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

"Nonsense! Get out of my sight!"

"What time is it? Stop spouting nonsense!"

"Do you think the Xiongnu Chanyu is a clay statue, standing there for you to chop down?"

"A mere eight hundred men think they can take the head of a general from among ten thousand soldiers? Do you really think you're some kind of god descended from heaven?"

Jia Ren stared wide-eyed at Jia Lang as if he were a madman, his dark face so grim it could drip water.

Faced with the general's anger, Jia Lang did not back down an inch.

He stood ramrod straight, his gaze fixed intently on Jia Ren:

"General, the quality of an army is more important than its quantity!"

"The key to victory lies not in bravery, but in strategy!"

"Besides..."

"Are there any other options right now?"

These words plunged the council chamber into dead silence once again.

"Step back! I'll pretend I didn't hear anything!"

Jia Ren looked at the young general who was half a head taller than him, closed his eyes wearily, and rebuked him in an icy tone.

"General!"

Jia Lang stepped forward and spoke again:

"Given the current impasse, do you have a better solution than this?"

"General..."

Jia Rengang was about to retort, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

Yes, is there any other way?

In today's battle, the Xiongnu clearly did not exert their full strength, yet Yanmen Pass was already in dire straits, with the city gates wide open.

What about tomorrow?

What about the day after tomorrow?

Can it survive until the sun rises in five days?

Can they hold out until reinforcements arrive in five days?

A long silence followed.

Jia Ren slowly opened his eyes, looked at Jia Lang's face filled with determination and wildness, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Lang-ge'er, how confident are you?"

"grasp?"

A bitter yet arrogant smile curved Jia Lang's lips.

If it were anyone else, even a seasoned general like Li Canjiang, facing such a certain death situation, they probably wouldn't have even a 50% chance of winning, or even any chance at all.

But Jia Lang possesses divine power and memories of his past life. He is 80% confident that he can return alive after this gamble!

Looking at Jia Lang's complex smile, Jia Ren felt a sense of absurdity.

Eight hundred men charged into the enemy lines; it would be a miracle if they could even see the Chanyu's face. And yet he dared to ask him how confident he was?

Thinking of this, Jia Ren shook his head self-deprecatingly and was about to wave him away.

"Fifty percent!"

Jia Lang's heavy and firm voice resounded like thunder in the hall.

"Fifty percent?!"

The generals in the hall were so shocked that their jaws nearly dropped to the ground, as if they had heard the biggest joke in the world.

Especially Lieutenant General Wang, who directly sneered:

"Deputy General Jia! Are you alright? You don't have a fever, do you?"

"Eight hundred men, going to kill the Xiongnu Chanyu who is guarded by tens of thousands of iron cavalry, and you're telling me you're fifty percent sure of success?"

"Do you think we're all three-year-olds, easy to fool?!"

The fact that a commander who beheaded tens of thousands of soldiers with only 800 men claimed to have a 50% chance of winning is utterly ridiculous!

"Deputy General Jia, do you know what nonsense you're spouting?"

Jia Ren, sitting in the main seat, also looked astonished, his brows furrowed.

"General, I am perfectly sober!"

Jia Lang's expression was calm as still water, and his tone was so indifferent as if he were talking about a trivial matter, yet it revealed a chilling arrogance and confidence:

"Give me eight hundred elite troops, and I am fifty percent certain I can cut off the Xiongnu Chanyu's head and hang it at Yanmen Pass!"

"General Jia, it's not that I, Old Xu, don't believe you, it's just that this matter is too bizarre..."

Even the usually honest and simple-minded Lieutenant General Xu scratched his head, his face full of disbelief.

Upon hearing this, Jia Lang did not offer any explanation, but merely glanced at the crowd indifferently.

The next moment, he strode to the center of the council hall and slammed his right foot hard onto the hard bluestone floor!

"Give me—a rip!!"

"BOOM!!"

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

To everyone's utter astonishment, the half-foot-thick bluestone slab was shattered by Jia Lang's single stomp!

Pebbles flew everywhere like bullets, and a deep pit appeared. Countless cracks spread wildly in all directions like a spider web, instantly covering the ground within a radius of one zhang!

"hiss--!!!"

All the generals in the hall gasped in unison, feeling their scalps tingle and looking at Jia Lang as if he were an ancient beast in human skin.

Jia Lang slowly pulled out his right foot, without even scratching the sole.

He dusted himself off, glanced around at his dumbfounded colleagues, and finally fixed his gaze on Jia Ren, speaking calmly:

"Is this enough?"

........

"Hurrah!"

"Hurrah!!!"

"I never imagined that Lang-ge'er possessed such astonishing divine power!"

As expected of a seasoned general who had fought on countless battlefields and crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Jia Ren quickly regained his composure after the initial shock.

He stared intently at the shocking, bottomless pit in the ground, his mind replaying the earth-shattering scene at the city gate like a revolving lantern.

For a moment, Jia Ren even thought he was seeing things because of his failing eyesight.

After all, mortal bodies have their limits, and human strength has its limits. How could one person possibly lift that giant, thousand-pound rammed car out of the way?

But now, looking at these ruins, he suddenly realized that he had greatly underestimated Jia Lang's abilities from beginning to end!

"General Jia, you...you're simply..."

"Is...is this still human power?"

"That's terrifying!"

None of the lieutenants and deputy generals had ever seen such a god-like or demonic scene.

They were so shocked that their jaws almost hit their toes. They stared in disbelief, swallowing hard, their fingers trembling as they pointed at the deep pit. They looked at Jia Lang, stammering, unable to even speak properly.

However, as the tide of shock receded, ecstasy exploded in everyone's hearts like wildfire.

With such divine power bestowed upon them, everyone felt their chances of winning against Jia Lang's extremely risky plan had increased dramatically, as if victory was already within their grasp.

"General Jia, how did you acquire such superhuman strength?"

"Could it be something she was born with?"

"I only knew that General Jia was brave and wielded an 88-pound hammer, but who would have thought he possessed such monstrous strength?"

"This is simply a reincarnation of a tyrant!"

"General Jia..."

"General Jia..."

"Smack!!!"

"Shut up, all of you!!!"

Just as the tent was bustling and noisy like a marketplace, Jia Ren suddenly slammed his hand on the mahogany armrest. His deep, angry roar was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, making everyone's eardrums ache.

The scene fell into a deathly silence. The generals were all trembling with fear, not daring to even breathe.

"Lang-ge'er, since you have such unfathomable confidence, why not tell us your specific plans in front of everyone?"

Seeing that the situation was under control, Jia Ren took a deep breath, his tone filled with barely concealed excitement and anticipation, and stared intently at Jia Lang.

"General, I intend to..."

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