I, a useless prince, started with the Xiang Yu template.

Chu Yun flicked his wrist slightly, and the Overlord Spear swung violently.

The blood on the tip of the gun slid down the shaft and dripped onto the blood-stained soil.

He glanced at the corpses of barbarian soldiers scattered on the ground and gave a deep order.

"Clean up the battlefield, thoroughly search every corner of the village, and make sure to find any surviving villagers; leave no one behind."

"Yes, sir!"

The soldiers responded in unison and quickly dispersed.

Someone is taking inventory of battlefield supplies;

Some people headed towards the burned-out village and began a house-to-house search and rescue operation.

Ma Dong quickly walked up to Chu Yun and exclaimed in shock.

"Your Highness, your skills just now were simply like a god of war descended to earth!"

He stood there, unable to calm his emotions for a long time.

In the capital, the Sixth Prince's reputation had long been tarnished; he was universally acknowledged as a useless prince by both the court and the public.

But just now on the battlefield, he swept through the barbarian soldiers with only one spear, killing twenty-eight of them single-handedly. Such martial prowess is truly terrifying.

He had served in the army for more than ten years, traveling all over the country and seeing hundreds of fierce generals and masters, but none of them could match Chu Yun's bravery.

too strong!

This is no ordinary good-for-nothing; he is clearly a formidable person with hidden talents.

If the Sixth Prince is a good-for-nothing, then they, the Imperial Guards, are even worse than good-for-nothings.

Ma Dong quickly filled in the blanks in his mind and instantly understood.

Royal struggles have always been brutal. The Sixth Prince must have concealed his talents in his early years in order to protect himself in the treacherous court. He deliberately pretended to be a useless playboy to avoid the suspicion and suppression of various forces. Otherwise, with such extraordinary strength, how could he be willing to become a laughing stock of the world?

It seems that Your Highness has been enduring all these years.

Thinking of this, Ma Dong felt even greater awe and dared not show the slightest contempt.

Chu Yun glanced at him and spoke calmly.

What were our casualties in this battle?

Ma Dong snapped out of his daze and quickly bowed in response.

"Your Highness, only nine of our brothers suffered minor injuries, all abrasions and lacerations; none were killed in action!"

"That was a brilliantly fought battle!"

The main reason is that Your Highness is too brave. You killed several people as soon as you entered the fray, which terrified the barbarian soldiers and disrupted their formation.

Only then can we reap the rewards; otherwise, with just a hundred cavalry, even if we win, we will surely lose many brothers.

Chu Yun nodded slightly: "It's good that no one died in battle."

He then changed the subject: "Didn't you capture a few prisoners? Bring them here. I want to interrogate them myself and find out the movements of the main barbarian army."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

at the same time.

Inside Xiaoshi Village, Imperial Guard soldiers searching for villagers are conducting door-to-door searches.

Pushing open the broken doors, searching through the collapsed corners of the rooms, and examining the hidden cellars.

The sight that met their eyes reddened, and their hearts were filled with boundless rage.

The room was a mess, with broken furniture and bloodstains everywhere.

The villagers' bodies lay scattered everywhere; the elderly, women, children, and others were all killed.

Some lay dead at the doorway, others huddled in the yard, with little children tightly clutching their mothers' bodies—a truly horrific scene.

"These barbarian soldiers are inhuman! They don't even spare children as young as a few years old; they're worse than animals!"

"Utterly depraved! These bastards deserve to be torn to pieces!"

"These poor villagers, they were hiding in these deep mountains to avoid disaster, yet they still couldn't escape this calamity. It's so tragic!"

The soldiers cursed under their breath, but their hands didn't stop moving the body carefully.

In the deepest cellar of the village, several elderly people and children huddled together, covering each other's mouths tightly, trembling all over.

"No...no more movement. Have those barbarian soldiers left?" a little girl murmured softly, her voice trembling with tears.

"Wait a little longer, don't make a sound. If they haven't left yet, we're all doomed!" the older man said in a low voice.

After a while, it became completely quiet outside.

A boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old wiped away his tears and said through gritted teeth.

"I'm going out to check. You all stay here and don't move around. If I don't come back, don't come out."

He gently pushed aside the dry grass at the cellar entrance and carefully climbed out.

The sight before him froze him in place.

Burned-down houses, corpses of loved ones strewn across the ground—a familiar village transformed into a living hell.

The neighbors who were laughing and talking to him yesterday are now all lying in pools of blood.

Tears instantly blurred my vision.

He clenched his fists and secretly vowed: he must kill all the barbarian soldiers to avenge his family and the villagers!

With red eyes, he staggered out of the alley and, just as he turned the corner, bumped into the Imperial Guards who were conducting a search.

The boy's face changed drastically. Thinking it was another group of barbarian soldiers, he turned and ran towards the cellar in a panic, tears streaming down his face.

"Stop! Don't run!"

The soldier quickly caught up, "Young man, don't be afraid! We are not barbarian soldiers, but the Imperial Guard of the Great Qian Dynasty, the army of the imperial court!"

"We've wiped out all the barbarian soldiers! You're safe now! Everything's alright!"

The boy stopped in his tracks and turned around abruptly.

Her tense body collapsed instantly, and she squatted on the ground, bursting into tears.

Hearing the conversation outside, the elderly and children in the cellar mustered their courage and climbed out one after another.

Seeing the mess on the ground and the corpses of their loved ones, the survivors could no longer hold back and burst into tears, their cries heart-wrenching.

The soldiers stood by, their eyes red-rimmed, no one spoke, silently offering clean water and dry rations, gently comforting them.

"Don't cry, don't cry anymore. You're safe now. No more barbarian soldiers will bully you."

"Come with us to the village entrance first. It's safe there, and we'll take care of you."

........

On the open ground at the entrance of the village.

The soldiers dragged six trembling barbarian prisoners to kneel before Chu Yun.

The prisoners had their hands tied behind their backs, their faces covered in blood, yet they still held their necks straight, their eyes fierce and stubborn, looking like they would fight to the bitter end.

Chu Yun looked down at the six people from his high vantage point.

"I ask you, where is the main force of the Northern Barbarian army now? When will they arrive in Jing'an County? Who is their commander, and how many troops do they have?"

The three questions reached the ears of the six prisoners.

The lead prisoner suddenly raised his head, spat a mouthful of bloody saliva at Chu Yun, and shouted at him in broken Daqian language.

"Don't even think about it! Kill me or torture me as you please, but don't expect to get a single word out of my mouth!"

"We'd rather die than tell, you big dog!" the other prisoners echoed, their tone hardening.

Chu Yun's eyes turned cold.

Too lazy to waste any more words, he placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and with a sudden burst of strength in his wrist, the longsword was drawn instantly, a flash of cold light.

"Whoosh!"

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the air, so fast that only a blur remained.

Before the shouting prisoner leader could react, the cold blade had already sliced ​​across his neck.

Blood gushed out instantly, staining the soil beneath their feet red.

The prisoner leader stared wide-eyed, made a hoarse sound in his throat, and fell straight to the ground, dying instantly.

Clean and swift, a single sword stroke to the throat.

The remaining five prisoners froze in terror, their faces turning deathly pale, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Chu Yun's gaze swept over the remaining five people, his voice icy and chilling.

"I have no patience to waste with you. Speak up and reveal the information about the main force of the barbarian army, and you may live. If you don't, you'll die right now."

He pointed to the second prisoner, whose face was full of ferocity: "You speak."

The prisoner gritted his teeth, his neck stiff, and roared, "I don't know! Even if I did know, I wouldn't tell you!"

He hadn't finished speaking.

A cold glint appeared again!

Another sword strike pierced the prisoner's throat with pinpoint accuracy, splattering blood everywhere, and the body fell to the ground with a thud.

He killed two people without uttering a single unnecessary word.

Ma Dong, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but shiver.

They kill without a second thought!

This sixth prince, who usually seems harmless, is surprisingly ruthless when he takes action.