Tang Dynasty: Starting with 3,000 elite cavalry, a bloody battle to retake the city.

"All troops, accelerate! We must reach the battlefield within one hour!"

Her voice was clear and sharp, like an ice blade, leaving no room for doubt.

The soldiers gritted their teeth and charged forward, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.

Just then, a personal guard rode up behind him, his voice trembling: "General... His Majesty's decree did not order you to rush to the aid of Dingzhou..."

Li Yingge's eyes turned cold as she glared at him angrily: "What? You want me to stand idly by and watch the entire Dingzhou be slaughtered and reduced to ashes?!"

"No, no!" The guard was sweating profusely. "General, we only have eight thousand men, while the enemy boasts a Turkic army of fifty thousand! It's too dangerous!"

This man was Li Jing's confidant.

Ostensibly an order to persuade the troops, but in reality, it was a ploy to protect the ruler.

Li Yingge was the only daughter of the old general, the lifeblood of the Li family, and the only concern of that war god in his later years.

Every one of her personal guards was a death squad handpicked by Li Jing.

I'd rather die than let her lose a single hair.

But Li Yingge never cared about any of that.

She sneered, raised her spear, and a cold glint flashed across everyone's faces.

"Uncle Liu, I understand your good intentions."

Her voice was softer, but sharper, "But don't forget—who I am."

"I am the Divine Might Female General!"

"Fighting on the battlefield is my destiny!"

"Even if my father himself tried to stop me from taking this path, he couldn't!"

"Moreover, I, Li Yingge, got to where I am today through bloodshed, not by begging and groveling!"

Her words were sharp and forceful, each one resounding and penetrating.

The name of the Divine Might Female General resounded throughout the eight wastelands and awed all directions.

Li Jing did indeed mentor her, but who can deny that if she hadn't possessed unparalleled talent, how could she have carved out a path to heaven amidst a vast army?!

Now that she had said these words herself, the guards around her dared not say anything more and could only lower their heads in silence, their hearts churning with turmoil.

"Wait—what's that noise?!"

Suddenly, Li Yingge's ears twitched, and her eyes turned cold.

The surrounding guards tensed instantly, their hands already on their sword hilts, exuding a murderous aura!

In the distance... the wind whips up the remaining clouds, and sand and dust whistle softly.

But in that wind, there were intermittent howls, mournful as ghostly wails, tragic as elegiac songs—

"The people of Dingzhou are all dead!!"

"Hahaha—we'll fight to the death until the blood runs dry!!"

"Your Majesty—have you seen this? This is the answer sheet from the people of Dingzhou!"

"Han boy! You're not from Dingzhou, why are you risking your life for us!"

"The soldiers of Dingzhou of the Great Tang Dynasty, today—they will prove their loyalty with their lives!"

"Hahaha...They're all dead...They're all dead..."

A cold wind brushed my face.

It felt like a red-hot iron blade scraping across their cheeks; everyone's eyes burned and their throats tightened.

That wasn't the sound of the wind.

That was the final cry of the battlefield, the roar of a soul before its demise!

Just by listening, one can see it—outside Dingzhou City, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the earth stained red, and the heavens closed their eyes!

Countless people had tears in their eyes.

In the instant that tears welled up in Li Yingge's eyes, her pupils suddenly contracted—

"The Han family brat?!"

Her heart pounded, and she blurted out, "Han Ye?!"

"Is it that Han Ye? He's really in Dingzhou?!"

"Who is he...and why is he there?!"

She bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled, her eyes both confused and sharp, as if tearing through layers of mist.

But the next moment, she suddenly raised her head, drew the long sword from her waist, and slashed it into the night sky!

"Charge!!"

"The general has ordered reinforcements to Dingzhou!!"

"Kill!! Kill!! Kill!!!"

Before the war drums sounded, the killing intent had already reached the heavens!

……

Dingzhou is located 30 li outside the city.

The battle is nearing its end.

Han Ye lost.

From the moment the people of Dingzhou rushed out of the city gates, the outcome was already predetermined.

Of the three thousand civilians, not one retreated; they all perished in battle.

Zhong Fang was struck by seven arrows, but before he died, he still clung tightly to the enemy general and rolled into the fire.

One by one, the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty fell, their corpses piled up like walls, and blood flowed like rivers.

In just half an incense stick's time, the Tiger and Leopard Iron Cavalry was reduced from three thousand to less than six hundred.

Everyone was wounded, and everyone was covered in blood.

Xiahou Dun roared as he slashed down a Turkic cavalryman, then turned to protect Han Ye, his voice hoarse as if tearing silk:

"Assemble! Everyone move closer to the general! Quickly!!"

Only the remnants of the army could still get close.

Han Ye leaned on his sword, panting heavily. His chest heaved violently, and each breath felt like swallowing a knife.

He is tired.

I really can't hold on any longer.

They can't kill anymore.

He turned to look at Xiahou Dun, his voice low and hoarse: "Yesterday on the city wall... what agreement did you make with Lao Lu and the others?"

Xiahou Dun paused, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes: "Those who are alive will collect the bodies of the dead, carry coffins and send them off to their funerals, and will never leave the corpses to rot in the wilderness."

Han Ye nodded, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"What if...they all die?"

"Who will collect our bodies?"

The air froze after those words were spoken.

Xiahou Dun remained silent, his hand gripping the knife trembling slightly.

Han Ye looked up at the sky, the wind ruffling his blood-stained hair.

The ghost mask on his face was already soaked in blood, mottled like a vengeful ghost.

He smiled.

His laughter was bitter, his laughter was desolate.

In the end—

There wasn't even anyone to collect their bodies.

……

The wind rises.

The wind blew over tattered battle flags, over piles of corpses, and over six hundred pairs of bloodshot eyes.

They stood, but looked as if they had already collapsed.

They are alive, yet like ghosts.

Six hundred men, wounded and exhausted, their faces stained with blood, seemed to be both crying and laughing.

No more charging, no more fighting.

Because they know—

There is no escape.

Opposite them, the Turkic army slowly closed in, their armor gleaming and their killing intent surging.

But they didn't rush to make a move; they just watched these lunatics with cold eyes.

A Turkic general sneered:

"A bunch of lunatics..."

"They clearly breached the defenses just now, giving them a chance to escape..."

"Why do you insist on coming back to your death?"

"Ha... Now, it can only rot in this land."

The Turkic general Huyan Zhuo grinned maliciously, his eyes fixed on Han Ye and his group, his mouth agape like a hungry wolf that had caught the scent of blood.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, filled with contempt and sarcasm.

In his view—

Han Ye, Zhong Fang, Lu Gen, Jiang Fuzi...

And those soldiers and civilians who fought desperately in Dingzhou City were nothing but a bunch of inflexible fools.

To die for one's country? How ridiculous!

And now!

Victory is within reach!

He was finally going to personally behead that masked general!

Huyan Zhuo grinned wildly, his voice booming like thunder: "All troops, heed my command!"

"Slay the traitor! Whoever takes the head of the Ghost-Faced General will be rewarded with a thousand pieces of gold and ennobled as a marquis with ten thousand households!"

"kill--!!!"

At a single command, the Turkic cavalry pressed forward like a dark cloud, their swords drawn, their warhorses neighing, their overwhelming killing intent crushing the remaining Han troops.

This is the final blow.

Han Ye and the others couldn't hold on any longer.

The wind and sand whipped up the tattered flag, and blood stained the earth.

Han Ye gripped the Azure Dragon Spear tightly, his knuckles turning white, his eyes burning with an inextinguishable fire.

Even if we are drained of blood and bones, we will never retreat a single step!

At this critical moment—

"kill!"

"kill!!"

"kill!!!"

A furious roar erupted from the distant horizon!

Those shouts were the voices of the Han people!

And the one leading them was actually a woman?!

Han Ye turned around abruptly, his pupils shrinking.

Not only him, but even Huyan Zhuo froze, turning his head away in disbelief.

Dust billowed into the sky outside Dingzhou Pass as a massive army surged forth like thunder!

"charge--!!!"

A red figure tore through the battlefield, like flames burning the sky!

Han Ye froze for a moment, then suddenly laughed and murmured, "Heh... the people who came to collect our bodies have arrived."

Xiahou Dun grinned, his body covered in blood but his heroic spirit undiminished: "Well done!"

"Good thing you came."

As long as we are still sons of the Han people, that's enough.

They... are really about to break down.

And the reinforcements arrived with the force of a mountain collapsing!

The woman at the head of the group, dressed in a scarlet battle robe that fluttered in the wind, held a long spear in her hand, exuding a heroic aura, as if she were a female war goddess who had emerged from the flames of war.

is her!

Li Yingge!

Li Yingge, the only female general of the Tang Dynasty, was a woman of unparalleled divine might!

She was too conspicuous.

Clad in blood-red robes, wielding spears like dragons, wherever they went, Turkic cavalrymen fell from their horses, none could stop them!

Under her leadership, the eight thousand soldiers fought with the ferocity of tens of thousands!

Before the banners even arrived, the killing intent was already overwhelming!

"It's her?!" Han Ye stared at the familiar red figure, his heart jolting.

How is that possible?!

This woman who was once engaged to him...

How did I end up here?!

Is this an imperial edict issued by Li Shimin?

Or...did she come on her own?

No, it's impossible.

He had torn that marriage certificate to shreds with his own hands long ago.

From then on, they had no further connection.

But now, she rode her horse straight into the center of the enemy lines, her target clear—

It was Huyan Zhuo!

"kill--!!!"

With a roar, Li Yingge's warhorse moved like lightning, his spear piercing the air, completely ignoring the enemy soldiers surrounding him, and went straight for the commander's throat!

Her eyes were icy cold, as if she had already locked onto her prey.

Huyan Zhuo's expression changed drastically, his anger surging: "Damn it! Damn it!!"

"Kill her! Cut off her head!!!"

He almost roared.

Just when victory was within reach, a woman suddenly appeared and disrupted everything!

They still dare to come straight at him?!

Enraged, Huyan Zhuo mounted his horse and personally led his elite troops to meet the attack!

I vow to kill this reckless woman on the spot!

Li Yingge's brows furrowed, showing no fear.

With a flick of his wrist, the spear flashed with a cold light—

"Bang!!!"

Gun tips against gun tips, sparks flying!

The two violent forces collided with a deafening roar, shaking the entire arena!

Ahead, a white figure tore through the blood mist, faster than lightning, and fiercely blocked Huyan Zhuo's path.

The figure, whose white robes were already soaked in blood, looked like a demon crawling out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Mottled bloodstains dripped down the edge of the armor, each step leaving a dark red footprint.

His face was covered by a ghostly mask, neither crying nor laughing, but his eyes were so cold they could freeze any murderous intent—

It's Han Ye!

It's that legendary Ghost-Faced General!

"Bang!"

Just as Huyan Zhuo was burning with rage and his blade was about to sever Li Yingge's head—

Li Yingge gave a cold laugh first.

She was contemplating whether or not to kill the old dog herself, to create a sensational opening act for her triumphant return.

But before she could even set off...

One person rushed into the deadly situation first.

Dressed in tattered white clothes, covered in wounds from which blood was still gushing, he staggered as if he might collapse at any moment.

But his gun never dropped.

He was faster, more ruthless, and more reckless than her, standing in front of Huyan Zhuo!

Li Yingge's pupils contracted sharply, her beautiful eyes widened, and she stared intently at the person.

—The Ghost-Faced General?!

Is that him?!

She traveled thousands of miles to Dingzhou, braving the flames of war, all to find this legendary figure.

The person is right here now.

She couldn't see the face behind the mask, but she could almost feel what was burning in those eyes—not fighting spirit, but obsession, a hatred that was etched into the very marrow of one's bones with a life-or-death commitment!

"So...it was you." She murmured softly, her gaze sharp as a hook, wishing she could tear off that mask and see the truth.

But Huyan Zhuo didn't care about any of that.

He stared at Han Ye, a vicious grin spreading across his face: "Oh? So you know you've had enough of living? You actually came knocking on my door, aren't you tired of dying already?!"

The tone was extremely contemptuous.

In his eyes, Han Ye was nothing more than a crumbling, dead man.

The army's continuous encirclement and suppression had long since depleted this iron cavalry into a shell.

It's a miracle that Han Ye is even standing here now.

But... even if he only has one breath left, he has to stand here.

It wasn't to save anyone.

Rather, it's because—

Huyan Zhuo's life can only be ended by his own hands!

Otherwise, all those Tiger and Leopard cavalrymen who fell in the yellow sand, all those Dingzhou soldiers who were buried on the border, and Zhong Fang's last cry of "General" before his death... would have become a joke!

"Heh... Hahahaha..."

Han Ye stood in a pool of blood, his body swaying like a candle in the wind, but his laughter was hoarse like a wolf's howl.

He raised his gun, pointing it at Huyan Zhuo, his voice broken yet each word sharp and resolute:

"Your life... doesn't belong to her."

"be mine."

"They belong to the countless souls who perished in Dingzhou!"

"You can't escape...not a single one of you can escape!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the world fell silent.

Hu Yanzhuo's scalp tingled, and a chill ran up his spine to his head.

That lunatic! He's a complete lunatic!

"Kill!!" he roared, his eyes bloodshot. "Crush him into mincemeat!"

Behind him, a thousand troops surged forward like a tide, their swords flashing like a forest, their killing intent soaring to the sky.

Han Ye gritted his teeth and swept his Azure Dragon Spear out to meet the raging torrent!

But he had already reached his limit.

Every bone and muscle was groaning, and every breath carried the stench of blood.

They had only exchanged blows for a few breaths—

"puff!"

A knife slashed across his shoulder blade, and blood spurted out!

Another shot grazed his waist and abdomen, tearing his leather armor apart!

He staggered backward, almost falling over, but his hands still gripped the spear tightly, refusing to retreat even a step!

Like a dying lone wolf, even with only one tooth left, it will pounce and tear off a piece of flesh from its enemy!

"This guy... is he insane?"

Li Yingge's heart jolted violently. Looking at the figure fighting bloodied and battling, she was momentarily lost in thought.

She could see it clearly—not just Han Ye, but Xiahou Dun and the others, all the iron cavalry wearing ghost masks were completely exhausted.

But they're still fighting.

Fight until bones shatter, fight until consciousness fades, fight until your last breath is on the enemy's face!

That belief, that almost blind loyalty... made her heart ache.

"You're the one courting death!" she shouted coldly, spurring her horse forward, her red robes billowing like flames!

She held a spear in her hand, its tassel as red as fire, and the spear cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound!

One man on horseback charged straight into the heart of the battlefield!

The title of Divine Might Female General is by no means an exaggeration!

In the blink of an eye, she had taken down three elite Turkic cavalrymen in quick succession, her spear thrusts as swift and decisive as a dragon!

Immediately, his gaze locked onto Huyan Zhuo—

My objective is clear: to take your dog's life!