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

The two horses clashed in a flash.

The Xiongnu leader's scimitar was still drawing an arc in mid-air, not even touching the hem of Jia Lang's clothes, when Jia Lang's heavy hammer had already struck first.

That hammer blow, without any fancy movements, only extreme speed and immense power, struck the Xiongnu leader's chest armor with unparalleled precision, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole.

"clang--!!"

A crisp yet extremely piercing metallic bang suddenly rang out, as if a gong had been struck hard by a giant hammer right next to someone's ear, causing the eardrums of several cavalrymen nearby to rupture and blood to flow from their seven orifices.

That was the sound of the breastplate being struck hard!

Immediately afterwards, the Xiongnu commander felt an irresistible force penetrate through his double-layered iron armor and slam into his chest.

"puff!"

He was like a rag doll hit by a crossbow bolt, instantly losing control of his body and flying sideways off his warhorse.

That's right, it was flying horizontally! The person and armor flew several meters away!

Upon seeing this, Jia Lang frowned slightly, thinking to himself, "What a pity!"

In that instant, with the Xiongnu elite troops swarming all around, Jia Lang couldn't possibly focus all his attention on Dang Hu alone.

To guard against the hidden blades around him, Jia Lang only used three-tenths of his strength when he swept the hammer towards Danghu.

I originally thought that three-tenths of my strength would be enough to shatter the heart of this chieftain, but who would have thought that this guy would be so terrified of death!

He wore heavy lamellar armor on the outside, and inside he even had a bronze breastplate as thick as a finger!

This blow, though it didn't kill him, was enough to give him a hard time.

Just as Jia Lang knocked Dang Hu away, the Xiongnu guards, whose eyes were already bloodshot, swarmed around him like a tide. Dozens of curved swords, carrying the cold wind of hatred, slashed at Jia Lang's back and horse's legs.

Faced with this spiderweb-like attack from all directions, Jia Lang had no choice but to use his lightness skill to leap off his horse to dodge.

But his warhorse was not so lucky.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The sound of sharp blades piercing flesh rang out repeatedly as the Huns' scimitars struck their warhorses relentlessly.

Horse blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly turning the warhorse red.

"hiss--!!!"

The warhorse let out a mournful, piercing cry—its final, desperate cry.

Then, its massive body crashed to the ground, its four hooves twitching violently involuntarily, clearly indicating that it was about to die.

On the other side, the Xiongnu commander who had fallen to the ground suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with thick phlegm.

He struggled to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at Jia Lang who had fallen to the ground not far away, his eyes filled with the terror of surviving a disaster and a deep-seated hatred.

Just a little bit.

It was so close!

If it weren't for the breastplate that was taken from the dead, and if it weren't for this double-layered heavy armor, he would probably be a cold corpse by now.

Even so, the Xiongnu leader felt as if a huge boulder weighing a thousand pounds was pressing on his chest, his internal organs were churning, and every breath was accompanied by excruciating pain.

"Wow--"

A sweet taste filled his mouth, and strands of blood slowly trickled from the corner of his lips, dripping onto the withered grass.

At this moment, the situation on the battlefield became increasingly tense, and could even be described as extremely dangerous.

Jia Lang lost his warhorse, which meant he lost his mobility.

He was surrounded by hundreds of Xiongnu cavalrymen, with Xiongnu figures galloping and darting back and forth all around him.

These barbarians were like a group of sharks that had smelled blood, wildly brandishing their scimitars and launching repeated charges, trying to exhaust and kill Jia Lang with sheer numbers.

"ha!!"

Faced with the overwhelming encirclement, Jia Lang showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he let out a deafening roar.

This roar, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, startled several warhorses, causing them to stumble and run wildly.

Jia Lang's eyes widened in fury, the veins on his temples throbbing like snakes. He tightened his grip on the heavy hammer and instead of retreating, he advanced, plunging into the enemy ranks like a nail!

The heavy hammer, like a black dragon emerging from the sea, thrust straight out!

No one could withstand the power of Jia Lang's attack!

The dark iron hammer instantly pierced the chest of a charging Xiongnu cavalryman, passing right through him and his armor.

Before the cavalryman could even scream, he was carried away by the immense kinetic energy and impaled on the head of another cavalryman's horse.

Jia Lang moved with lightning speed; with a flick of his wrist, he drew his heavy hammer, sending a spray of blood flying.

He then followed up with a lightning-fast side kick with his left foot, striking the terrified cavalryman squarely in the chest.

"Bang!"

The cavalryman drew a strange arc in the air and crashed heavily into his companions behind him. The enormous impact caused all three of them to break bones and fall to the ground, horse and all.

Every single shot!

Every kick!

They all possess overwhelming power! They all carry the unwavering determination to kill!

Anyone struck by Jia Lang's heavy hammer would have a hole the size of a bowl appear in their chest.

Anyone who was kicked by him suffered broken bones and vomited blood.

In just a few breaths, a clearing was once again cleared around Jia Lang.

At this moment, he was soaked in the enemy's blood, red from head to toe, like a war god who had just emerged from a blood-soaked hell.

Thick drops of blood dripped slowly down his clothes, hair, and arms, pooling into a small pool at his feet, reflecting his cold, murderous eyes.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts, the Xiongnu commander, who had just been helped onto a spare warhorse, saw this scene and his eyes instantly became bloodshot, his eyes almost bursting.

anger!

Unwilling!

fear!

Intertwined, they almost burned away his reason.

He had only been distracted for a moment, and had only coughed up blood, yet Jia Lang had already killed dozens of his most elite warriors!

That's a master archer!

Each one is a precious treasure of the tribe!

"Get out of the way! All of you, get out of the way!"

The Xiongnu leader let out a hysterical roar, as if he had gone mad.

He rode his warhorse, raised his scimitar high, and charged down like a tiger descending a mountain, heading straight for the blood-red figure in the center of the battlefield.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding Xiongnu cavalry dared not disobey and quickly made way for them.

The Xiongnu commander rushed to Jia Lang in just two breaths.

At this moment, he had lost his composure and was filled with murderous intent.

Just as Jia Lang kicked a cavalryman away, he sensed an ominous gust of wind overhead and suddenly looked up.

Gazing at the enormous black shadow and the flashing blades before him, Jia Lang's lips curled into a cruel, cold smile. He thought to himself:

"Well done! I've been waiting for you!"

This time, Jia Lang did not dodge.

His feet sank into the ground, his breath settled in his dantian, and his feet seemed to take root in the soil, as stable as a rock.

Facing the charging warhorse, he swung his heavy hammer with a sudden, thunderous sound, aiming not at the man, but at the horse's leg!

"Snap!"

A sickening cracking sound rang out as the front hoof of the Xiongnu warhorse beneath the commander was smashed off.

The immense inertia caused the warhorse to lurch forward, catching the Xiongnu rider off guard. He was thrown off like a rolling gourd, crashing heavily onto the muddy and blood-soaked ground. He looked utterly disheveled, his helmet flying off and his hair disheveled, resembling a vengeful ghost.

Before he could even get up, a huge, iron-like foot had already covered his field of vision.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jia Lang stepped forward and stomped hard on Dang Hu's head, crushing it as if he were stepping on a cockroach.

"Bang!!"

A muffled thud, like a ripe watermelon being smashed by a heavy hammer.

The Xiongnu leader's head exploded instantly, red and white brain matter and blood splattering everywhere, splashing all over Jia Lang's trouser leg.

This scene was as if time had stood still.

The Xiongnu cavalry who had been shouting and yelling all around, including the wounded soldiers who were still groaning on the ground and not quite dead, were all terrified when they saw this scene. Their faces turned ashen, and their souls seemed to leave their bodies.

Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, taking a step back in unison, their scimitars trembling.

The scene where Jia Lang withstood the charge of the warhorse, even smashing the horse's leg with a hammer and crushing the head of the servant with a stomp, was incredibly visually impactful!

That wasn't just murder, that was torture!

It was an overwhelming force!

This scene is deeply etched into their souls, becoming a nightmare they can never shake off for the rest of their lives.

They stared at the man standing atop a pile of corpses, covered in blood, with a headless body beneath his feet. Their eyes held no more ferocity, only boundless fear and awe.

It was as if what they saw was not a human, but a god of death who had come from ancient times, an indescribable and terrifying being.

The wind stopped.

On the battlefield, only the man's heavy breathing and the chattering of countless Huns remained.