DLERB -Chapter 100 How Is This Ancestor Charging Even Faster Than Me?!

Below the walls of Shang Commandery—

this was no longer a battlefield.

It was a slaughterhouse.

Slash!

A Xiongnu commander who had been trying to regroup the scattered troops had not even finished shouting—when a streak of golden sword light flashed past him.

The expression on his face froze.

Then—he and the warhorse beneath him split neatly into two halves down the middle.

Scalding organs and blood spilled across the ground with a wet crash.

Ying Zheng did not even spare it a glance.

The Tai’a Sword in his hand emitted a hungry hum.

The specially crafted black armor covering his body had already been dyed completely dark red.

It was impossible to tell whether it was the enemy’s blood or his own…

No—he had not been injured at all.

The Xiongnu curved blades hacked against him without leaving even a white mark.

“KILL!”

Ying Zheng released a roar filled with savage exhilaration.

It did not sound like the voice of an emperor.

It sounded like a beast that had finally broken free of all restraints.

Wherever he passed, limbs flew through the air.

There were no techniques.

None were needed.

One swing of his sword carried the force of a thousand pounds.

The Xiongnu cavalry crashing toward him were smashed away like paper dolls, riders and horses alike.

Anything standing before him—man or horse—had only one ending:

to become a mangled heap of flesh and blood.

He had suppressed himself for twenty years.

As emperor, he could not personally charge into battle.

As a middle-aged man, he no longer possessed the stamina to do so.

But now—he was back.

Back to the age when he could draw his sword and kill at the slightest disagreement!

This feeling—was unbelievably exhilarating!

The five thousand black-armored heavy cavalry behind him were completely dumbfounded.

Their original mission had been to protect this “young general.”

But now—they could not even catch up to him!

All they could do was follow behind that black-clad god of slaughter, cleaning up the terrified remnants fleeing in every direction.

On the city wall—Fusu leaned against the battlements and struggled to stand.

He stared at that black figure below, rampaging through the enemy army as though entering an empty land.

Then he rubbed his eyes.

He could not clearly see the man’s face.

But that back.

That posture when wielding the sword.

That overbearing aura that completely disregarded all reason.

It felt far too familiar.

It looked exactly like…exactly like the father from his childhood memories—before the passage of time had worn away his sharp edges.

An absurd thought surfaced in Fusu’s mind.

No.

Impossible!

Fusu shook his head violently, trying to throw away the insane idea.

“Father Emperor is nearly fifty years old. How could he possibly be this young?”

“Besides, the news from Xianyang said that Father Emperor’s dragon body was unwell and that he was recuperating in seclusion.”

This had to be an illusion.

Yes.

It had to be.

“Perhaps… some hidden imperial clansman of Qin, unwilling to watch the realm fall apart, came to aid us in our time of crisis…”

Fusu finally found a reasonable explanation for himself.

Once again, he looked toward that figure, his eyes filled with awe and gratitude.

On the other side of the battlefield—

Ying Ziye sat atop his Ferghana horse and yawned.

Around him, Qinglong and dozens of Jinyiwei guards protected him so tightly that not even water could seep through.

Any stray arrow or fleeing soldier attempting to approach was instantly dealt with before getting within ten steps.

“So boring.”

Ying Ziye pulled a delicate little repeating crossbow from his robes.

It was a toy produced by the Tiangong Workshop.

He raised the crossbow and aimed at a distant Xiongnu soldier trying to flee.

Whoosh!

A short bolt shot out.

The Xiongnu soldier screamed miserably and clutched his buttocks as he tumbled from his horse.

“Forty-nine.”

Ying Ziye reported the number in his childish voice.

Then he aimed at another target.

Whoosh!

“Fifty.”

“Ah, missed a little.”

Ying Ziye scratched his head in annoyance.

Beside him, Qinglong remained expressionless, but the veins bulging on the hand gripping his saber revealed the truth.

The young master was casually counting kills in the middle of a battlefield of ten thousand troops—while Qinglong was so tense that his heart nearly jumped out of his chest.

Right then—

“BOOM! BOOM!”

Several more deafening explosions rang out.

The brothers of the Divine Mechanism Battalion were still throwing their “clay jars.”

They deliberately targeted places where the Xiongnu soldiers clustered together.

One jar thrown in—and a group of more than ten Xiongnu soldiers that had just barely regrouped instantly scattered like loose sand once more.

Not giving them the slightest chance to reorganize their formation.

“We’re defeated…”

“Run!”

“The gods are angry!!”

The three hundred thousand Xiongnu army completely collapsed.

They threw away their weapons, turned their horses around, and fled north in mad panic.

Each one only hated that their parents had not given them two extra legs.

What had begun as a bloody siege battle—had turned into a one-sided massacre of pursuit and slaughter.

Ying Zheng was killing with mounting excitement.

With one sword strike, he cleared out the enemies before him and raised his head, eyes flashing like lightning.

Then he saw it.

Far behind the Xiongnu army—that enormous wolf-head banner symbolizing the presence of the Chanyu himself!

To capture the bandits, first capture their king!

Ying Zheng’s eyes lit up.

It was the excitement of a hunter spotting the ultimate prey.

He fiercely squeezed the horse beneath him.

“Hyah!”

The warhorse let out a shrill neigh as its speed surged again.

Ying Zheng broke away from the main force of black-armored heavy cavalry.

One man.

One horse.

One sword.

Charging straight toward the very core of the Xiongnu army protected by tens of thousands of troops!

A lone rider charging the enemy formation!

The repeating crossbow in Ying Ziye’s hand dropped to the ground with a clack.

“I—!”

Before he could even finish cursing—at that exact moment—from the other side of the northern frontier, another Qin cavalry force came racing forward through clouds of dust.

Leading them was none other than the commander of the northern frontier—

Meng Tian!

After receiving the urgent report that Shang Commandery was under siege, he had rushed back day and night with his personal guards, nearly frantic with worry.

The moment he rounded a mountain ridge, the sight before him left him stunned.

Across the mountains and plains—

everywhere were fleeing Xiongnu soldiers.

And behind them, a force of black-armored heavy cavalry was relentlessly hunting them down.

This…

They won?

Meng Tian had not even fully processed the situation—when he witnessed a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.

A young general clad in black armor had suddenly broken away from the main army.

Alone and single-handedly, he charged into the Xiongnu rear ranks like a red-hot knife slicing through butter!

Meng Tian’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

He had fought wars his entire life and considered himself exceptionally brave.

But even he had never seen warfare conducted like this!

Was this man insane?!

The deputy general beside him was equally dumbstruck.

“General… wh-who is that?!”

Meng Tian stared fixedly at that black silhouette.

For some reason—the posture of that slaughtering charge felt strangely familiar.

“Whose damn ancestor is this?!”

Meng Tian roared in shock, nearly scared out of his soul.

“How is he charging even faster than me?!”

Before the words had even faded—that figure had already slaughtered his way through Touman Chanyu’s personal guards.

The golden tip of the sword—under the horrified gazes of countless people—pointed directly at Touman Chanyu’s throat.

The great ruler of the Xiongnu looked into those youthful eyes brimming with murderous intent.

Thud.

Without even thinking, he rolled straight off his horse.

Crawling and scrambling away in utter disgrace.