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

Meanwhile, outside Youzhou.

In a remote village, people who had fled Youzhou huddled together.

They originally intended to head to Dingzhou and then return to Chang'an.

But I never expected—

Before they even reached the border, they were surrounded and killed by Turkic cavalry.

Torches lit up the sky, and horses neighed.

The barbarian general stood on the high slope, grinning like a wolf: "Hahaha... the two-legged sheep, finally caught!"

The glint of the blade reflected in the blood-red setting sun, drawing ever closer.

"Surround them! Leave no one alive!"

"The general has given the order—massacre the entire city of Youzhou, even the chickens and dogs must be executed!"

"Kill them all, the women are still useful, keep them, hahaha—"

Horse hooves pounded the setting sun, muffled thuds echoing across the scorched earth, growing louder as they approached.

Immediately afterwards, the extremely arrogant and ferocious laughter of the Turkic barbarians surged from all directions, like the low howl of a wolf pack before a hunt.

Jiang Wen, the governor of Youzhou, was terrified, as if struck by lightning!

They've arrived!

Those Turkic beasts who were massacring the city of Youzhou finally caught up with them!

"All troops prepare for war!"

Jiang Wen roared, his voice tearing through the wind and sand.

He stepped forward and stood before the crowd. The long sword at his waist was drawn with a clang, its cold light illuminating the bloodshot veins in his eyes.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

Behind them, the remaining dozen or so Tang soldiers gritted their teeth and drew their swords, their fighting spirit burning amidst trembling.

The blade was sharp and cold, but his hand trembled uncontrollably.

But they did not retreat—even if they died, they would die standing!

A young soldier's throat bobbed, his voice trembling: "Your Excellency... for whom are we fighting this battle?"

Jiang Wen remained silent.

The wind swept away the tattered flags, and blood stained the twilight.

After a long silence, he spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice ringing out: "For the court, for the Tang Dynasty, for myself, and for the spirit of the Han people! We fight!"

For the imperial court!

For the Great Tang Dynasty!

For this Tang suit, for the dignity left by our ancestors, we will fight to the end!

As soon as the words were spoken, not only did the soldiers' eyes light up, but even the unarmed civilians had a flickering fire in their eyes.

Yes... they are Han Chinese!

How could one die kneeling?!

"boom!"

Just then, the earth suddenly trembled.

The Turkic cavalry pressed in like a dark cloud, instantly surrounding them and trapping them in a tight encirclement.

The leading Turkic centurion glanced sideways, a smirk playing on his lips, and said coldly, "The general has ordered—leave no one alive."

A murderous intent exploded!

In the next instant, a thousand cavalrymen moved in unison, their iron torrents surging forth like a raging flood rushing towards ants!

"Kill! Kill all the two-legged sheep!"

"Hahaha, today we're having our first meat feast! Not a single pig from Youzhou will escape!"

"Pfft!"

The blade flashed, and waves of blood surged into the sky!

Thousands of iron cavalry rolled in, while the Tang side had only a dozen or so men?!

How can I block it?!

Jiang Wen laughed angrily, then suddenly leaped up and pounced on a Turkic cavalryman, causing both of them to fall off their horses.

He drew his sword with a backhand and plunged it into the other man's throat, blood splattering all over his face!

But before he could even get up—

"puff!"

A long spear grazed past my shoulder, instantly tearing my shoulder blade open, leaving a blurry wound!

Pain to the bone marrow!

If he suffered like this, the fate of the others must have been even more dire.

The common people rushed forward with their bare hands to bite and tear at the enemy, but they were all cleaved to the ground with a knife, and the scene was filled with mist and corpses.

This is not war.

It was a massacre!

A complete and utter massacre!

One by one, the survivors of Youzhou fell, their eyes no longer shining, only filled with the ashes of despair.

In just a few breaths, more than half of the dozen or so Tang Dynasty soldiers had been killed!

Those who survived were blinded by rage and driven to madness, roaring as they charged into the enemy lines, wanting nothing more than to take someone down with them!

"Damn the Turks!"

"It's just death! What do we Han people have to fear?! What is there to fear?!"

"Kill them—!"

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The sound of flesh being pierced was incessant.

Piles of bones littered the wasteland.

The sorrow was as cold as frost, chilling the heart to the bone.

The young soldier who once asked "For whom do we fight?" now lies at Jiang Wen's feet, his chest pierced, blood gushing out and staining half the earth red.

"Sixth grade!"

Jiang Wen roared, rushed over and hugged him, tears mixed with blood streaming down his face.

Blood trickled from Xiao Liu's mouth, but he forced a smile: "M-Sir...we're not deserters...you must...explain to His Majesty for me...we...really aren't deserters..."

Jiang Wen's eyes were bloodshot, tears welling in his eyes, and his throat was choked with emotion, barely able to speak: "No...you are not deserters! We are soldiers escorting civilians to safety! We are heroes! We are the backbone of the Tang Dynasty!"

Upon hearing this, a relieved smile slowly appeared on Xiao Liu's face.

"That's good... I... I'm not a deserter..."

His breath grew weaker, his gaze began to glaze over, and he murmured, "I wonder... if anyone will remember... that we fought... to the death... against the Turks..."

Before he could finish speaking, his head turned to the side, and he fell silent.

Before Jiang Wen could even speak, the Tang Dynasty soldier named Xiao Liu—

A smile still lingered on his lips.

There was still a light burning in his eyes.

But in an instant, the smile froze, and the light went out.

His head lolled to the side, and he breathed his last, dying in the arms of Governor Jiang Wen!

"Aaaaaah—!!"

Jiang Wen roared to the sky, his eyes bulging, tears of blood streaming down his face. He was like a cornered beast, howling like a madman.

"Turkic bastards! We Han Chinese are sworn enemies with you!!"

He laughed wildly, his laughter tinged with blood; he roared, his voice like tearing silk.

At that moment, screams of agony filled the air behind them—

The Turkic cavalry are wreaking havoc!

Their knives were used to slash at unarmed civilians;

Their horses trampled over the corpses of their own brothers!

The people who had escaped from Youzhou lay dead in pools of blood.

The corpses were piled higher than mountains, and the blood flowed like rivers.

Jiang Wen's eyes turned red, and he charged forward with his knife, killing like a madman!

But just as he swung his sword and cut down an enemy rider—

"Whoosh—"

A sudden gust of wind rose behind us!

In the darkness, a black light tore through the night, moving so fast that its trajectory was invisible!

"Pfft!"

A jet-black arrow pierced the skull of a Turkic cavalryman!

Blood splattered everywhere, and he crashed to the ground!

The entire room fell silent.

Jiang Wen was stunned.

All the Turkic cavalry were completely dumbfounded.

The next moment—

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out one after another!

In the depths of darkness, countless black arrows rained down like a storm, bursting forth from the void!

Every arrow was aimed at the vital spot.

"Enemy attack!! Enemy attack!! Ambush!!"

The Turks were terrified and thrown into chaos.

Just then—

"Tap...tap tap...tap tap tap..."

The heavy sound of horses' hooves approached from afar, as if trampling on people's hearts.

Jiang Wen turned around abruptly, his pupils dilating in shock!

Under the cover of night, a figure slowly walked towards them—

A boy wearing a demon mask, his white clothes now stained crimson, looked like a demon returning from hell.

Behind him, three thousand iron cavalrymen lined up, their bodies covered in black armor, bows drawn, and killing intent soaring to the sky!

The boy stood high above, his voice hoarse and cold, uttering each word slowly and deliberately:

"Slaughtering my Han people..."

"You—you deserve to die."

boom!!

Before the words were even finished, three thousand iron cavalrymen sprang up like thunder!

Iron hooves trampled the earth, and a rain of arrows blotted out the sun; they instantly arrived at the front lines!

They didn't shout, yet they made the entire battlefield tremble;

They formed a silent battle formation, yet they held the Turkic cavalry firmly in check!

Jiang Wen and the remaining Han Chinese were all dumbfounded.

Who... is this?

Until I heard that sentence—

"Can we still fight?"

The young man looked down at Jiang Wen, his eyes behind the mask sharp as knives, piercing his heart.

Jiang Wen trembled, raised his hand to fiercely wipe away the blood and tears on his face, and gritted his teeth:

"able!"

"Then pick up your weapon—"

Han Ye suddenly drew his long sword from his waist, the blade pointing directly at the enemy formation, the sound like thunder:

"Follow me and charge back! Slaughter all these Turkic beasts!"

This sound resounded in the hearts of every living Han Chinese!

Meanwhile, at the back of the crowd, among those people who had fled Youzhou—

A group of familiar faces stared intently at the figure in white.

Yes... a servant of the Han family.

They had watched the young master grow up since he was a child, and even through the mask, they felt a sense of familiarity.

"This...is the young master?!" someone whispered in disbelief.

The butler squinted, his brows furrowed, and muttered:

"It's like... but not quite..."

It looks like it.

His figure, gait, and the aura he exuded... it was clearly Han Ye!

But it doesn't seem like it.

When did that once gentle and refined young master acquire such a murderous aura, as if he had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood?

The coldness in those eyes seemed to freeze your very soul!

They wanted to shout, but dared not step forward.

The battle is raging; who dares to make a move?

But the more I looked, the more my heart trembled.

They had served their young master for over a decade...

Has he really become such a... killing god draped in white?

only--

The longer they stared at the masked figure clad in armor and wielding a spear, the more their hearts trembled.

picture!so similar!

That chilling aura that could freeze frost, that imposing pressure that made every step he took feel like a mountain pressing down... it was exactly the same as their young master Han Ye!

"If he weren't the young master..."

"Then where is our real young master Han Ye now?!"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the Han family fell silent, their throats choked with emotion, and their eyes turned bloodshot.

Who doesn't know that Han Ye would rather die than leave Youzhou?

Even with a knife to his throat, he would rather die than back down an inch!

These servants originally wanted to stay with him until the end, but he personally drove them away, saying, "Living is more important than loyalty," and forcibly pushed them all out of the city gate.

now……

Youzhou... it must have already fallen into a sea of ​​blood and mountains of corpses!

If the killing god before them wasn't Han Ye—

Then their young master must have already perished in the chaos of battle!

Thinking of this, whose heart wouldn't be churning with turmoil, feeling as if cut by a knife?

—But just then!

On the battlefield, the situation can change drastically!

Suddenly, the thunderous roar of iron hooves echoed from the place where Jiang Wen and his group were besieged, and the earth trembled!

"Enemy attack!!"

"Enemy attack!! All troops on standby—!!!"

The Turkic barbarians opposite immediately erupted into chaos, roaring as they tried to reorganize their formation.

Although a large number of them were swept away by the rain of arrows, the Turkic army continued to win battles in its southward advance, and its morale was high, like a wildfire that could not be stopped!

Just as they were about to slaughter the remaining Han generals, a rider suddenly broke through the air like thunder and charged into the formation!

For a moment, the world seemed to fall silent.

"Insolence! What kind of scoundrel dares to invade our Turkic army's ranks?!"

The Turkic general glared angrily, his spear pointed directly at the newcomer, exuding arrogance.

"You're the one who's asking for it."

The only response he received was an extremely cold voice.

Before he finished speaking, the man had already spurred his horse and charged forward, his Azure Dragon Spear tearing through the sky like a dragon emerging from the abyss, heading straight for the enemy formation!

"kill--!!"

He took the lead alone, charging into the midst of a massive army!

The Turkic cavalry were stunned.

How dare a Han general lead only three thousand iron cavalry to break through their heavy cavalry formation head-on?!

Absurd! He's insane!

But the next moment—

Their gaze shifted from disdain to horror!

Because that masked general was too fast!

It was as fast as if possessed by a ghost, and its strength was beyond human comprehension!

"Pfft—!"

"Pfft—!"

"Pfft—!"

The Azure Dragon Spear rose, and chaos ensued wherever it went!

It wove a crimson fog net in the air!

Behind him, three thousand fierce cavalrymen roared in unison, their formation like cones, and they plunged fiercely into the enemy's heartland, unstoppable and invincible!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The two armies clashed violently, and the earth trembled!

Within a few breaths, the Turks realized something was wrong.

This army... is too ruthless!

That's insane!

Other Tang soldiers fought with discipline and formation, but this group... was simply there to kill! Their eyes were bloodshot, they were in a frenzy of killing, like demons crawling out of hell!

But the Turks weren't pushovers either!

"Kill him!!"

The Turkic general's eyes bulged out, and he locked his gaze on Han Ye in one look!

Without saying a word, he spurred his horse, brandished his spear, and went straight for his life!

Just as Han Ye was killing the three riders with his spear, a cold wind suddenly rose from behind!

The spear, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, pierced straight at his back!

The instant of life and death—

Han Ye suddenly flipped over on the side on horseback!

"laugh--!"

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the shoulder armor, tearing open the flesh!

Blood spurted out, staining half of his battle robe red!

"General—!!"

Jiang Wen's eyes were bloodshot, and he was almost about to rush out and fight to the death!

Han Ye merely glanced down at the wound, wiped away the blood with his hand, and his eyes grew even more ferocious!

No refunds!

Counter-attack!

In the instant he turned around, his warhorse reared up, and he held the Azure Dragon Spear, like a demon god descending to earth, shattering the heavens with a single thrust!

"You're asking for it!!"

His voice was hoarse, like the howling of a vengeful ghost.

Beneath the demon mask, a pair of eyes were bloodshot and seemed to be smiling or crying, like an evil ghost seeking a soul!

The Turkic general's pupils constricted sharply, before he could even react—

"boom!!"

The Azure Dragon Spear crashed down with immense force!

"Wow--!"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his arm was almost broken off, and his warhorse was forced to kneel on the ground!

He felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his heart pounding wildly!

Is this...is this even human?!

The force of that shot was like a mountain collapsing!

Fear crept into my heart for the first time.

He didn't even have time to think; his instinct was to run!

"Retreat! Retreat—!!!"

He screamed at the top of his lungs, his face contorted with terror:

"Quickly! Get back to Dingzhou! Evacuate now!!"

"The general has ordered a retreat!! A retreat—!!"

"Help me...help me..."

"Pfft—!"

But how could Han Ye let him escape once the order was given?

The Tiger and Leopard Iron Cavalry surged forward like a tidal wave, their spears flashing like a forest, leaving a trail of blood!

The Turkic army collapsed instantly, abandoning their armor and weapons, and fled in disarray!

On the battlefield, only a pile of broken bodies remained, along with the masked general standing before his horse, his armor stained with blood.

The wind whips up the remaining clouds, and the battle flags flutter in the wind.

He slowly raised the blood-stained tip of his gun, pointing it into the distance—

The direction of Youzhou.

Because they can feel it too!

Three thousand masked iron cavalrymen, like Asuras unleashed from the netherworld, were all brave and fierce, their killing intent soaring to the sky, and they were not afraid of death at all!

terrible!