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

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the Xiongnu centurion didn't even have time to scream before half his head, along with his armor, was smashed to pieces, splattering red blood and white fluid all over Jia Lang's face.

Jia Lang didn't even wipe it away, letting the warm blood flow down his cheeks. He suddenly turned around, like a blood-soaked demon, raising his blood-stained hammer and letting out a deafening roar at the densely packed enemy troops below the city:

"Soldiers! Follow me and kill!!!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

This roar was like a thunderclap exploding on the city wall.

Seeing Jia Lang smash the enemy chieftain with a single blow, the Ming soldiers, who were originally afraid of battle, felt a surge of adrenaline rush to their heads, and their fear was instantly replaced by a fervent fighting spirit!

Seeing the morale surge soar, Jia Ren loosened his grip on the sword hilt slightly and secretly let out a long breath.

What a Jia Lang!

While leading from the front is a major taboo in military strategy, it is also the best way to boost morale!

At this moment, Jia Lang is the pillar of stability at Yanmen Pass!

"Pour the golden juice—!!"

Just as the enemy began to erect ladders to climb, Jia Ren's cold and ruthless command rang out once again.

A nauseating stench, as if it came from the deepest hell, instantly filled the air.

A group of cooks, their mouths and noses already covered with damp cloths, came up carrying large pots steaming hot.

What was bubbling in that pot was not golden broth, but boiling excrement water, which was also mixed with highly poisonous snakes, insects, rats, and arsenic!

"fall--!!!"

As Jia Ren swung his command flag down, basins of scalding, foul-smelling "golden juice" poured down from the city walls like yellow waterfalls.

"Splash—!"

The golden liquid, like ferocious yellow venomous snakes, carrying a temperature high enough to scald flesh, accurately pounced on the Huns who were climbing the cloud ladder.

"ah--!!!"

"My eyes! My face!"

The moment the golden liquid touched the skin, an extremely shrill scream erupted. The sound was unlike anything a human could make; it was more like the wailing of a vengeful ghost being tortured in hell.

The Huns who were drenched instantly dropped their weapons, their faces ulcerated, and their flesh peeled off like mud. They struggled frantically on the siege ladder, then fell heavily to the ground, rolling around desperately until they were covered in blood and gore, and finally died in extreme pain.

The air was filled with the nauseating smells of burning, fishy, ​​and roasted meat.

This wave of "golden juice" directly halted the Hunnic offensive.

The Xiongnu soldiers below the city looked at the pots of steaming liquid and finally showed fear in their eyes—an instinctive dread of such cruel defensive equipment.

Jia Lang coldly observed the hellish scene of suffering for all living beings, and as he looked at the basins of foul-smelling molten gold, his heart remained icy and clear:

"So this is an ancient biological weapon..."

"The Golden Juice for Defending the City, though filthy and disgusting, is the most effective method of killing at this time."

This is no golden liquid at all; it's clearly boiled excrement mixed with poison!

The scorching heat combined with the deadly poison means that once it gets on your skin, armor will offer no protection, and the wound will quickly become infected and fester.

In this era of poor medical conditions, if someone was splashed with water, even if they didn't die, they would suffer endless pain and wait for death to come.

Although this method is disgusting and inhumane, it is a life-saving treasure on the battlefield where those who are not of our kind are bound to have different intentions!

At this moment, the fighting below the city wall continued, with screams, curses, and the sound of drums and gongs intertwining to create a tragic and heroic death song.

......

"Kill them all!!"

The earth-shattering shouts of battle seemed to tear the sky apart completely, and the hot, bloody sprays forth like a babbling brook, instantly turning this vast and desolate land into a shocking dark red.

The Xiongnu soldiers, like a pack of hungry wolves crawling out of hell, carried long ladders, their eyes bloodshot, and frantically climbed up the towering city walls.

The surging momentum was like a black, towering wave, determined to completely submerge and devour this isolated pass.

Holding the heavy iron hammer weighing eighty-eight jin, Jia Lang stood at the forefront of the storm, his eyes as cold and stern as ancient ice, yet carrying a resolute determination to face death, like a war god descending to earth.

He wielded his heavy hammer expressionlessly, each heavy blow accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of bones shattering, precisely and cruelly reaping the lives of the Huns who had just climbed onto the city walls.

The heavy hammer seemed to be imbued with a soul in his hands, transforming into the scythe of death, ruthlessly piercing every enemy who dared to offend it with a whistling sound and unparalleled fierceness.

"Get the hell out of here!"

Jia Lang roared hoarsely, his furious shout like rolling thunder, echoing through the sky and making people's eardrums ache.

He suddenly exerted force in his waist and abdomen, his veins bulging, and forcefully pushed over another ladder that had just been placed on the battlements.

"ah--!"

The Xiongnu soldiers on the siege ladder let out mournful and desperate screams, struggling wildly in mid-air like kites with broken strings, before crashing heavily to the ground and turning into a pile of flesh.

This is already the umpteenth cloud ladder that Jia Lang has personally toppled.

At this moment, he was like a tireless, never-ending fighting machine.

Wherever Xiongnu soldiers climbed the city walls, there he was, swift as a ghost and steady as Mount Tai.

The prolonged, intense fighting gradually numbed his nerves, but his desire for victory only grew stronger.

Taking advantage of this brief respite, Jia Lang gasped for breath, trying to calm his lungs, which felt like they were about to burst.

At the same time, he subconsciously looked down, and just that one glance made his heart, which had just calmed down, tighten suddenly, and his pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints.