds of yellow sand.

Above Shanhaiguan Pass, the wind swirls up the remaining clouds.

Sun Hai stood on the city tower, his gaze fixed on the direction of Liaodong. Since the army set out, he had been unable to sleep at night, fearing that the Later Jin cavalry would suddenly arrive and break through the pass.

Just then—

A rider galloped in, raising a cloud of dust, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Great victory in Liaodong! Open the city gates immediately!!"