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

A generous reward will surely attract brave men!

The Xiongnu soldiers, who had just been intimidated by Jia Lang's godlike and demonic aura and were cowering in fear, instantly turned bloodshot and red-eyed upon hearing the astonishing reward. Their boundless greed instantly overwhelmed their fear of death.

In an instant, countless Xiongnu soldiers surged forward like a flood bursting its banks. Rows of gleaming, sharp spears and incredibly heavy wolf-tooth hammers came rushing towards Jia Lang from all directions with a whistling sound.

Enemies are everywhere, and there is no way to escape!

Jia Lang let out a cold snort, and with one hand he directly lifted the tail of the heavy hammer, using it as a pivot, and his whole body spun wildly on the horse's back like a top.

The hammer seemed to be imbued with a soul in his hands, instantly transforming into a black whirlwind of death, carrying terrifying, world-destroying power as it swept across all directions.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of teeth-grinding, dull thuds rang out—the terrifying sounds of bones cracking and flesh exploding.

With his superhuman strength, Jia Lang's hammer was no joke when he swung it at people; a mere graze would cause injury, and a direct hit would be fatal!

Anyone who was even slightly grazed by that hammer wind suffered broken bones and tendons; they died instantly upon contact, without even having time to let out a scream.

In just a moment, a vacuum zone resembling a battlefield was forcibly cleared within a five-meter radius around Jia Lang, with the ground covered with mangled corpses and streams of blood.

Seeing their comrade convulsing on the ground, and the piles of limbs and dismembered bodies mixed with internal organs at their feet, the surrounding Xiongnu soldiers were utterly terrified. It was a deep fear of inhuman power that made them retreat step by step, their faces ashen.

On a distant high slope, Modu, seeing this, was immediately enraged and shouted in a fierce voice:

"Those who retreat will be killed without mercy!"

Although the Xiongnu soldiers were terrified, under Modu's cruelty and tyranny, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and launch another charge.

However, this time they were smarter. Instead of foolishly confronting Jia Lang head-on, they surrounded him in a huge circle, and countless gleaming curved blades recklessly slashed at the legs of the warhorse beneath Jia Lang.

Once the horse falls, the tiger, having lost its foothold, will also lose its teeth!

Seeing rows of menacing scimitars slashing towards the horse's legs, Jia Lang frowned, his eyes flashing with even more murderous intent.

"You beast, how dare you!"

With a mighty slam, he swept forward with his heavy hammer, crushing the chests of the Hun soldiers in front of him. They were sent flying like rag dolls, crashing into a large group of people behind them, their flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Riding on this unstoppable momentum, Jia Lang spurred his horse's flanks and, despite the hail of swords and spears, forced his way forward another ten meters. Wherever he went, men and horses were crushed, and no one could withstand his attack!

On a high slope not far away, the Xiongnu prince Modu reined in his horse and stopped. Looking at Jia Lang, who moved through the enemy ranks as if they were nothing, the initial contempt in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by the excitement and fervor of encountering a top prey. He couldn't help but think to himself:

"Such a fierce general exists in this world... If he could be of service to me, what great things could I not accomplish..."

At this moment, Maodun sat steadily on his tall, jet-black warhorse, his sinister, snake-like eyes fixed on Jia Lang's location, revealing not only his appreciation for his prey but also an undisguised greed and deep scheming.

"Jia Lang!"

Modu mustered his courage and shouted loudly like thunder.

Jia Lang, who was wielding a heavy hammer and fighting with great enthusiasm, covered in blood, heard the sound and slightly raised his blood-stained head. His eyes were like lightning, piercing sharply at Maodun, but his lips remained tightly closed, his proud spirit unyielding.

"Jia Lang, I know your name; you are a true man."

"Now you are at your wit's end. If you surrender now, I, as the eldest prince of the Xiongnu, guarantee your life!"

"When I inherit the throne of the Chanyu in the future, and even rule over your Great Qian Dynasty, I will surely enfeoff you as a king of a different surname, allowing you to enjoy the ultimate glory and wealth in this world, with power and beauty at your fingertips!"

Upon hearing these words of inducement to surrender, Jia Lang's lips curled into an extremely mocking smile. Then, his laughter grew louder and louder, sounding particularly jarring and arrogant in the deadly, blood-soaked night sky.

"You?"

"A mere son of a tribe who hasn't even secured power yet dares to plot a coup and become emperor?"

"I think you're still dreaming, in broad daylight! You little brat, do you think you're worthy to surrender to your grandpa?"

Humiliated in public by Jia Lang, Maodun's face, which had been wearing a fake smile, instantly turned so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip from it, as cold as the frost of the coldest winter month, and his intense killing intent was fully revealed.

"Those who refuse a toast will have to suffer the consequences!"

"Since you're so eager to die, don't blame me for being ruthless and ungrateful!"

Immediately, Maodun swung his arm violently, as if wielding a scythe of death, and shouted sharply:

"Go! Chop this arrogant brat Jia Lang to pieces! Turn him into mincemeat!"

At Maodun's command, the elite Xiongnu cavalry behind him, who had been poised to attack, suddenly let out a chilling, sinister laugh.

They swiftly raised their scimitars and spears, mounted their horses, and moved in perfect unison, transforming into a surging torrent of black steel, charging towards Jia Lang's lone hero with an aura of annihilation.

Originally, Maodun was still mindful of his father, Khan Touman's, admonition to "not fight head-on." But now, seeing Jialang wielding a heavy hammer as if entering an empty field, smashing several Xiongnu warriors with a single blow, the scales of ambition in his heart instantly tipped, and he began to plot his own insidious scheme.

He thought to himself: If such a brave and powerful person cannot be recruited, he will surely become a major threat in the future!

Since that's the case, the only option is to destroy it!

Moreover, among the various Xiongnu tribes present at this moment, there were not only warriors from his own tribe, but also many other tribes whose troops obeyed orders but not commands.

If, in full view of everyone, he could use Jia Lang to eliminate the other tribal leaders and warriors who disobeyed him, and then pour all the blame on Jia Lang, claiming that he died fighting to avenge his people...

Wouldn't it be natural for Maodun to become a tribal hero who avenged the tribal warriors and eliminated harm for the people?

At that time, wouldn't the remnants of other tribes be overwhelmed with gratitude towards Modu, bow down and worship him as their master?

In this way, he could even bypass his father, Khan Touman Chanyu, and win over the hearts and warriors of the various tribes in advance, paving the way for his future patricide and usurpation of the throne!

Thinking of this, Maodun's gaze toward Jia Lang became increasingly greedy and fanatical, as if he were looking at a rare treasure that could not only kill but also help him ascend to the pinnacle of power, even if this treasure was hot to handle.

"superior!"

"Send them all to me! At any cost!"

"Whoever takes the head of this two-legged sheep will have women, cattle, sheep, gold, and silver—everything they could want!"