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

At this moment, Jia Lang, who was in the center of the encirclement, was naturally unaware of the insidious and complex political schemes in Maodun's heart.

All he knew was that anyone who blocked his way should die!

The heavy hammer in his hand was already stained red with blood. Each swing carried the force of a thousand pounds, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks. He was like an ancient beast that had gone completely berserk. In this battlefield of carnage, no one could withstand the power of his hammer.

The heavy hammer drew black arcs of death in mid-air, accompanied by whistling sounds that tore through the air.

In a short moment, dozens more Xiongnu cavalrymen, along with their horses, were smashed into a bloody pulp and fell under his hammer, their scalding blood splattering across the ground like a fountain.

At this moment, Jia Lang was covered in blood, looking like a god of war who had just crawled out of the eighteenth level of hell, majestic and arrogant.

Seeing such a tragic scene, the commander of the Xiongnu cavalry who had come to provide support was enraged, his eyes blazing with fury.

In his deeply ingrained belief, the "two-legged sheep" of Daqian should obediently give up resistance like livestock, kneel on the ground and offer their necks for slaughter, allowing them to humiliate and cut them at will.

In Jia Lang's field of vision, he saw a Xiongnu cavalry commander, clad in fine iron armor and wielding a sharp scimitar, charging towards him alone with unstoppable momentum.

Seeing this, the other Xiongnu soldiers along the way wisely made way for each other to avoid being accidentally injured.

"Prepare to die!"

The Xiongnu cavalry commander, his face contorted in a ferocious grin, brandished his scimitar and, using the momentum of his warhorse, slashed fiercely at Jia Lang's head. The blow was powerful enough to shatter stone tablets.

Jia Lang didn't even lift his eyelids, completely ignoring the name of the general who came. He swung his hammer backhand and unleashed a violent blow, the force of which seemed capable of splitting the heavens and the earth!

With a deafening roar, the Xiongnu cavalry commander and his horse were slammed into the air by the terrifying force, flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

Upon landing, the immense inertia instantly killed several of the Xiongnu's own men who were unable to dodge in time.

The Xiongnu cavalry commander felt dizzy and saw stars before his eyes. Before he could react from the excruciating pain, a heavy hammer, longer and thicker than the scimitar in his hand, loomed down with the shadow of death.

"Bang!"

Another dull thud, like a watermelon bursting open, followed. The Xiongnu general's head exploded like a rotten tomato. He fell to the ground as a headless corpse without even a scream.

What a reckless and invincible brute!

The power of Jia Lang's hammer was truly astounding! This single blow not only killed the enemy general but also shattered the morale of the entire Xiongnu people, like an insurmountable mountain towering over their hearts.

At this time, Jia Lang and Maodun were still two hundred paces apart.

Jia Lang looked up at the eldest prince, Maodun, who appeared somewhat ferocious in the firelight, and silently calculated the distance of this deadly road in his mind.

He then continued his charge forward!

Possessing superhuman strength comparable to Li Yuanba of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, he was like a human meat grinder in the enemy ranks, invincible, like a tiger descending from the mountain into a flock of sheep, with no one able to stop his might.

Jia Lang looked around and saw that the ground was littered with mutilated Xiongnu corpses, discarded weapons and broken hammers were scattered haphazardly on the ground, and blood had completely stained the originally withered yellow earth dark red, as if it were a sea of ​​blood from hell.

And those Hun soldiers who were seriously wounded but not dead, missing limbs and broken legs, groaned in pain in pools of blood. Their voices sounded particularly mournful and desolate in the silent and chilling night sky, like the cries of ghosts.

Jia Lang's face was splattered with the enemy's blood, but not a single drop belonged to him, which made him look even more terrifying and horrifying.

The hundreds of Xiongnu soldiers in front of him were already completely terrified by his inhuman aura, and they were all trembling with fear.

As Jia Lang stepped forward, they retreated in terror like startled birds, some even dropping their weapons in fear.

At this moment, behind Jia Lang, the eight hundred soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty saw their commander so brave and capable of fighting against a thousand men, and their morale soared instantly. They followed closely behind Jia Lang, entrusting their backs to this god of war.

At this moment, even the distant Crown Prince Maodun finally sensed that something was amiss.

He originally thought he could overwhelm Jia Lang with sheer numbers, but he didn't expect it to be like handing him a free meal.

He immediately shouted loudly, ordering all the Xiongnu cavalry behind him to rush forward. At the same time, he instructed the other Xiongnu warriors to surround Jia Lang at all costs and to create a decisive situation to kill him.

Now, Jia Lang and his men faced an even more formidable thousand-man formation, interspersed with hundreds of elite heavy cavalry. They stood in a circle, shields like a forest, spears like thorns, forming an impregnable steel wall.

The Xiongnu kept gathering, desperately thickening their defensive lines, as if building a final line of defense against death.

The image of Jia Langna, like a god descended to earth, was deeply imprinted in the minds of every Xiongnu soldier. They had never seen such a brave and unreasonable Daqian person.

However, Jia Lang's attack was always directed in only one direction—to the location of the Xiongnu prince Modu!

This made the Xiongnu soldiers dare not slack off in the slightest, because they knew that if the eldest prince died, their whole family would be buried with him.

The Xiongnu people have always adhered to the law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak and the mighty are respected.

Now that Touman Chanyu, the current leader of the Xiongnu, has taken the throne, he has made them even more brutal and powerful, and naturally he will not easily allow Jia Lang to run rampant like this.

But this fierce and savage Daqian man, wielding only an ordinary heavy hammer, slaughtered their proud grassland warriors as easily as cutting melons and vegetables. How could this not chill one's heart and shatter one's spirit?

Seeing such a one-sided massacre, even the trusted general standing beside Maodun panicked completely. His face was pale, and he leaned close to Maodun, his voice trembling as he whispered:

"Your Highness, this man is beyond human strength to defeat. We must retreat now, or it will be too late!"

Upon hearing this, Maodun clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his flesh, and stared intently at Jia Lang, who was moving through the army as if it were nothing, not far away, with eyes like those of a hawk.

He had already learned of Jia Lang's prowess from his father, Touman Chanyu, but he thought that two fists could not defeat four hands.

In retrospect, we have probably underestimated this "two-legged sheep" of Daqian. It is nothing more than a monster in human skin!

But now that he was being forced to leave with his tail between his legs, he was truly unwilling. This was not only a matter of face, but also a blow to his ambition.

But seeing Jia Lang getting closer and closer, seemingly unstoppable, he knew that his remaining troops were simply not enough to stop this god of death.

Even if he immediately sent someone to request support from his father, Touman Chanyu, with the main force, it would probably be too late to help him in the end. Moreover, Touman Chanyu's previous agreement was to "let Jia Lang go and not fight him head-on." If he asked for help now, wouldn't he be contradicting himself?

Maodun gritted his teeth, his cheeks puffed out, and he silently weighed the pros and cons in his mind. In the end, reason prevailed over anger and resentment, and he squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth:

"We can't continue fighting, retreat! Get out of here!"

As Maodun was leaving, he gave Jia Lang one last deep look, his eyes filled with resentment at not being able to get rid of him, as well as a deep sense of apprehension and fear.

Then, without hesitation, he turned his horse around, squeezed his legs against the flanks, and prepared to ride away.

As for the remaining Huns who were still desperately trying to stop Jia Lang, he didn't even glance at them again and simply abandoned them.