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

Meanwhile, dozens of miles away in the wilderness, in the Asura Battlefield where Jia Lang was located.

"Lan Danghu has fallen!"

"The son of the Lan clan leader is dead!"

This terrifying news, like a gust of icy wind, swept across the entire battlefield where battle raged.

Every Xiongnu cavalryman who heard the news froze, their eyes instantly filled with boundless terror, the ferocity they had shown earlier replaced by fear.

Under the glow of the blazing torches and the firelight, Jia Lang's blood-stained figure was stretched out extremely long. He stood alone amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, yet he resembled an insurmountable, towering peak, exuding an aura of domineering confidence that said, "Though there be thousands of people, I will go forth."

Jia Lang's cold, piercing eyes were fixed on the trembling Xiongnu wolf riders before him. The heavy hammer in his hand, already stained with blood and flesh, was dripping thick blood.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Jia Lang remained expressionless as he approached step by step.

With each step he took, it seemed as if he were stepping on the heart of the Xiongnu, forcing them to spur their horses and retreat in disarray until they had nowhere left to go and their backs were pressed against the heads of their companions' horses.

Finally, in despair, a resolute glint flashed in the eyes of a Xiongnu squad leader, who roared in broken Chinese:

"Lan Danghu is dead!"

"If we don't kill this man, we'll face death even if we go back!"

"Warriors of the grasslands!"

"Kill him!"

"Avenge Totoko!!"

This hysterical shout was like a spark thrown into a haystack, instantly igniting the last vestiges of the Hunnic people's fighting spirit!

At this moment, fear was overshadowed by the rage of revenge and the desire to survive, replaced by a desperate and frantic struggle.

Upon seeing this, Jia Lang raised his eyebrows slightly.

Although he couldn't understand the incomprehensible gibberish, he could tell from the renewed ferocity in the eyes of the surrounding Xiongnu cavalry that they were ready to fight to the death.

"A cornered beast's struggle is nothing more than that of a clay chicken or a clay dog."

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Jia Lang's lips, his gaze sharp as lightning, instantly locking onto the arrogant squad leader.

"Since you're the loudest, then we'll use you as a sacrifice!"

Jia Lang snorted coldly, flicked his wrist, and threw off the pieces of flesh and limbs hanging from the heavy hammer. He charged into the enemy ranks again like a raging Tyrannosaurus Rex!

A new round of fierce fighting has erupted.

The Xiongnu, who had been terrified by Jia Lang's attack, actually managed to temporarily halt the offensive thanks to their savage desire for revenge.

However, in the face of absolute power and skill, so-called courage is nothing but a joke!

Faced with Jia Lang's unstoppable hammer, which was like a tiger descending a mountain, their courage, which they had just mustered, burst like soap bubbles the moment they made contact!

This was not a battle; it was a one-sided massacre!

Wherever Jia Lang went, the wind howled and the sound of bones and flesh shattering was incessant.

Men and horses were thrown about, limbs and severed bodies were scattered everywhere, and black blood flowed into streams, staining the withered grassland a shocking sight.

At this moment, Jia Lang was surrounded by mountains of corpses behind him and a muddy, bloody sea beneath his feet. He was like a god of death emerging from the depths of hell, reaping one fresh life after another.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe an hour, maybe longer.

Jia Lang finally stopped his mechanical hammer swinging motion, feeling his arms aching and as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes, covered in blood scabs, sweeping over the few remaining Hun soldiers who were panting heavily.

Then, a bloodthirsty and arrogant smile appeared on his lips.

To the surviving Huns, that smile was more terrifying than the demons of the deepest hell!

"devil...."

"He's not human! He's a devil!"

"You can't kill him! Run!"

The Xiongnu cavalrymen in the front row completely collapsed. Their scimitars clattered to the ground, and they turned their horses around, screaming incoherently.

"escape!"

"Run! Mommy!!"

Someone shouted something that cracked the voice, and instantly, the encirclement collapsed. The remaining Xiongnu, like frightened wild dogs, abandoned their armor and fled frantically in all directions, wishing they had two more legs!

Jia Lang coldly watched the fleeing soldiers, without giving chase.

His warhorse had already collapsed and died from exhaustion in the fierce battle, and now, with only two fleshy legs, it was no match for the four-legged warhorse.

He stood there like a statue, leaning on the heavy hammer, until a quarter of an hour later, when he was sure the dark figures had completely disappeared on the horizon, he finally let out a long sigh.

"Clang—"

The heavy hammer was released from his hand and plunged deep into the frozen soil.

Jia Lang staggered suddenly and almost fell over.

The nerves that had been sustained by a murderous intent suddenly relaxed, and a wave of excruciating exhaustion washed over him. His hands and legs felt as if they no longer belonged to him, and he trembled violently uncontrollably.

A moment later, Jia Lang looked around at the scene of carnage, blood flowing everywhere, and smelled the nauseatingly strong stench of blood in the air.

He took a deep breath of the cold, sweet-smelling air, then tilted his head back, facing the vast night sky, and burst into wild laughter:

"Hahahaha....Hahahaha...Hahahaha!"

The wild laughter echoed across the vast, desolate grassland, startling countless night owls.

Jia Lang had never felt so exhilarated!

At this moment, he transformed all his exhaustion, all his fear, and all his pain into this unrestrained laughter, releasing it completely!

Won!

He won!

He single-handedly held off thousands of cavalry!

...

Yanmen Pass, below the North Gate.

The night was as dark as ink, and the air was bitterly cold.

As dawn approached, no light was yet visible on the horizon; only a deathly silence enveloped the city walls.

Li Tiedan knelt on the cold bluestone slab as if he had lost his soul, his eyes vacant and unfocused.

The tragic and desperate scene kept replaying in his mind like a revolving lantern:

Thousands of Xiongnu cavalry, like a black tide, roared and howled, following the general's figure.

The billowing dust obscured the sun, and the deafening shouts of battle seemed to still echo in our ears, but in the end... that figure was like a stone thrown into the sea, leaving no trace, not even a ripple.

That despair was like an invisible hand, gripping Li Tiedan's heart tightly, making it difficult for him to even breathe, and causing him excruciating pain.

As the commander-in-chief of Yanmen Pass, Jia Ren stood in the shadows not far away, watching Li Tiedan and the others looking as if they had lost their parents. He felt a mix of emotions and sighed inwardly.

In this brutal battlefield, accidents are like the tongue of a venomous snake, ready to strike at any moment and deliver a fatal blow.

War is a meat grinder that devours lives; death is a constant companion.

Even if he were to die on the battlefield one day, Jia Ren wouldn't find it strange.

He slowly walked to Li Tiedan and the others, forcibly suppressing the bitterness in his heart. His voice was low and hoarse, yet carried an undeniable iron will:

"stand up!"