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

On the other side...

Han Ye continued to ride slowly, his figure as sharp as a blade, approaching Jieli Khan's location step by step.

But his consciousness had already sunk deep into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Just as the rewards were announced, several new messages suddenly popped up on the system interface, densely packed with names of people awaiting review.

[Ding! The legendary Han general Li Guang has applied for reincarnation, awaiting host approval!]

[Ding! Upload of Li Guang's weapons completed. The [Soul-Severing Bow and Arrow] has been copied. Extract now?]

[Ding! The Han Dynasty general Lü Bu has applied for reincarnation, awaiting host approval!]

[Ding! Data for Lu Bu's steed, Red Hare, has been successfully synchronized. Retrieve?]

【Ding! ...]

One message after another popped up like a screen full of messages.

Han Ye's pupils contracted slightly.

Li Guang? Lü Bu?!

The moment those two names were uttered, the air seemed to freeze.

First came Zhao Zilong, now the Flying General and the God of War have returned...

He has become the ruler of reincarnation in the underworld.

Controlling the reincarnation of heroic spirits from a thousand years ago?

"When did I become the King of Hell?" Han Ye muttered to himself, his tone full of absurdity and shock.

Since binding himself to the system, he has only focused on using it and has never really studied how deep it is.

But now it seems...

This thing is probably a hundred times more terrifying than he imagined!

"If I can get back alive this time..." Han Ye narrowed his eyes, a cold glint in them, "The first thing I'll do is to dig up this system from top to bottom and see what secrets it holds."

Once the thought formed in his mind, he decisively issued the command:

"extract!"

boom--!!

The heavens and earth trembled.

The void tore open, and a faint light suddenly appeared!

The next instant, a longbow, entirely black and wreathed in malevolent energy, appeared out of thin air and fell into Han Ye's hands.

The bow trembled slightly, as if emitting a mournful cry, or perhaps a roar—it was the very same Soul-Severing Bow and Arrow that Li Guang used throughout his life of battle!

Immediately afterwards, a deafening neigh of a horse echoed across the plains!

Crimson flames surged forth from the void, and a magnificent Red Hare descended amidst the fire, its hooves thundering, its mane flying, and its eyes gleaming with ferocity!

Who is Li Guang?

The Flying General of the Western Han Dynasty was unparalleled in his archery skills, hitting the bullseye from a hundred paces away, and the Xiongnu were terrified at the mere mention of his name!

And what about Red Hare?

"Among men, Lü Bu; among horses, Red Hare," he roamed the world, invincible!

Today, these two things should only exist in legends—

One was carried on Han Ye's back, and the other stood proudly beside him, ready to tear the enemy apart at any moment!

Before the battlefield even opened, the killing intent was already there.

During the chaotic Three Kingdoms period, who didn't know the saying, "Among men, Lü Bu; among horses, Red Hare"?

Red Hare, the divine steed, can travel a thousand miles a day. Its neighing can split the clouds, and its treading is like thunder. Its combat power is unparalleled!

Han Ye mounted his horse, Red Hare raised its head and neighed, its four hooves in the air, its fiery mane dancing wildly in the wind.

He steadily carried the Soul-Severing Bow on his back, and with a flick of his wrist, the Azure Dragon Spear in his hand flashed with a cold light, and wherever the spearhead pointed, the world turned grim.

This moment—

He was like a war god descended to earth, his armor gleaming, his killing intent soaring to the heavens!

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, his whisper sharp as a knife: "You want me to die with some dignity? Ha... then I'll turn the world upside down!"

"Hahaha--"

A thunderous roar shattered the sky!

"The army sets off to take the Khan's head!"

At the command, Red Hare shot off like an arrow, tearing the earth apart! Xiahou Dun and the others followed closely behind, their blood boiling and their eyes burning with fury.

"I am willing to die for the general, kill—!"

"I am willing to die for the general, kill—!"

"I am willing to die for the general, kill—!"

Before a thousand troops even arrived, the mere sound of a few dozen iron-blooded warriors had already shaken the mountains and rivers!

They galloped away on horseback, as fast as thunder, in the blink of an eye—

Smoke and dust billowed ahead, and a murderous aura blotted out the sun!

The army of Khagan Jieli has arrived!

Hundreds of thousands of iron cavalry pressed in, their black hooves thundering and the earth trembling!

Before that massive army, dozens of figures stood proudly alone, their faces covered by ghostly masks, wielding sharp blades, and daring to laugh out loud—

"kill!"

"Hahaha! Those Turkic barbarians are nothing special, just a bunch of boils that will burst at the slightest touch!"

"That Huyan Zhuo of yours, after all that fussing, didn't he also lose his head?"

"With such meager abilities, you dare to lay your hands on my Han dynasty's land?!"

"Pooh!"

"You old dog, go back to playing in the mud, don't embarrass yourself here!"

The sarcasm was like a knife, every word piercing the heart!

If an uninformed person saw this scene, they would surely think it was a million-strong army pressing in, how arrogant!

But the truth is—

The ones shouting were just a few dozen masked soldiers!

Before them lay hundreds of thousands of Turkic cavalry, like a raging torrent, closing in step by step, their killing intent overwhelming!

Verbal provocations were intended to provoke the enemy leader.

And they did indeed do it.

Jieli Khan stood on the high platform, his face ashen, his eyes blazing with ferocity, his voice hoarse like the growl of a wild beast:

"Very good...very good! You have successfully angered me."

Trying to provoke my anger? Fine! Then let's see if you can handle it!

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly swung his arm, and his roar echoed across the battlefield:

"Attack! All troops, charge forward and slaughter these ants!"

boom!!

In an instant, the thunderous roar of iron hooves echoed, and the earth cracked open!

Countless cavalrymen surged like a black tide, their battle cries shaking the heavens!

"By order of the Khan, kill—!"

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves and the flashing of blades brought the shadow of death to the land in an instant!

After uttering their last curse, the masked soldiers turned and ran!

Provoking and then running away was part of the plan.

But the problem is—

How can a dozen legs possibly withstand a hundred thousand iron hooves?!

The Turkic cavalry were known as the best in the world, pursuing their prey with lightning speed, and closing in on them in the blink of an eye!

All around, there were dense, dark cavalrymen, so tight that they seemed to be closing their jaws like the gaping maw of an abyss!

The masked warrior stopped, looked around, and breathed heavily.

"They can't get out." Someone said in a low voice, their tone eerily calm.

The next moment, everyone laughed loudly, their laughter filled with no fear, only a burning fighting spirit!

"Can't get out? Then don't try!"

"Since we're going to die anyway, we might as well take a few others down with us!"

boom--!

Everyone turned around abruptly, drew their swords, and charged forward!

Opposite them were countless Turkic cavalry, swarming across the mountains like locusts, a dark mass that blotted out the sun, making one's scalp tingle and one's spine tingle!

"kill--!"

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

"Fight to the last breath, kill until the very end!"

"I am willing to die for the general, kill—!"

Blood splattered, staining the yellow sand red!

Swords clashed, and limbs flew everywhere!

But this was nothing more than a battle destined to end.

A few dozen people, facing an army of hundreds of thousands, were like moths drawn to a flame.

But they never retreated!

Even if I'm on my last breath, I'll still cut down an enemy!

Jieli Khan looked down coldly, a cruel smile curving his lips, and spoke each word slowly and deliberately, his tone as cold as frost:

"Starting with these masked henchmen... and moving on to your general, I will hang your heads one by one on the city gates as a warning to all!"

however--

"Buzz!!"

"Buzz! Buzz!"

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

A sudden, deafening sound rang out!

Under the pitch-black sky, several eerie lights pierced the long night, like shooting stars falling to earth, rapidly approaching!

The next second, Jieli Khan's pupils shrank sharply—in the darkness, streaks of light tore through the air, rushing towards them like ghostly shadows.

That wasn't light, it was an arrow! A jet-black arrow, carrying the shriek of death, pierced through the air!

"Pfft!"

"ah--!"

"Khan! There's an ambush!!"

Screams rose and fell, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Black arrows pierced through the skulls of the Turkic cavalrymen, pinning them to the ground. Their bodies convulsed as they fell, their horses neighing and stampeding in terror.

The battlefield froze instantly.

The masked soldiers and the Turkic cavalry who were fighting each other froze, even their breathing stopped.

Even the Khan of the Three Kingdoms was shaken by this sudden and deadly situation.

"Buzz—!"

A black light shot straight at his face!

His eyes widened, and a chill ran down his spine to the top of his head!

"Khan, watch out!" A guard behind him roared, leaping forward and shoving him aside.

"puff!"

Blood exploded!

The Soul-Severing Arrow pierced through the guard's head, splattering his brains everywhere. His body crashed heavily to the ground, his eyes still filled with resentment.

Khagan Jieli knelt on the ground, his hands trembling, his eyes bloodshot and burning, as he roared to the sky: "Who?! Who dares to touch my personal guards?!"

"Get out here, you son of a bitch!!"

Before the words were finished—

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A flash of firelight appeared on the distant hills!

Behind the dozens of masked soldiers, the earth seemed to crack open, and dark figures slowly walked in, exuding murderous aura.

The sound of hooves thundered, dust billowed, and hundreds of iron cavalrymen marched out in formation, each wearing a demon mask, their killing intent soaring to the sky!

The leader, clad in blood-stained black armor and holding a longbow, had eyes as cold as knives—it was Han Ye!

With a light touch of his fingertips, another arrow was released from the bow!

"Whoosh—Pfft!"

A Turkic centurion was shot in the head on the spot, and his body fell from his warhorse.

At that moment, the surviving masked soldiers, tears welling in their eyes, cried out hoarsely, "The general has arrived!!"

They rushed towards Han Ye like lost wolves finally finding their king.

As for Jieli Khan, he had gone completely insane.

He stared at Han Ye, his teeth grinding together, his voice hoarse like a wild beast's growl: "Ghost-faced General... I underestimated you! You should have died in Dingzhou, yet you've survived to this day... But this time, you are doomed!"

My heart is burning with rage!

From their first encounter in Dingzhou, he regarded this person as nothing more than an ant. Little did he expect that this ant would ruin his plans time and time again!

The fall of Dingzhou, the execution of Huyan Zhuo, and the annihilation of an army of 50,000... all of these events were caused by this masked man before us!

I wish I could devour its flesh raw!

"Chase him! Kill him without mercy!!" he roared, drawing his sword, his eyes bloodshot. "I'll tear him to pieces!"

Han Ye merely sneered, a slight upturn at the corners of his lips, remaining calm and composed.

This is the moment he's been waiting for.

Chase me? Go ahead and try!

What he wanted was never victory, but rather to stall—to firmly nail those hundreds of thousands of iron hooves to the road leading to the Wei River!

"Go!" Han Ye yanked the reins, and the warhorse reared up. He then turned the horse around and led the group in a swift retreat.

Before leaving, he suddenly raised his hand and shouted:

"Sing--!"

In an instant, hundreds of masked soldiers responded in unison, their roar echoing across the wilderness—

"On the frontier, masked soldiers!"

"Slay the Khan with my own hands, slaughter all the barbarians!"

"Crush the Turks, set the grasslands ablaze!"

"One day, we will storm the royal court!!"

Every word was like a knife carving stone, shaking mountains and rivers!

Jieli Khan trembled violently, his head exploded with a "buzz," his face turned purple, and his blood vessels almost burst!

Slay the Khan with his bare hands?!

To crush the Turks?!

Storming the royal court?!

This is a blatant humiliation! It's a provocation to trample him into the mud!

"Chase him!!" he roared like a madman, leaping onto his horse. "I, the Khan, will personally skin him alive!!"

"kill!!"

"kill!!"

"kill!!"

Hundreds of thousands of troops responded with a thunderous roar, their iron hooves thundering, stirring up clouds of yellow sand as they pursued the enemy like a torrent.

Amidst the mountain breeze, the strategist gazed at the departing black cavalry, sighed softly, and murmured:

"Khan...we've fallen into a trap..."

Jieli Khan has truly suffered a major setback this time!

But... the strategist's heart sank, and he couldn't dissuade him.

The Turkic ruler was now consumed by murderous intent, his eyes bloodshot. He was in no mood to listen to a single good word. The dignified Khan, leading hundreds of thousands of iron cavalry, was only chasing after a ghost-faced general—a mere few hundred defeated soldiers. He considered this a great disgrace!

Crushing them is just a matter of a snap of the fingers!

But the strategist knew in his heart that they couldn't afford to delay! They had to win a quick victory, take Han Ye's head, and immediately march south, heading straight for the Wei River! They absolutely could not give Li Shimin a chance to catch his breath!

"Boom—!"

The earth trembled violently, and smoke and dust billowed into the sky!

The Turkic army rolled in like a dark cloud pressing down on the city, their iron hooves thundering, as if the entire grassland was howling in despair! Their momentum was like a raging sea, crashing towards the lone boat that remained on the edge of the cliff!

On that lone boat were Han Ye and his hundreds of iron-willed soldiers!

A matter of life and death!

At this moment, the only way to survive is to escape!

escape!

Run away again!

Hooves kicked up sand and gravel as Han Ye charged ahead, his long hair whipping in the wind, roaring, "Everyone, follow me!"

His voice, like a knife slicing through the night, echoed in the wind: "You old scoundrel Jieli! You've forced me to this point today; one day I'll draw my sword and take your dog's head!"

Before the words were even finished, they had already pierced the enemy's eardrums with a gust of wind.

Upon hearing this, Khagan Jieli's expression changed drastically. He gripped the reins tightly, his eyes blazing with fury! His teeth clenched so hard they seemed about to crack!

How ridiculous!

The mighty Turkic army of 400,000 men was led by the nose by a few hundred defeated cavalrymen, chased wildly across the wilderness like rabbits?

If the people of the world heard about this battle, they would probably laugh their heads off!

But only Han Ye knew that they weren't running for their lives; they were dancing on the edge of a knife!

One slip and you're plunged into an abyss, leaving no trace of your body!

……

At the same time, in Chang'an City.

News came that the people of Dingzhou had been slaughtered, and blood flowed like a river!

Li Shimin's fingers trembled as he held the battle report, his eyes reddened, and a burning fire raged in his chest!

Peace talks? Delusion!

The Turks never considered the people of the Tang Dynasty as human beings!

Now, with the enemy approaching the Wei River and the arrow already on the bowstring, he has no other choice!

Ready the troops! Prepare for battle! Draw your swords!

"Report—!"

A thunderous voice boomed through the palace gates. Cheng Yaojin strode in, his voice booming: "Your Majesty! Fifty thousand elite troops are arrayed and ready to go! Forty thousand reinforcements from Longnan have also set out and will arrive in the capital in five days!"

Li Shimin frowned and slowly shook his head: "Five days later?... That's too late."

He looked up at the dark, cloud-covered sky outside the hall and said slowly and deliberately, "Jieli will reach the Wei River within two days."

"I cannot wait that long."

He stood up, his dragon robe fluttering, his eyes flashing like lightning: "So be it! What if there are fifty thousand men? At worst, we'll fight to the death! I'd rather die in battle than let Jieli set foot in Chang'an!"

Before the words were finished—

"Report!!!"

Another urgent report tore through the air!