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

Jia Yi.

That young marquis, who was not yet twenty, was already famous throughout the land.

Lin Daiyu's eyes narrowed slightly, her smile both sly and mischievous, and she lightly touched her lips with her fingertips.

"No way! This credit is definitely mine!"

Xichun puffed out her cheeks, her little face as taut as a ripe cherry, and retorted defiantly, "I grabbed it first! Why should I give it to you!"

"Hahaha--!"

Suddenly, Grandmother Jia burst into loud laughter, causing all the luxurious jewelry in the room to tremble slightly. This usually dignified and authoritative old lady now had fine lines around her eyes from laughing, and her brows were radiant with joy.

It's no wonder when you think about it—Yi-ge'er fought such a spectacular battle!

Three hundred thousand Later Jin cavalry pressed in like dark clouds, yet he led a lone army of one hundred thousand to turn the tide, slaying generals, capturing flags, and routing the enemy army!

A third-class duke? That's a done deal!

He might just be granted the title of Second-Class Duke once the imperial edict is issued!

Deep within the Qin mansion, Qin Keqing knelt before the Buddha, burning incense and praying. Her fingertips trembled slightly, and the swirling smoke reflected her beautiful yet pale face.

These days, she hardly sleeps at night, just to pray for her husband's safety on the battlefield.

At this moment, his younger brother Qin Zhong rushed in, his face flushed and his voice trembling with excitement:

"Sister! Brother-in-law is amazing!!"

"He led 100,000 men and utterly annihilated 300,000 enemy troops! The entire Liao River was stained red with blood!"

"Now, kids on the street play war games, and everyone wants to be 'God of War Jia,' nobody wants to be the enemy anymore!"

Qin Zhong's eyes gleamed, as if he had personally witnessed the scene of being above ten thousand men, where the blade pointed and the world changed color.

Qin Keqing was stunned, and the incense slipped from her fingertips.

From a young age, she dreamed of marrying a true hero—not necessarily wealthy, but upright and courageous enough to fight for the common people.

Now, heaven has actually delivered everything she wanted right to her doorstep.

The young man who was betrothed to her by the Emperor himself was not only a noble young master, but also a ruthless war god who had walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Meanwhile, a thousand miles away at the edge of the snow-covered plains, the north wind whipped the scarlet tattered flag into a fluttering gust of wind.

Jia Yi rode ahead, his black horse and long sword making him appear like a demon descending to earth.

Ahead, Huang Taiji knelt on one knee, his warhorse dead, only a few dozen personal guards remaining, their armor shattered, his face as pale as paper.

He looked around blankly, and roared hoarsely, "Where are the Plain Yellow Banner! Where are the Bordered Yellow Banner?! Where is the army—!"

"Still looking?" Jia Yi sneered, his eyes as sharp as ice blades. "Your elite troops? They've long since become mud under my horse's hooves."

Indeed, those two banners were the toughest nut to crack for the Later Jin.

During their escape, they constantly split their forces to cover the rear, trading lives for lives, which allowed Huang Taiji to survive until this point.

pity--

"Huang Taiji," Jia Yi slowly rode forward, his voice like cold iron, "surrender and you'll at least have a whole corpse left."

"Dream on!" Huang Taiji suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, and drew his curved sword from his waist. He surveyed his remaining troops, "Gentlemen! Follow me—in this final battle!"

"Yes!!" the guards shouted in unison, each showing no fear as they charged toward death.

The next moment—

"Overestimating one's abilities."

Jia Yi gave a cold shout and swung his arm violently!

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade burst forth from the sky like an angry dragon soaring into the heavens, piercing through the vast expanse!

The blade whistled and pierced straight into Huang Taiji's chest, pinning him firmly into the frozen earth!

Blood gushed out, splashing onto the snow, blooming into an extremely beautiful flower.

A once-powerful figure met his end.

Jia Yi dismounted, drew his sword, and flicked away the blood. His voice was eerily calm.

"Take his head and send it to Shanhaiguan."

"Order the entire army—take Shengjing directly!"

The iron cavalry behind them roared in response, as loud as thunder!

The setting sun was like blood, and the cavalry scattered to pursue and wipe out the remaining enemy forces, and to gather the loyal and brave soldiers of the main camp.

On the other side, Niu Jizong's eyes were already bloodshot from the fighting, his armor was covered in blood scabs, and the blade in his hand had been chipped.

He had lost count of how many people he had killed.

All three swords were rendered useless in his hands.

Until the messenger arrived at breakneck speed, shouting military orders:

"The Marquis has ordered! All troops assemble—!"

The fighting came to an abrupt end.

Seventy thousand remnants of the army stood in formation, their battle flags tattered and their soldiers wounded, yet they still surged forth like an iron torrent, silent and chilling.

On the flank, there was another miscellaneous army of over five thousand men, their armor disheveled and their expressions shifty.

Lu Qing, with a fawning smile, stepped forward and said, "Lord Jia! I just killed several dozen Later Jin dogs, quite a feat..."

Before the words were finished—

"Take it down." Jia Yi didn't even lift his eyelids, his voice as cold as the snow in the northern frontier.

Two bodyguards acted swiftly, pinning Lu Qing to the ground.

The five thousand soldiers immediately stirred, some gripping their weapons tightly, their eyes gleaming.

Jia Yi slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping across the entire room, each word spoken with the sharpness of a knife carving into stone:

"I know you're killing the enemy."

"But it is also a fact that you betrayed your country and defected to the enemy."

"Now—lay down your weapons and raise your hands. Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy."

The air condensed.

Those eyes were filled with murderous intent, as if they had just returned from hell.

No one dared to make a move.

A moment later, Wu Sheng led his men forward with ropes and swiftly bound all the opportunists.

"Sun Hai!" Jia Yi ordered in a deep voice, "Take them back to Shanhaiguan and await their fate."

"Your subordinate is here!"

"The rest of you—" He mounted his horse, his long sword pointing towards the northern capital, "Follow me, and we'll raze Shengjing to the ground!"

As soon as Jia Yi finished speaking, war drums thundered, armored vehicles surged like a tide, and the army marched straight towards Shengjing.

"Master, where are we going?"

The soldiers of the Plain White Banner all looked at Dorgon, their eyes filled with confusion and unease.

Dorgon squinted, staring at the hazy horizon in the distance, his heart churning with resentment and scheming.

That scoundrel Jia Yi will surely march straight in and take Shengjing.

But what is Shengjing? It is the root of the Later Jin dynasty's century-long foundation! Gold and silver are piled up like mountains, ancestral temples and tombs are still there, along with their wives, children, and elderly parents!

Keep it? Are we just waiting to die?

No—he sneered, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

"Back to Shengjing!" He turned abruptly, his voice low yet sharp as a drawn sword, "Loot the treasury, take your family, and then... head north to join the Mongol Yuan dynasty!"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Yes! If we can't defeat the Great Qian, then we'll use someone else to exact revenge! The Mongol Yuan may be far away, but their strength isn't much weaker than the Great Qian's. We may bow down today, but we might just make a comeback tomorrow!

"Let's do it!"

Without hesitation, the Zhengbai Banner horse turned around and sped off towards Shengjing like a whirlwind.

Other scattered remnants of the Later Jin were still running around in the wilderness, crying and calling for their banner leaders and searching for Huang Taiji's body, while the Plain White Banner had already made its goal clear—to survive, plunder money, and escape!

After three days and nights of rapid travel, their hooves pounding the morning frost, they finally arrived at the gates of Shengjing.

"Huh? The Plain White Banner is back?" The commander on the city wall was stunned, his brows furrowed. "Didn't they say the front lines had completely collapsed?"

Dorgon rode ahead, his cloak billowing, his imposing manner undiminished, and finally gritted his teeth and ordered, "Open the city gates!"

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The heavy city gates slowly opened, as if opening a gentle throat.

But in the next instant, the blade was drawn!

The Plain White Banner soldiers pounced on the city like hungry wolves, killing anyone they saw and looting anything of value! Shops were smashed, treasuries were emptied, and even the bronze incense burners in the ancestral halls were pried off!