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

"waste!!"

"They're all a bunch of useless trash!!"

"Stop them!!"

"Everyone, stop them at all costs!!!"

Watching helplessly as Jia Lang and his men, like a red-hot dagger, were about to break through the encirclement and escape, the Xiongnu leader felt a surge of heat rush to his head and roared in exasperation.

He originally thought it was just an easy hunt, like a cat chasing a mouse, and that he could easily crush this remnant of the Daqian army who didn't know what was going to happen. But he never expected that this group of defeated soldiers would be as stubborn and unyielding as rocks in a latrine, so tenacious that it was outrageous!

The Xiongnu leader looked up to the sky and let out a roar like a wounded beast, a sound filled with endless anger and deep resentment.

His rugged face turned a deep liver color, his eyes bulged out of their sockets and were covered with bloodshot veins. His ferocious appearance made it seem as if he wanted to rush up and devour Jia Lang and the others alive, skin and bones!

However, no matter how furious the man was, the situation on the battlefield did not change according to his will.

As Qian Jun's figure was about to disappear completely into the night, a resolute glint flashed in the eyes of this burly Xiongnu man, and the ruthlessness of a steppe wolf instantly overwhelmed his reason.

"Guards! Fire the arrows!!"

This command was earth-shattering.

Upon hearing this order, a Xiongnu commander standing nearby was struck dumb, frozen in place.

His eyes widened in disbelief, and he even wondered if his ears had been deafened by the fighting just now.

"Lord Toto, what...what did you say???"

The Hun's teeth chattered as he pointed shakily at the chaotic battle ahead, his voice filled with terror and confusion, as if he were looking at a madman.

"Release the arrows!!"

"He's about to fire an arrow!!"

"Did you stuff wool in your ears?"

"Did you hear me clearly???"

The burly man's eyes were bloodshot, and he turned his head to stare intently at the centurion like a god of death. His voice was as cold as a blade pulled from an ice cellar, carrying a chilling killing intent that sent shivers down one's spine.

"But..."

"But Lord Toho, our warriors are still in battle... If this arrow falls..."

The Xiongnu man swallowed hard, glanced back at his own warriors who were still fighting Jia Lang and the others within the range of the arrow rain, and turned back to try to dissuade them with a look of despair.

However, before he could finish speaking, the world before him suddenly spun around and plunged into eternal darkness.

"Pfft!"

The burly man's crescent-shaped blade flashed with a chilling light, striking out without warning and cleaving the defiant centurion in two, armor and all!

With a casual slash, the burly man killed the dissident, wiped the blade on the corpse without expression, coldly surveyed the scene, and shouted sternly:

"Anyone who dares to disobey military orders again will face this consequence!"

"yes!!"

Seeing their companion's still convulsing corpse, the surrounding Xiongnu soldiers were terrified and dared not utter a single word of dissent, responding in panic.

"put!!"

With this cruel command, the archers, who had already drawn their bows and nocked their arrows, released their fingers.

In an instant, countless cold feathered arrows tore through the air, converging into a black rainstorm that blotted out the sky, relentlessly pouring down on the most densely packed areas of the battlefield, indiscriminately attacking friend and foe!

Hearing the terrifying whooshing sound behind him, Jia Lang turned around abruptly. Just one glance made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his heart sank.

The rain of arrows, like a giant scythe wielded by the Grim Reaper, with a sharp whistling sound, was descending upon everyone's heads!

"Walk!"

"Run!!"

Jia Lang roared hoarsely, his voice distorted by extreme tension.

Before the words were even finished, those deadly wolf-tooth arrows had already fallen to the ground!

"Ah...ah...!!!"

The Huns, caught in a hail of arrows, never imagined that death would come from behind.

Countless soldiers, caught completely off guard, were pierced through the back and chest by cold arrows, the excruciating pain causing them to scream in agony.

They refused to believe it until their dying breath, turning their heads with difficulty to look at the high-ranking official with eyes full of anger, despair, and utter incomprehension.

They didn't understand why they wanted to be killed.

Why would your companion point his blade at your chest?

After this round of inhumane "coverage strikes", a large area of ​​the battlefield was instantly emptied.

Jia Lang originally had more than a hundred brothers fighting hard beside him, but now, taking advantage of the chaos in the Xiongnu's formation, he miraculously only suffered minor injuries.

On the contrary, the Xiongnu suffered heavy losses. The ground was littered with corpses riddled with arrows, some still convulsing and howling in pain in pools of blood, while others had already fallen silent.

In truth, they should "thank" this ruthless Xiongnu leader. This indiscriminate rain of arrows cleared a large vacuum around Jia Lang and his men.

While the Xiongnu were still in a state of confusion and disarray, Jia Lang and his men quickly adjusted their formation and seized this fleeting opportunity.

"kill!"

Using the momentum of their warhorses, Jia Lang and his men charged like tigers among sheep, slaughtering the stunned remnants of the Xiongnu soldiers in front of them. Then, they spurred their horses on, and with a long neigh, the horses reared up and broke free of the deadly encirclement.

More than two hundred riders, driven by Jia Lang, transformed into streaks of black lightning that pierced the night sky and sped away!

"Walk!"

Jia Lang and his men dared not linger in the fight. The moment they broke through the encirclement, they fled frantically into the darkness without looking back.

Their figures gradually lengthened and disappeared into the distance under the cold moonlight, leaving behind only a devastated battlefield and countless Huns who had not yet recovered from their shock.

Watching Jia Lang and the others disappear on the horizon, the burly Xiongnu man clenched his fists so hard they cracked, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he wanted to crush his own bones.

His facial muscles were contorted wildly, filled with resentment, bitterness, and the madness of a gambler who had lost everything.

"Chase!!"

"Chase after them!! It's a fight to the death!!"

……

Beyond the pass!

At this moment, on the vast, barren grasslands beyond Yanmen Pass, a thrilling race against time to save lives is unfolding.

A group of about two hundred people, riding strong warhorses that were foaming at the mouth, were fleeing wildly across the desolate grassland.

Behind them on the horizon, a dense swarm of Xiongnu pursuers surged forward like a burst dam, their overwhelming dust and torches impossible to count and stretching as far as the eye could see!

This group, fleeing in panic like stray dogs, was the remnant of Jia Lang's forces.

Not long ago, thanks to the "mysterious operation" of that Xiongnu leader, Jia Lang and his men stumbled upon the weak point of the defense line. They then took the lead and, with their last bit of strength, broke through the heavy iron wall.

However, how could the Xiongnu leader let them go so easily?

In this battle, Jia Lang burned all the food supplies of the 100,000-strong army. If this were to reach the ears of the Great Chanyu, forget about promotion and wealth. Even if this Xiongnu leader had ten heads, it wouldn't be enough to cut him off. He would be skinned alive!

Watching Jia Lang and the others walk away, the Xiongnu leader acted decisively and made a ruthless move.

He personally led one of his most elite cavalry units in a relentless pursuit of Jia Lang, while the rest of the main force was forced to stay behind, desperately trying to salvage the still-fragrant beef and mutton that hadn't completely burned to ashes.

After all, salvaging even a handful of grain is better than losing the entire army.