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

There wasn't much kinship among the Xiongnu people. The harsh natural environment taught them that only the strong could survive, and self-preservation was the only truth they believed in.

Of course, the Xiongnu people, who were still struggling to hold on within the encirclement, were unaware that their eldest prince had abandoned them like trash.

At this moment, in the center of the battlefield, Jia Lang was covered in blood, but his eyes shone with a frightening light.

His face was cold and stern, and his icy gaze swept over the group of Hun soldiers in front of him who were now like frightened birds.

come on!

Let's fight to our hearts' content!

Jia Lang, holding the heavy iron hammer weighing over a hundred pounds upside down with one hand, strode forward.

Blood droplets fell in a series from the sharp tip of the hammer, leaving a winding, scarlet trail behind him, like a venomous snake that had just devoured a human heart, its bloody tongue flicking.

As Jia Lang rode his green horse, he moved slowly forward with small steps. His posture was as straight as a javelin, and the chilling killing intent emanating from him actually broke through the encirclement of the Xiongnu. It was not the Xiongnu surrounding him; it was clearly him alone on horseback who regarded thousands of Xiongnu cavalry as mere chickens and dogs!

The Xiongnu soldiers stared at Jia Lang with bloodshot eyes, their understanding shattered by the scene of carnage they had just witnessed.

Only two words were exploding wildly in their minds:

demon!

This is an absolutely unkillable demon!

How could such a demon have emerged from among those two-legged sheep who only know how to kneel and beg for mercy in Daqian?!

Faced with the overwhelming encirclement of the Xiongnu, Jia Lang didn't even lift his eyelids. Without the slightest pause or hesitation, he suddenly swung his heavy hammer with one hand. The heavy iron weapon tore through the air with a sharp whistle, and once again pounced into the enemy ranks like a tiger!

His figure moved with the speed of a blood-red lightning bolt, rampaging through the Xiongnu army. Each swing of his hammer brought forth a spray of blood, accompanied by the crisp sound of bones shattering and piercing screams, weaving a death symphony on the battlefield.

Modu, who was retreating, reined in his horse and looked at the figure rampaging through the enemy ranks. He shook his head and muttered to himself, his heart filled with turmoil:

Does this "two-legged sheep" not know what fear is?

Are you not afraid of death?

Before him were not defenseless women and children, but Hun cavalry capable of drawing a three-stone bow!

In previous years, didn't the "two-legged sheep" of Daqian always run away with their heads in their hands when they saw Xiongnu warriors?

Why would such a person emerge nowadays?

First, fearless madmen launched a night raid on our supplies and killed the most valiant head of the Lan clan.

Now, this fiend has slaughtered thousands of Xiongnu warriors right before his eyes.

Could this person truly be the nemesis of the grassland tribes?!

Jia Lang, of course, was unaware of the turmoil in Maodun's heart. If he had known, he would have surely scoffed.

"I'm a time traveler."

"There's a cheat code!"

Unfortunately, even if Maodun heard the words "time traveler" repeatedly, he still couldn't understand their meaning.

Jia Lang spurred his horse forward with a powerful thrust of his legs, charging ahead like an arrow released from a bow. Before him, the Xiongnu soldiers surged, their heads clattering, their swords and spears forming a dense forest.

The heavy hammer in his hand transformed into a death whirlwind, smashing Xiongnu soldiers and their horses into mincemeat wherever it passed. No one could withstand its power!

Cavalrymen who collide with them die instantly, and infantrymen who come into contact with them perish instantly!

With each step, ten heads fall to the ground; truly, one step kills ten people, leaving no trace for a thousand miles!

Jia Lang advanced like a god of death, each swing of his hammer accompanied by a spray of blood.

After swinging his hammer countless times, his entire body was covered in blood scabs, like a demon pulled from a pool of blood, surrounded by the remains of Hunnic corpses!

Before long, Jia Lang fought his way through the enemy lines and reached the heart of the Xiongnu territory.

One man with a hammer stood amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, yet not a single person dared to take a single step forward!

Then Jia Lang suddenly looked up and locked onto the banner of Modu Wang. Seeing that the man was about to turn his horse and flee, his brows furrowed instantly, and he roared like thunder:

"The passionate young men of the Great Qian Dynasty!"

"exist!"

The surviving soldiers responded in unison, their shouts shaking the heavens!

"Follow me to slay the Xiongnu prince, Modu!"

Jia Lang pointed his heavy hammer at Maodun, his killing intent almost tangible, and his words were filled with endless arrogance and domineering power.

"yes!!!"

The soldiers roared in response, and then, using Jia Lang as the spearhead, they transformed into a black steel whirlwind, sweeping straight towards Maodun's location!

However, by this time, the Xiongnu leader Modu and his confidants had already mounted their warhorses and fled like stray dogs.

When Jia Lang broke through the obstruction and rushed closer, he could only see Maodun in the distance, turning into a black dot about to disappear.

"The warriors of the Great Qian Dynasty".

"Jia Lang!"

"I have prepared a gift for you in my tent. I hope you like it!!"

"Hahaha!!!"

Maodun's maniacal laughter drifted on the wind, filled with malice, smugness, and provocation.

After saying this, Maodun led his guard cavalry and rode away, leaving behind only a cloud of dust that obscured people's vision.

"You son of a bitch, you barbarian!"

"General, that brat escaped. Should we give chase?"

Li Tiedan, who was standing to the side, wiped the blood off his face. His eyes were filled with anger and resentment. After cursing loudly, he turned to Jia Lang and asked urgently.

"Don't pursue a cornered enemy; time is of the essence. Deal with the rats in the camp first, then retreat immediately!"

Jia Lang's gaze was as cold as ice as he stared intently in the direction Maodun had left. Then he turned to look at the Xiongnu army that was still gathering not far away and spoke coldly.

After saying this, Jia Lang quickly dismounted, swung his heavy hammer, and strode towards the royal tent like an iron tower, with Li Tiedan following closely behind.

Around the camp, the remaining soldiers were fighting back against the Huns who were trying to rush up. The clash of swords and the shouts of battle were deafening.

Jia Lang flung open the tent flap, and as soon as he entered, a strong smell of alcohol and a pungent stench of blood assaulted his nostrils, making him want to vomit.

Upon closer inspection, they found more than a dozen other Xiongnu tribal leaders lying haphazardly in the tent.

Some of the leaders had bluish-purple faces and were foaming at the mouth, clearly indicating that they were severely poisoned and in critical condition.

Several others had already lost their breath, lying stiffly on the ground like cold statues.

At that moment, Jia Lang instantly understood the vicious conspiracy of Modu and Touman Chanyu.

This is clearly a meticulously planned scheme to kill someone with a borrowed knife; it is a blatant and undisguised conspiracy!

Modu and Touman Chanyu attempted to use their own hands to eliminate those disobedient or disloyal tribal leaders, and then take the opportunity to subdue the Xiongnu people of these tribes, further consolidating their rule among the Xiongnu.

The ruthlessness of this scheme vividly demonstrates the cruelty of human nature and the struggle for power, which is simply outrageous!

However, looking at these poisoned Xiongnu people lying on the ground, Jia Lang felt no pity, only a cold, hard killing intent.

His purpose in this mission was to carry out a decapitation strike in order to stop the Xiongnu from attacking Yanmen Pass.

Although he failed to kill the Xiongnu Chanyu Touman, the deaths of so many tribal leaders meant that his strategic objective was achieved.

With the deaths of these Xiongnu tribal leaders and the burning of their food supplies, the plan for 100,000 Xiongnu to attack Yanmen Pass was completely thwarted!