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

Ahead, they are already on high alert!

Thousands of Divine Might soldiers stood in formation, swords drawn, bows strung, their eyes cold as frost, just waiting for them to charge in!

They've caught a turtle in a jar; all that's left is to pull in the net!

"Another trap..." someone slumped to the ground, muttering to themselves.

The entire formation resembled a giant, ever-tightening maw; no matter which direction one fled, they could not escape its invisible, strangling net!

The remaining troops in the battle were utterly desperate.

They finally understood—

Once you step into this formation, there is no way to survive!

The Wuji Bagua Killing Formation, though named after the Bagua, has no entrance!

The so-called "gate of life" is nothing but an illusion to lure the enemy in!

The real danger lies hidden between reality and illusion, in the moment when people are most relaxed!

Li Yingge's pupils trembled slightly, and a fierce light ignited in her eyes.

From her vantage point, she could see the entire formation operating clearly—

There is no way to survive!

All eight gates are false, leading to a dead end at every step!

Even if today's exercise was just a drill, almost all 12,000 elite troops were wiped out, with no power to resist!

This is hardly a formation.

This is clearly an invitation to hell!

"This is terrifying..." Even Uncle Liu couldn't help but gasp, his voice trembling. "General, I must return to the manor immediately to report to the master! This formation... it's absolutely invaluable! It cannot be wasted!"

Li Yingge nodded slowly with a solemn expression.

Half an hour later, the smoke cleared.

The Wuji Bagua Formation slowly opened, and Sima Liang led 8,000 victorious soldiers, escorting 12,000 defeated soldiers, who lined up neatly and stepped down to the command platform.

He knelt on one knee, his voice booming:

"Young Master Han Ye! Formation complete! Enemy forces... annihilated!"

Behind them, the "battlefield" lay silent, littered with corpses.

Twelve thousand Divine Might soldiers, covered in dust and dirt, were escorted into the arena, their armor disheveled, their imposing presence gone, looking like a pack of drowned dogs just pulled out of a mud pit.

The power of the formation is terrifying!

Although it was just a drill and no real fighting took place, the words "total annihilation" still left people breathless—not just killed in battle, but all captured, a complete and utter defeat.

At this moment, these usually arrogant and tough men were all hanging their heads, their faces as black as the bottom of a pot.

Hearing Sima Liang's irritating tone made him even angrier.

"Sima Liang, what are you laughing at?"

"You didn't set up this lousy formation, so why are you acting all high and mighty!"

"Exactly! If anyone should be thanked, it should be Young Master Han Ye! He's the one who truly masters the formation!"

"Give me another chance? I'll fucking smash it to pieces!"

A cacophony of voices and curses filled the air, making it resemble a bustling market.

Han Ye sat upright on the command platform, his robes unmoved, a slight smile playing on his lips, his gaze sweeping over the routed troops below like a hawk's.

After a moment, he slowly spoke: "How are you all? Can you handle this formation?"

Everyone's teeth itched, and they gritted their teeth as they roared out three words in unison:

"Powerful! Insidious! Damaging!"

Before he could finish speaking, Han Ye threw his head back and burst into laughter. His hearty laughter shook the flags on the sidelines.

Since it's a battleground, it has to be ruthless, vicious, and deadly! All talk of being aboveboard is a joke; the one who survives and wins in the end is the true champion!

He raised his hand and waved it, his voice as cold as a knife: "Change formation! Eight hundred men per group, two thousand to break the formation, continue the performance!"

"yes!"

At a single command, everyone returned to their positions.

This moment—

If Han Ye previously commanded respect through his personal cultivation, now he is using his brain to forcefully subdue this group of unruly soldiers, making them call him "Young Master."

I am convinced.

I've accepted him to the core.

Many people even exchanged subtle glances, already tacitly agreeing that the general would marry none other than Han Ye in the future.

Below the command platform, shouts of battle rose again.

"kill--!"

"Formation activated! Southeast direction, move and step onto the protective barrier!"

"Stone, are you out of your mind? That's the Gate of Death! The Gate of Rebirth is right there!!"

"Assemble! Form a high-flying formation and break the deadlock—!"

Dust billowed, footsteps thundered, and the fighting spirit was reignited.

At this moment, Li Yingge quietly stood beside Han Ye, her fingertips lightly touching the railing, her eyes shimmering as she watched the chaotic yet orderly drill on the field.

She suddenly smiled, a cool glint of mockery in her eyes: "Ha, you really are something... These troublemakers actually obey your orders? I never would have guessed, a young master from a small border town could lead troops?"

Han Ye raised an eyebrow and glanced at her sideways.

coming.

This woman is never stupid.

He smirked, looking youthful, and said lazily, "What did you say? I can't hear you."

"Hard of hearing?" Li Yingge sneered, her beautiful eyes narrowing, her pearly teeth lightly biting her lower lip. "What does someone who has never been on a battlefield know about troop deployment? Even I can't figure out the intricacies of this formation, let alone Father... Did you learn it by stealing it? Or—did someone teach you beforehand?"

She paused, lowering her voice, but each word was like a needle:

"And...you've had this cold for almost two months now, haven't you? What kind of cold could last this long? Unless...it's not an illness at all."

Han Ye's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained expressionless.

Oops.

The fox's tail can't be hidden any longer.

He had anticipated that someone would discover these loopholes, but he never expected that she would be the first to tear off the mask.

Li Yingge pressed closer, her eyes sharp as blades, piercing his heart: "Han Ye, you don't... really think you can hide this forever, do you? Hmm? Now, isn't it time to give me an explanation?"

The air was stagnant.

Han Ye remained silent, his throat bobbing, but he had no words to say.

Explanation?

How can this be explained? His identity as a transmigrator? His mastery of millions of military strategies from his previous life? Or is it that his two years of physical weakness were actually due to him secretly rebuilding his meridians and nourishing his soul?

During the stalemate—

A series of rapid footsteps echoed in the distance!

"Where are they? Where's the formation?! Let me see!"

Li Jing rushed into the arena, covered in sweat, his armor not even fully on, clearly having been summoned midway and running frantically.

He wiped his sweat and looked around, asking, "Old Liu said Han Ye set up an amazing formation that could wipe out the entire Divine Might Army? Where is it? Where is it?!"

His gaze shifted to the troops practicing intensely below the reviewing stand, and his pupils immediately contracted!

"What?!"

"They're practicing... Han Ye's formation?!"

He almost thought he was seeing things.

This is the Divine Might Army that he personally trained! He's arrogant and haughty, even giving orders to his daughter Li Yingge only when necessary, yet now he's willing to repeatedly rehearse formations for some outsider?!

absurd!

Outrageous!

But it actually happened.

Li Jing was stunned for less than three breaths before his gaze was firmly drawn to the ever-changing formation on the field.

Eight hundred people moved like flowing water and drifting clouds, the gate of life appearing and disappearing in an instant, the gate of death seemingly open but actually closed, their offense and defense switching without any flaws, like a giant net that was constantly tightening.

His breath hitched, and he gasped sharply.

"hiss--!!"

"This formation... is actually a sure-kill trap?!"

"Deceive the enemy with a fake, lure them in deep, block their way, and strike a fatal blow... Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!!"

Li Jing's face flushed red, and his eyes shone brightly, as if he had seen a long-lost military treasure.

His hand trembled as he pointed forward, his voice distorted:

"This...this is no ordinary training formation, this is...a killing formation capable of annihilating an army of ten thousand!!"

His body trembled slightly, his voice burning with excitement: "A deadly formation! Truly a deadly formation—hahaha! If this formation were deployed on the battlefield, even a thousand heavy cavalry would be crushed into a sea of ​​blood! Their bones would be shattered and ashes scattered, not a single survivor would escape! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

Li Jing's eyes flashed like lightning, his pupils burning with fire. He abruptly turned to stare at Han Ye, exclaiming in shock, "Han Ye, kid, where did you get this kind of killing formation?!"

Han Ye's lips twitched, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

Do we really have to get to the bottom of this?

"Last night... in my dream, an old man with white hair appeared, dressed in crane robes and carrying a whisk, with an air of otherworldly grace, who personally taught me this formation..."

He made things up on the spot, his tone light and airy, like a storyteller recounting a ghost tale.

To an outsider, it was clearly a perfunctory response, but people have different perspectives—Li Yingge's eyes flashed, assuming he was deliberately hiding his true identity; while Li Jing slapped his thigh in realization:

"I get it! You kid, you clearly created this formation yourself, but you refuse to take credit and just pretend to be mysterious! Brilliant!"

His eyes gleamed, and he turned to leave: "You wait! I'll go to the palace to see the Emperor immediately! His Majesty will be overjoyed to hear of this! Once this formation is widely adopted, it will be the number one killing formation on the battlefield of our Great Tang! Han Ye, you will undoubtedly deserve the greatest credit!"

Before he finished speaking, Li Jing had already run towards Chang'an with lightning speed, as if if he were a step slower, half of the country would collapse.

Han Ye's expression changed.

Oops!

To see Li Shimin?!

He was just targeted by Li Junxian, and now he's running right under the emperor's nose? Isn't that like putting his own neck to the brink of death?

Watching Li Jing's departing figure, Han Ye felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead and his fingertips felt slightly cool.

He wasn't afraid of the emperor, but rather of that other side—back when they faced each other on the city wall, he wore a ghost mask, held a blood-stained spear, and spoke harshly to Li Shimin without any politeness.

At that time, he thought he wouldn't live past the night on the Wei River, so he didn't care about respect or etiquette.

Now that he's survived, his identity is like a string stretched to its limit.

To meet Li Shimin again? A single wrong glance could mean utter ruin!

"Whoosh—"

He suddenly stood up, his face slightly pale, and forced a smile at Li Yingge: "The formation has been passed on, I should be going now."

"Um?"

Li Yingge frowned slightly, a hint of doubt appearing in her eyes: "My father just went to report to His Majesty, and the Emperor may arrive soon. Are you really not going to see him?"

Han Ye's bitter smile deepened.

See him? Last time we met, I almost pointed my finger at the emperor and cursed him. Now I'm going to kowtow and admit my mistake?

"No need." He waved his hand, his tone gentle but not argumentative. "This humble commoner has no rank or status, how dare I appear before His Majesty? The array diagram is here; Your Majesty will understand at a glance. There is no need for me to explain it."

After saying that, without waiting for her to react, he turned around and walked out of the military camp with resolute steps, as if fleeing for his life.

"Is His Majesty not here?"

Li Yingge stood there, watching that resolute figure disappear into the distance, and murmured softly, "You... are you avoiding him? Han Ye, what are you afraid of? Or... are you not the 'Han Ye' you think you are at all?"

She gently bit her lower lip, a sense of unfamiliarity rising in her heart.

The closer I got to him, the less I could see through him.

This person is right in front of me, yet it's as if I'm shrouded in a thousand layers of mist, unfathomable.