Dream of the Red Chamber: From a Border Ruffian to a Capital Tyrant

"enemy..."

The Xiongnu soldier had just opened his mouth, and before he could even utter the word "attack," a dark shadow had already loomed over his head.

The heavy iron hammer in Jia Lang's hand, like a falling black meteor, came crashing down with the force of a thousand pounds and a shrill sound that tore through the air!

"puff!"

With a muffled thud, the Xiongnu soldier's head exploded like a rotten watermelon, splattering red and white matter all over the ground. The headless corpse flew backward three zhang away like a tattered sack!

"Enemy attack!!"

"They're two-legged sheep!"

"It's the army of the Gan people!"

"The two-legged sheep are coming to kill us!!"

The tragic death of their companion instantly jolted everyone awake. Heart-wrenching screams pierced the night sky, rising and falling, filled with terror and despair.

"ignition!!!"

Jia Lang smashed the corpse blocking his way with a single blow, the sound like a booming bell, making people's eardrums ache.

He took the lead, as if entering an empty field, and went straight into the heart of the granary!

The thousand riders behind him were already waiting for orders. Upon hearing the command, they instantly pulled out torches from the side pockets of their saddles. The torches were covered with oil and were extremely easy to ignite.

There was a whooshing sound.

In an instant, a thousand torches were lit at the same time, converging into a ferocious fire dragon a hundred feet long, which suddenly lit up the dark grassland and dyed half the sky blood red!

Under the blinding light of the fire, the Xiongnu camp and their terrified, distorted faces were all exposed, every detail clearly visible.

Jia Langchong was at the forefront, covered in blood, wielding his heavy iron hammer like the wind, each strike accompanied by the crisp sound of bones shattering and a piercing scream.

Those who block the way, die!

Those who cannot avoid it will be sent flying!

"Tap tap tap..."

The deafening sound of horses' hooves was like the drumbeats of death, so dense it was suffocating.

Countless Xiongnu people had barely peeked out of their tents when, before they could even understand what was happening, they were either speared away by passing cavalry or trampled into a bloody pulp by their horses' hooves.

Blood splattered, and severed limbs flew everywhere!

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

"Don't let them get close!"

"Hurry! Hurry!"

More and more Xiongnu people poured out of the tents. They were terrified when they saw the unstoppable fire dragon. They could only scream hysterically to warn them, their voices trembling.

Looking at the Xiongnu people swarming out like ants, Jia Lang frowned slightly.

If they get dragged into the mire, even if these thousand men work themselves to death, they still won't be able to kill all these barbarians!

We have to be quick!

Faster!

Thinking of this, Jia Lang's eyes flashed with a cold light. He casually smashed a centurion, armor and all, into a bloody pulp with a single blow. Then, he roared to the sky, his voice echoing across the surrounding area:

"All troops, listen to my command!"

"Don't get entangled!"

"Follow me straight to the heart of the enemy!"

"Break through the enemy lines!"

"Straight to the granary!"

"Those who block my way shall die!!!"

.........

In the very center of the Xiongnu camp, inside a huge cowhide tent, a burly Xiongnu man, as robust as a bear, lay sprawled on a wool blanket, snoring loudly, fast asleep. A glistening drool even clung to the corner of his mouth, clearly having a sweet dream.

Just then, the commotion outside the tent, like a pot boiling over, made the burly man suddenly open his eyes. He frowned unhappily, a flash of violent anger at having his sweet dream disturbed in his eyes.

"Someone come here!!"

The burly man roared, his voice booming like a bell, making the entire tent vibrate.

Before he could finish speaking, the tent flap was suddenly flung open, and a Xiongnu soldier tumbled and crawled in.

The man's face was covered in soot, his hair a tangled mess, and he knelt heavily before the burly man with a thud, his expression panicked and his voice trembling with tears.

"A marriage alliance! Oh no, a marriage alliance!"

"Enemy attack! It's those two-legged sheep from Daqian!"

"They...they've attacked!"

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, the burly man's expression changed drastically. Without thinking, he leaped up from the bed and rushed out of the tent without even putting on his shoes.

Looking closely from a high vantage point, one could see flames leaping wildly across the camp, and at the edge of those flames, a black iron cavalry, like a sharp dagger, was fiercely thrusting towards the granary!

Those are Jia Lang's troops!

The big man's heart tightened suddenly, and a strong sense of foreboding rushed to the top of his head.

"not good!!"

He cursed under his breath, his heart bleeding.

"At the gate! Enemy attack!!! What should we do?"

A Hun leader standing nearby spoke up in a panic, his voice trembling uncontrollably with extreme fear, his legs twitching.

"Get out of here! Are you blind? You can see!"

The burly man kicked the good-for-nothing to the ground, his face contorted with rage and murderous intent.

"Go! Sound the horn!"

"Wake up all the warriors!"

"Surround these ignorant, two-legged sheep!"

"Tonight, I'm going to teach these damned bastards a lesson in the power of my blade and chop them into mincemeat!"

The Xiongnu leader glared angrily, his teeth clenched, and roared. His voice was like a thunderclap, instantly exploding across the entire camp.

"Yes! Yes!"

The Hun soldier who had been kicked over was so frightened that he ran out in a panic to relay the order, screaming at the top of his lungs as he ran, instantly waking up the entire camp.

The Xiongnu commander turned and rushed back to his tent with astonishing speed. He quickly donned his heavy iron armor, picked up his gleaming crescent-shaped broadsword, and charged out of the tent once more.

The burly Xiongnu man who stepped out of the tent had a fierce look in his eyes, like a hungry wolf whose food had been stolen. He quickly mounted his warhorse, spurred it on with his legs, and charged wildly toward the granary not far away.

He had clearly seen that the Daqian cavalry's goal was extremely clear - it was food supplies!

Since you want to burn the grain, then I'll lay a trap in front of the granary and catch you like turtles in a jar, so you won't come back alive!

On the battlefield at this moment, the sound of horses' hooves thundered and the shouts of battle shook the heavens.

Four hundred steps!

Three hundred steps!

Two hundred steps!

Jia Lang's thousand cavalry, charging wildly on their warhorses, were an unstoppable torrent of steel.

In less than a quarter of an hour, they had torn through the outer defenses of the Xiongnu and were only inches away from the mountain of grain!

At this moment, Jia Lang was already covered in blood from the carnage.

Minced meat and blood dripped continuously from the iron hammer in his hand.

Blood gushed from the gaps in his helmet and visor, covering his entire face and making him look less like a human and more like a demon god of war who had just crawled out of the deepest hell, his eyes bloodshot and filled with a chilling madness.

Jia Lang suddenly looked up at the herd of cattle and sheep nearby, and the piles of wooden barrels. He then quickly turned his head to scan his surroundings.

In the darkness, countless Hun soldiers, like sharks that have smelled blood, surged in from all directions, forming a massive, impenetrable encirclement.

Jia Lang knew better than anyone that if they were held up here, even for just a quarter of an hour, his thousand brothers would be crushed to dust by the wolves and tigers around them, and die without a burial place!