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

"waste!"

"They're all a bunch of good-for-nothing idiots!"

Seeing this, the Xiongnu commander at the rear was so enraged that he was practically raging with rage. He pointed at the battlefield ahead and cursed loudly, his voice as unbearable as the hooting of an owl.

"When did the archers of my Great Xiongnu become so weak and easily bullied?"

"Did they bring over a thousand elite cavalrymen just to herd sheep on the grasslands?"

"They actually let a two-legged sheep rampage through a sea of ​​soldiers!"

"If word gets out, what will become of our department's reputation?"

The thousand-plus pursuers he brought were all elite warriors selected from the grasslands. Normally, they could hold their own even against the elite border troops of the Qian Dynasty, which were twice the size of the country. But today, they were slaughtered by a young man. How could he tolerate this?

"Kill! All of you, charge forward!"

"No retreating! Anyone who retreats will be executed!"

"Whoever kills this two-legged sheep will be rewarded with a hundred head of cattle and sheep, and appointed as a commander of a thousand households!"

"Dead or alive, I want his head!"

The Xiongnu leader's five fingers were like hooks, gripping the curved knife tightly. His knuckles were completely white from excessive force, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged like winding earthworms, as if he would crush the hilt of the knife at any moment.

He roared with all his might, spittle flying everywhere, and he was in a state of frenzy.

With the general's roar, the Xiongnu cavalry surrounding Jia Lang seemed to be injected with adrenaline, and the fear they had felt from the deaths of their comrades was instantly overshadowed by greed and ferocity.

Each of them wore a hideous and terrifying smile, the cruelty of a hunter looking at his prey, as if possessed by a demon, the green light in their eyes appearing particularly eerie in the firelight.

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

A sharp sound of air being torn apart suddenly arose, and dozens of curved blades were raised at the same time. The blade light merged into one, forming an impenetrable steel net, which, with a sharp sound of tearing through the air, descended upon Jia Lang from all directions.

If this strike lands squarely, even a Great Immortal would be chopped into a pile of minced meat.

Faced with this certain death, Jia Lang remained calm and composed, his eyes burning with two intense flames instead of the slightest panic.

As the old saying goes, "An inch longer, an inch stronger."

Every inch shorter, every inch more dangerous!

At the critical moment when the curved blade was about to strike, Jia Lang made a move.

Instead of reining in his horse to defend himself, he spurred it with his legs, and the heavy iron hammer in his hand flashed like black lightning, drawing a strange and domineering arc in the air.

The direction he chose to break through was neither the least populated east nor the seemingly weak west, but—due north!

That direction leads directly to the foot of the high slope where the Xiongnu commander is located!

To catch a thief, first catch his king; to shoot a man, first shoot his horse!

This statement remains an irrefutable truth, whether in the age of firearms a thousand years later or in the ancient world of cold weapons and bloodshed!

As long as we can take the head of the leader amidst the enemy ranks, these thousand Xiongnu cavalry will instantly turn into a pile of loose sand. At that time, they won't even be worthy of carrying his shoes, let alone besieging him!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

A series of dull, thunderous crashes, like the sound of a hammer shattering a skull and piercing a breastplate, rang out.

In Jia Lang's hands, the iron hammer seemed to transform into the scythe of death, each swing accompanied by the crisp sound of bones shattering and a piercing scream.

In a mere instant, a vacuum was cleared out around Jia Lang. Limbs and severed arms flew about, and warm blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the withered grassland with a shocking dark red.

Jia Lang got a brief respite, but he dared not stop for a moment, and did not even glance at the corpses around him.

He suddenly looked up, his sharp, hawk-like gaze fixed on the Xiongnu leader on the high slope.

"drive!"

"drive!"

With a roar, Jia Lang's warhorse seemed to sense its master's overwhelming fighting spirit. It let out a long neigh, its hooves flying, and charged once again towards the densest core area of ​​the Xiongnu cavalry like an arrow released from a bow.

"Bang!"

With another loud crash, Jia Lang and his horse slammed into the enemy ranks.

This time, instead of wielding the heavy hammer, he used the immense momentum of his charging warhorse to launch the iron hammer like a cannonball.

Just as a Xiongnu cavalryman raised his scimitar, before he could even see the enemy's movements, he felt as if he had been struck in the chest by a battering ram.

His entire body, along with his leather armor and ribs, collapsed instantly. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, dying in mid-air. His blood left a mournful red trail in the air.

Immediately afterwards, Jia Lang flicked his wrist, and the heavy hammer drew a semi-circle in the air, whistling through the wind, and swept fiercely towards the three cavalrymen charging up from the left.

"Snap! Snap!"

That was the sound of bones breaking. The scimitars in the hands of the three cavalrymen were smashed to pieces, and half of their bodies were crushed and dented as they fell off their horses like broken sacks, where they were trampled into a bloody pulp by the hooves of the horses that followed.

"kill!"

Jia Lang withdrew the heavy hammer, his arm muscles bulging, and he twirled a blood-red crescent in his hand, shaking off the brain matter and blood clinging to the hammer's surface.

The blood splattered on his face did not make him look disheveled; instead, it added to his ferocious, hellish appearance.

Looking at the mountains of fallen Hun corpses all around him, and seeing the fear and retreat in the eyes of those usually arrogant Hu people, Jia Lang felt as if a volcano was erupting inside him.

The blood is boiling, burning, and roaring!

It was as if an infinite power surged from the depths of his dantian throughout his limbs and bones. His senses were amplified infinitely, and he could even hear the rapid heartbeat of his enemy and see the trajectory of the blade cutting through the air.

Combat power has surged once again!

If Jia Lang was a fierce tiger just now, then he is now a Tyrannosaurus Rex clad in heavy armor!

With each attack, a cavalryman was knocked off his horse.

Every step forward leaves behind a trail of wreckage.

In just a few dozen breaths, on the road paved with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Jia Lang was less than fifty paces away from the Xiongnu leader!

These fifty steps are the distance of death, and also the distance of glory!

"court death!!"

Upon seeing this, the Xiongnu commander on the high slope was terrified, but this was quickly followed by intense shame and indignation. His tiger-like eyes widened, bloodshot, like a maddened wild bull, and a low, beast-like growl escaped his throat.

"You little brat, you've gone too far in bullying me!"

Although he had heard many stories about Jia Lang's bravery, even describing him as a godlike figure, the Xiongnu leader considered himself the bravest wolf on the grassland. He had grown up on horseback, had torn apart wolves and fought bears, so how could he be afraid of a yellow-skinned two-legged sheep?

"Give me your life!"

The Xiongnu leader slammed his legs against the horse's flanks, brandishing the steel scimitar that had beheaded countless enemies, and charged headlong at Jia Lang with a strange cry.

He wanted to use the most primitive and bloody method to cut off this dry man's head to wash away his shame!

However, reality is often a million times crueler than dreams.