DLERB -Chapter 99 This Sound Is More Festive Than New Year Firecrackers!

“BOOM!!!”

A thunderous explosion erupted.

A bolt from the blue struck the earth.

The Xiongnu centurion who had just been laughing and catching the clay jar barehanded—was gone.

Gone in the most literal sense.

He did not even have time to scream.

His entire body exploded like a smashed watermelon.

Red blood, white bone fragments, mixed with shattered organs, instantly burst into a cloud of gore.

Even the two cavalrymen beside him were caught in the blast.

Both men and horses were blown full of holes and sent flying three meters away.

But that—was only the beginning.

“BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!”

It was as if the God of Thunder in the heavens had flown into a rage, hurling countless thunderbolts down upon the mortal world.

Three hundred clay jars.

Exploded everywhere within the densest part of the Xiongnu charge formation.

Black-red flames surged skyward alongside thick smoke.

Shards of iron and sharpened stones, propelled by gunpowder, transformed into the scythes of death.

Wherever they passed, reason no longer existed.

Those Xiongnu soldiers wearing leather armor—or merely wrapped in animal hides—fell in rows like wheat before a harvest.

Severed limbs flew through the air.

The once-unified, ferocious battle cries—vanished instantly.

In their place came heart-rending screams.

“AAAAAH!!”

“My leg! My leg is gone!”

“My eyes! I can’t see!”

But that was not the most terrifying part.

The most terrifying part—was the horses.

The steeds of the grasslands were accustomed to the sound of wind, to wolf howls, even to the clash of blades.

But in this life, the next life, or the life after that—they had never heard anything like this.

A sound that seemed capable of shattering souls themselves.

“NEEEIGHHHH!!!”

The moment the explosions rang out, every warhorse went mad.

They reared uncontrollably onto their hind legs.

They thrashed their necks wildly, trying to throw off the riders on their backs.

They no longer cared whether ahead lay blades or fire—as long as it took them away from that terrifying noise, they charged toward it.

“Stop! You beast! STOP!”

A Xiongnu commander desperately yanked at the reins until his palms bled.

It was useless.

The horse beneath him, eyes bloodshot with terror, suddenly slammed sideways.

It knocked another horse beside it to the ground.

Then the horses behind could not stop in time and trampled directly over it.

Crack.

The sound of shattering bones rang out endlessly.

The fallen rider was instantly stomped into a puddle of flesh beneath countless hooves.

The horses in the front fled backward.

The horses in the rear continued charging forward.

The ones in the middle spun in circles.

The vanguard of the three hundred thousand Xiongnu army—without the Qin army lifting a finger—collapsed into utter chaos.

Their own men trampled their own men.

Their own men crashed into their own men.

Those crushed to death beneath friendly hooves far outnumbered those killed by the explosions—by more than ten times.

…

On the walls of Shang Commandery—the wind seemed to stop.

Everyone stared with mouths hanging open, their jaws seemingly dislocated from shock.

The rolling stone in Fusu’s hands dropped with a clang onto his own foot.

But he felt no pain at all.

He stared fixedly at the hellscape below the walls.

The Xiongnu army that moments ago had seemed unstoppable, ready to crush them completely—was now slaughtering itself amidst flames and smoke.

“Th-this…”

Fusu’s lips trembled.

He raised a hand and slapped himself viciously across the face.

Smack!

It hurt.

This was not a dream.

“The Thunder God…”

The one-armed veteran beside him suddenly dropped to his knees with a thud.

Tears streamed down his face as he kowtowed frantically toward Ying Zheng’s direction.

“The Thunder God has descended!”

“The young master has summoned the Thunder God to aid us!”

“Long live Great Qin!!”

The Qin defenders, who had been drowning in despair moments earlier, now erupted into hysterical cheers.

Even though they had no idea what had happened.

Even though they could not understand what those black clay jars were.

They knew only one thing.

Those invincible barbarians—were dying!

…

In the rear ranks of the Xiongnu army—

“NEIGHHH—!”

Even Touman Chanyu’s prized warhorse had been terrified by the world-shaking explosions.

It suddenly reared up.

Caught completely off guard, Touman Chanyu was thrown straight from the saddle.

“Chanyu!”

His guards cried out in alarm and rushed to help him up.

Touman shoved them aside and climbed to his feet in disarray.

His golden crown hung crooked.

His face was smeared with dirt.

But he paid no attention to any of it.

He stared in horror at the chaotic sea of fire ahead.

At the black smoke continuously rising into the sky.

A chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

“Wh-what… is that?”

His voice trembled.

Like a chicken being strangled by the neck.

“Dark sorcery!”

An old shaman beside him screamed shrilly.

“It’s the sorcery of the Han people!”

“They summoned heavenly thunder!”

“This is the punishment of Eternal Heaven!!”

The moment the words “heavenly thunder” were spoken—the fierce Xiongnu generals around him all turned deathly pale.

In this era—no one could fight against Heaven.

And no one dared oppose those capable of summoning thunder and lightning.

Fear—spread through the Xiongnu army like a plague.

…

At the edge of the battlefield—Ying Ziye finally lowered the little hands covering his ears.

He looked at the spectacular scene before him, yet his tiny brows furrowed.

Somewhat dissatisfied.

“Tsk.”

He pulled out a handkerchief from his robes and wiped the dust from his sleeve.

“The sound is pretty loud.”

“But the killing power is still lacking.”

He shook his head with an expression of disappointment.

“At best, it’s just good for making noise.”

“And scaring livestock while we’re at it.”

“Still needs improvement. If I could make TNT, this wave alone would’ve sent all of them to the afterlife.”

His tone was relaxed.

As if the person who had just created a massacre was not him—but merely someone watching a rather underwhelming fireworks display.

Beside him—Ying Zheng, who had always been as cold as an iceberg, now had flames burning in his eyes to the extreme.

Excitement.

Desire.

A longing for the iron-blooded battlefield that had been suppressed for a full twenty years!

He heard the neighing of warhorses.

He smelled the scent of gunpowder and blood drifting through the air.

That smell—made every drop of blood in his body boil!

SHING!!

A clear sword cry rang out.

The Tai’a Sword left its sheath!

Its cold gleam was dazzling.

Ying Ziye jumped in fright and turned his head.

“Father Emperor?”

Ying Zheng ignored him.

He suddenly squeezed his horse’s flanks hard.

The black warhorse beneath him let out a long neigh.

“Warriors of Great Qin!”

Ying Zheng’s voice was no longer deep and restrained.

It was filled instead with the arrogance and dominance of youth.

Like a tiger roaring through the mountains.

“Follow me—”

He paused for a moment, then corrected himself.

“Follow this general!”

“CHARGE!!!”

Before the words had even finished—he had already shot forward like a black arrow released from a bowstring.

Leading the charge himself!

Completely unconcerned whether anyone behind him could keep up.

It was an uncontrollable urge—the urge to kill.

“Huh?”

Ying Ziye was dumbfounded.

The half-eaten meat jerky in his hand dropped to the ground.

“Wait… Father Emperor!”

“You’re the Emperor!”

“What kind of emperor charges first into battle?!”

“Come back! Get back here!!”

But shouting was useless.

Ying Zheng’s figure had already vanished into the rolling dust clouds.

“Unbelievable…”

Ying Ziye slapped his forehead.

“How is this old man even fiercer than me after taking the medicine?”

He turned toward the five thousand black-armored heavy cavalry behind him, who were equally stunned, and shouted in his childish voice:

“What are you all standing around for?!”

“Watching a show?!”

“Charge already!”

“If a single hair on my father emperor’s head gets damaged, I’ll skin every one of you alive!!”

“BOOM—”

The five thousand black-armored heavy cavalry finally snapped back to attention.

Helmet visors lowered.

Long halberds leveled forward.

This mountain of black steel—moved.

Like a flood bursting through a dam.

Following the gap Ying Zheng had torn open, they slammed viciously into the utterly chaotic Xiongnu army.

…

This was a completely one-sided slaughter.

On one side—light cavalry still shaken by terror, their horses panicking, trampling one another, their entire formation shattered.

On the other—fully armed heavy cavalry, both riders and horses wrapped in thick iron armor like tanks.

And leading them—was a “War God” with cheat-level powers activated.

The Tai’a Sword in Ying Zheng’s hand traced arcs of golden death through the air.

Slash!

A Xiongnu cavalryman charging toward him was split in half together with his blade.

Blood sprayed across Ying Zheng’s face.

He did not wipe it away.

Instead, he stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Within those youthful eyes burned a madness that made others tremble.

“Refreshing!”

“Again!!”

Laughing wildly, he swung his sword once more.

Like chopping melons and vegetables, he carved a bloody path straight through the densely packed enemy ranks.

No one could withstand even a single exchange with him.

No blade or spear could pierce the specially crafted black armor produced by the System.

He was like a tireless machine of slaughter.

Wherever he passed—corpses littered the ground.

The black-armored heavy cavalry behind him followed that black silhouette closely.

At first, they had been somewhat worried about this “young general.”

But now—all that remained was worship.

So this was a general of Great Qin?

This was way too fierce!

Compared to him, even General Meng Tian back in the day seemed weaker by ten thousand times!

And at the very rear—Ying Ziye rode his horse leisurely, trailing behind the army.

He watched his father carving through enemy ranks seven times in and seven times out, laughing more arrogantly than a final boss villain.

Helplessly, he sighed.

“It’s over.”

“No need to worry about his identity being exposed anymore.”

“With that murder-god look…”

“As long as they’re not blind, who wouldn’t recognize him as Ying Zheng?”