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

I spent all my savings bribing everyone to escape from that dead zone of Zhen'anbao!

Now look what's happened, we've been kicked back into the fire? All that money wasted, wasn't it?

The entire army was filled with groans of despair.

Everyone knows that encountering the Later Jin in the wild is like walking through a mountain of knives with bare hands.

That's war? That's a funeral procession!

But military orders are like mountains, suffocating people.

No one dared to disobey orders, so they could only grit their teeth and follow Jia Yi and his team of gleaming, cold-blooded swordsmen.

The army set off, the sound of hooves heavy and muffled, like the drumbeats of a march towards a graveyard.

"Jia Yi, Jia Yi, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Xiong Ke stood atop the city wall, watching the procession depart, his whispers like the spitting of a venomous snake.

"It's just that you're unlucky to have been born into the Rongguo Mansion."

The wind whips up the lingering clouds, and a lone plume of smoke drifts southward.

Inside Zhen'an Fort, Li Baihu's face was ashen.

The Later Jin army was only ten miles away!

The thunderous roar of iron hooves caused the earth to tremble slightly, and the murderous aura could cut a person's face even across the open field!

"Damn it! You guys stole all the credit!"

"Disaster has befallen me?"

He cursed inwardly, almost flipping the table.

Back then, Jia Yi killed five hundred cavalrymen with a single stroke, enjoying immense glory, and then left triumphantly with Wu Sheng.

Now the flames of the Later Jin's revenge have reached the city gates, leaving him, a lone centurion, to guard the isolated fortress!

"Commander... how about we surrender?"

A soldier's eyes darted around, his voice trembled, yet a strange anticipation lingered in his words.

"I heard that the Later Jin treat surrendered soldiers well, and they can even give you women... If you have a few more children, you can at least settle down."

"Bullshit!"

Li Baihu kicked him, his eyes wide with anger.

"You peasant, even if you surrender, you'll only be treated like a beast of burden! You're not even as good as livestock! I might not even survive if I surrender, and you're still dreaming?"

Before the words were even finished, the lookout's roar pierced the air: "They're here! The Later Jin army is here!!"

Li Baihu suddenly looked up—

Dark clouds loomed at the edge of the horizon.

Armored ships surged like a tide, banners blotted out the sun, and ten thousand horses galloped, crushing the yellow sand.

The earth trembled, as if death were beating its drums and drawing near.

His legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

The last time I saw this kind of battle was last time... Jia Mangzi charged out with his sword, one man and one sword, and killed the enemy army, forcing them to retreat three miles!

"Jia Mangzi! Charge, Jia Mangzi!"

He blurted it out, his voice trembling, entirely on instinct.

"Lord Centurion..." The soldier beside him smiled bitterly, "Jia Mangzi... was promoted and left a long time ago."

At this moment, he also missed that single-minded, reckless man who fought without regard for his life.

Thirty miles away.

Jia Yi reined in his horse and stood still, gazing towards Zhen'an Fort.

The soldiers behind him hesitated, their morale plummeting as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

"General... turn back."

One of the commanders wiped away cold sweat, his voice weak: "By the time we arrive, Zhen'an Fort will probably be in ruins."

"Yeah...it's not worth risking your life for a bunch of dead people!"

The closer you get to the front lines, the more the fear envelops you like a thick fog.

The air seemed to be filled with the stench of blood and scorched earth, and even the warhorses were restless and uneasy.

Everyone turned to look at Jia Yi, their eyes filled with pleading.

—They would turn around immediately at the slightest word from him.

Jia Yi slowly turned his head, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping across the pale faces.

"A bunch of cowards."

He let out a cold laugh, his voice like a thunderclap shattering the silence.

"The Later Jin? A mere ten thousand small fry! What are you trembling about!"

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone's face turned green.

The thought popped into their minds simultaneously: This is so damn like Jia Mangzi!

"keep going!"

Jia Yi suddenly drew the eighty-pound crescent blade from his back; its cold light shone in the sun, and its sharp edge hummed.

"Anyone who dares to back down—I'll personally chop them up and feed them to the dogs!"

The sword was drawn, and a murderous aura surged forth.

In that instant, everyone was reminded of the past:

The image of that madman single-handedly kicking over the drill ground and beating more than a dozen officers to a pulp resurfaced before my eyes.

A chill ran down my spine, and my hair stood on end.

"Yes, yes, yes!!"

The generals scrambled to their feet, not daring to utter another word.

Under Jia Yi's iron fist, the army accelerated again, shooting towards the smoke-filled Zhen'an Fortress like an arrow released from a bow.

And at this moment—

The walls of Zhen'anbao are stained with blood.

The thousand defenders fought desperately, constantly cutting down the Later Jin soldiers who tried to scale the walls.

The corpses were piled up like mountains, and blood flowed down the cracks in the bricks, dripping like a death knell.

"Puff puff puff—"

The sound of sharp blades piercing flesh was incessant.

Those who are alive struggle in purgatory.

Countless heads fell to the ground, and blood rained down on the scorched earth.

In the Later Jin army, a scarlet figure stood amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood—Daišan, the banner lord of the Plain Red Banner and Nurhaci's own son, his armor stained with blood, his eyes as cold as ice.

He coldly surveyed the battlefield, a smirk playing on his lips: "That's it? A white-armored soldier died here?"

The walls of Zhen'an Fortress beneath his feet had long since collapsed, and his iron cavalry crushed the defending troops like a torrent, utterly destroying them as easily as tearing cloth.

But at this moment, his brow furrowed slightly, and a sense of absurdity arose in his heart: he had traveled thousands of miles to seek revenge, but... where was the enemy?

"Master!" A servant collapsed to his knees, his voice trembling. "The imperial edict of the Great Qian Dynasty... was read aloud right here! I saw it with my own eyes. That eunuch had a high-pitched voice and read it word for word—"

"puff!"

Before he could finish speaking, a slash came down.

The head rolled three steps away, its eyes still staring at the sky.

Dai Shan sheathed his sword and gave a cold snort. He was about to mount his horse and leave—

Suddenly his gaze sharpened.

Dust billowed in the distance, iron hooves thundered, and a troop of men came against the wind, their banners fluttering and their killing intent palpable.

The leader, clad in black armor and wielding a crescent-shaped blade, was none other than Jia Yi.

"Oh?" Dai Shan's eyes lit up, and a sinister smile spread across his face. "There's actually a Great Qian army that dares to fight me in the open?"

Since crushing the remnants of the Mongol army last year, he hasn't smelled blood for a whole year. His bones are practically moldy.

Now that these reckless fools have delivered themselves to our doorstep, it's perfect—to stretch our muscles!

"Brothers!" He leaped onto his warhorse, pointed his sword at the sky, and laughed wildly, "Let's teach these southern barbarians a lesson!"

"kill!!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

The Later Jin army roared out, their eyes bloodshot, like a pack of ravenous wolves eyeing fresh meat.

The Daqian soldiers on the other side instantly erupted in chaos.

"We're doomed! We're going to be chopped into dumpling filling!"

"Mother, I don't want to be buried here!"

"Father, Mother, your son has come to the underworld to join you... Waaaaah..."

Cries and screams rose and fell, and some even wet their pants.

Jia Yi's eyes twitched, his face practically screaming, "I'm leading a bunch of pigs."

He grabbed his deputy, Wu Sheng, and said through gritted teeth, "You keep an eye on these good-for-nothings! Don't let them kneel down and surrender on the spot!"

He paused, then added in a low voice, "Don't die, I'm counting on you to take the blame."

Having said that, he let out a long roar, raised his crescent blade high, and leaped forward to the front line.

"The Mo Dao Team—Charge with me!!!"

Five hundred Mo Dao soldiers followed closely behind, their footsteps like thunder, their momentum like a dragon.

[Ding! The host has led his troops in a charge against 10,000 Later Jin enemy soldiers, triggering the reward: Summon 1,000 Tang Dynasty Mo Dao (陌刀) soldiers!]

"Awesome!" Jia Yi grinned, without hesitation, a thought forming in his mind.

In an instant, the earth trembled.

The original 500-strong Mo Dao formation suddenly surged to 1,500! Covered in black armor, their cold blades gleamed in the sun, their killing intent soaring to the heavens!

"kill!!!"