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

"They've all been dealt with; not a single one has been spared."

Jia Lang coldly uttered a few words, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Upon hearing this, Li Tiedan and his men behind him sneered, drew their swords, and brought them down with swift, deadly strikes.

For a moment, blood splattered everywhere in the tent, but no screams came out. Only the dull sound of blades cutting through flesh was heard, which was terrifying.

After dealing with these tribal leaders, Jia Lang knew that the real impasse had only just begun.

Sure enough, not long after, deafening shouts and the sound of horses' hooves came from outside, as if a world-ending storm was about to break.

"Walk!"

Upon hearing this, Jia Lang immediately gave the order, then quickly left the tent and leaped onto his horse.

Upon hearing this, Li Tiedan and the others behind him acted swiftly, following Jia Lang's footsteps as they mounted their horses.

"Fight your way out!"

Seeing the increasing number of torches in the distance, Jia Lang, like a lion thoroughly enraged, charged forward, brandishing his heavy hammer, and like a tiger descending a mountain, fiercely attacked the Xiongnu people.

Wherever the heavy hammer struck, the Huns exploded and fell to the ground, their blood splattering all over their warhorses, as if they were wearing a thick layer of blood-red armor.

The soldiers behind Jia Lang were also fearless. They cooperated closely and used Jia Lang as their sharpest weapon, managing to carve a bloody path through tens of thousands of troops!

However, what made Jia Lang suspicious was that although the number of Xiongnu surrounding them was large, they seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally giving them a way out, as if leaving them an escape route.

But Jia Lang suddenly remembered the treacherous plot in the camp and immediately understood the reason, and couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

"What a clever scheme!"

"What a treacherous and vicious scheme!"

"They let us leave so that the other barbarian tribes can vent all their hatred on us, allowing them to reap the benefits and then absorb all the tribes!"

Thinking of this, Jia Lang's eyes hardened, and he roared like a hungry wolf:

"Everyone, follow me! Charge out!!"

As Jia Lang had predicted, he led the way, and wherever his horse went, the Xiongnu soldiers avoided him as if he were a plague, with only a few foolish ones rushing forward.

However, the result is always the same: death!

A quarter of an hour later, Jia Lang miraculously led the remaining two hundred or so soldiers out of the ironclad camp of tens of thousands of Xiongnu soldiers as if in a dream.

"General, we've broken through!!"

Looking at the desolate grassland ahead, where there was no one, Li Tiedan couldn't help but shout excitedly, his voice trembling with relief after surviving a disaster.

"Shut up!"

"Hurry up and get going, leave those barbarians behind!"

In contrast to the excitement and elation of his soldiers, Jia Lang remained frowning, his face grim, a strong sense of unease settling in his heart.

If he is right, the barbarian Chanyu will pretend to send a large number of Xiongnu cavalry to "chase" them, just to show other Xiongnu tribes his "proactiveness" and "determination to take revenge".

As Jia Lang had predicted, thousands of elite cavalrymen were following them closely on the horizon behind them, like the tail of a venomous snake that they could not shake off no matter what.

"Walk!"

Jia Lang and his men dared not linger for a moment and continued their frantic advance toward Yanmen Pass.

Along the way, Jia Lang led his troops to evade ambushes everywhere, fighting and retreating, enduring countless hardships, and everyone was wounded.

Finally, just as the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn, the majestic pass that resembled a coiled dragon—Yanmen Pass—came into view!

.......

The 29th day of the ninth month of the 13th year of the Qianyuan era in the Daqian calendar.

The setting sun was like blood, and the autumn wind was bleak.

Since Jia Lang staged that thrilling, life-or-death beheading operation the night before, two days and one night have passed in the blink of an eye.

For the past two days, the air at Yanmen Pass has been filled with the lingering stench of blood and the chill of death, and this evening...

At three-quarters past the hour of You (5:45 PM), a plume of dust finally rose on the horizon.

Those were 50,000 elite troops of the imperial court, personally led by Prince Teng, arriving outside Yanmen Pass in a flurry of dust and grime, like divine soldiers descending from the heavens!

However, when this battle-hardened cavalry of reinforcements truly saw the scene beyond the pass, everyone felt as if they had been struck hard in the chest by an invisible giant hammer. The dual shock to their vision and soul plunged the entire army into a deathly silence, which then erupted into an uncontrollable tidal wave!

Outside the pass, a magnificent "jingguan" (a mound of corpses) stood tall.

That's not a building at all; it's clearly a hellish place built entirely of corpses and death!

The mound of skulls rose into the clouds, radiating a nauseating crimson and a chilling aura of death under the setting sun. At the very top, more than ten heads of Xiongnu tribal leaders were firmly nailed to the ground, their expressions frozen in the instant of their deaths.

Some had ferocious faces with exposed fangs, as if they were still roaring madly before their death; others had their eyes wide open, their eyeballs almost bursting out of their sockets, showing extreme terror and despair, as if they were silently accusing the heavens of the terrifying nightmares they had experienced in their lives.

At the very top of that mound of heads, like a crown towering over ten thousand others, was a massive, headless corpse.

That was none other than the once arrogant Left Wise King of the Xiongnu, who was personally killed by Modu!

At this moment, although Prince Teng could not recognize the noble identity of the Left Wise King at a glance, this did not prevent him and his deputy generals from being shocked by the hellish scene before them.

The brutality and bloodthirstiness of the Xiongnu were known throughout the world.

In previous years, if the soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty could defend the city to the death in border wars, it would be a great achievement; if they could kill a thousand enemies in battle, it would be enough to make them famous in the army and become a basis for promotion.

But now?

The pile of heads in front of us must be thirty or forty thousand!

Thirty or forty thousand! What does that even mean?

This is almost a third of the Xiongnu army's strength in this southward march!

Those piled-up heads were no longer just numbers; they were more like a resounding slap in the face of all the Xiongnu people, while also announcing to the whole world.

The might of the Great Qian Dynasty is not to be trifled with!

"this..."

"How is this possible? How did they do that?"

A young captain stared wide-eyed, his voice trembling sharply with extreme shock, as if he had witnessed a divine miracle.

The real, still dripping black blood, mound of Hun heads pressed down on everyone's heart like a mountain, shaking their souls and almost shattering their reason.

"General, this...this mound of skulls must contain the heads of over 30,000 Xiongnu, right?"

The trusted lieutenant beside Prince Teng swallowed hard, his eyes filled with horror, and even the hand holding the reins was trembling slightly.

"I'm afraid...it's more than that."

Wang Ziteng took a deep breath of the cold air, slowly shook his head, and his eyes revealed an unprecedented solemnity and deep thought.

He was a veteran of many battles and knew all too well how terrifying the Xiongnu cavalry were.

They were a nomadic people, swift as the wind, skilled in archery and horsemanship. When the Daqian cavalry encountered them on the plains, they were often left with no choice but to be attacked. To catch up with them and annihilate them was simply a pipe dream.

But now, a mountain of corpses has appeared out of nowhere at Yanmen Pass!

What kind of extraordinary tactics were used behind this?

Wang Ziteng's curiosity reached its peak at this moment.

Little did he know that this battle to defend the city was not about fancy troop deployments at all; it was all about the most primitive, savage, and insane violent crushing!

If we have to talk about tactics, then Jia Lang alone, with one horse and one hammer, single-handedly cut through tens of thousands of troops!

This is an almost mythical and insane act.

Under normal circumstances, if ten thousand Xiongnu cavalry stood there, each of them could drown a Han general with a single spit.

The reason for this scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood is entirely due to the arrogance of the Xiongnu people.

They looked down at the seemingly frail "prey" as if it were an ant, never expecting that this "prey" was actually an ancient ferocious beast wearing human skin, which bit their throats in one bite!

If this battle could be fought again, the Xiongnu would never give Jia Lang another chance.

But there are no "what ifs" in this world. This "tactic" of turning the tide with the strength of one person is Jia Lang's absolute power, a myth that no one can replicate!