Volume 1, Chapter 3: Bloodstained White Robe
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"No, sister!" Another girl rushed forward, grabbing the commander to stop him from harming her sister.
The next second, she was lifted up and slammed heavily to the ground, the pain leaving her stunned for a long time.
"You're here to die too."
The commander ripped off the girl's clothes with a swift motion, revealing another body of skin as smooth as jade. The commander couldn't help but gasp.
"Hahaha, I've struck gold today! I'll take them both down!"
The commander laughed triumphantly.
The next second, a silver arrow pierced through the tent, striking the commander's throat.
The commander didn't even have time to make a sound before he crashed to the ground with a thud, his eyes still wide open.
"Ah!" The two girls seemed extremely frightened, screaming in panic.
"Xiao Xue, don't be afraid, don't be afraid!" The girl in white hugged her screaming twin sister, Xiao Xue, tightly.
Outside the tent, chaos reigned, as if cavalry had arrived.
Suddenly, the tent flap was violently pulled open, and a tall, imposing man in full military attire, wielding a large sword and wearing a mask, strode in.
The two sisters, their clothes already torn off, froze in terror upon seeing him.
To them, the man before them was like a god descended from the heavens—clad in white robes, wielding a large sword, exuding an imposing and incomparably valiant aura.
Han Yu was stunned; he hadn't expected to see two beautiful young women completely naked.
Their skin was fair, like porcelain, flawless and delicate—clearly not ordinary women.
Especially their ample bosoms, almost bursting forth, were a sight to behold, stirring the blood and captivating the eye.
The two girls quickly recovered, frantically grabbing their torn clothes and trying to put them on.
Seeing their panic, Han Yu calmly ripped off his own white robe and tossed it to them.
"Put it on."
With that, Han Yu turned and left.
The two girls froze instantly. One of them quickly recovered and hurriedly grabbed the white robe, draping it over the trembling girl.
"Xiaoxue, don't be afraid. Your sister is here. Don't be afraid."
After saying that, the girl picked up the outer garment that the commander had just taken off and quickly put it on herself.
"Xiaoxue, let's go, let's go out." The girl helped her younger sister, who was trembling, as they walked out of the tent.
Outside the tent, however, everything had changed dramatically.
The Khitans who had just held them hostage were now all imprisoned by a group of white-clad soldiers, armed with spears and wearing masks.
The warriors who had been hanging from the city walls had also been released.
The tall man who had just taken off his robe now stood before the white-clad soldiers, holding a large sword, looking down at the Khitans kneeling and begging for mercy.
"They killed my people, destroyed my city, and humiliated my women and children; their crimes deserve death!"
As soon as the words fell, his hand swiftly brought down the blade, and the heads of the kneeling Khitans, begging for mercy, rolled to the ground with a thud, blood flowing freely.
Everyone present felt a surge of satisfaction and exhilaration.
The two girls who had just been rescued stared intently at the imposing figure with their shimmering eyes.
Although he wore a mask, obscuring his face, the murderous aura emanating from him sent chills down their spines.
At this moment, the general guarding the city gate quickly stepped forward and knelt before Han Yu, saying,
"Thank you, General, for saving our lives! We will never forget your kindness and will repay you tenfold in the future."
The other soldiers also knelt down in unison, saying,
"Thank you, General, for saving our lives!"
General?
Han Yu's thin lips tightened slightly.
If he remembered correctly, just a few days ago these people were laughing and calling him a "useless son-in-law," someone who would only stay in the Zhenbei Prince's mansion, wasting his life.
"Clatter, clatter, clatter..."
"Quick, they're here!"
"Chase after them!"
The sound of horses' hooves came from afar.
A group of men was rapidly approaching.
"Young Master, their reinforcements have arrived." One of the white-clad soldiers quickly stepped forward to report.
"Since they're here, they won't be going back."
Immediately, Han Yu leaped onto his white horse.
"Mount up, engage!"
The four crisp and decisive words were incredibly impressive.
"Yes!"
The other white-clad soldiers jumped onto their horses in unison at the same time.
The onlookers were filled with awe.
At this moment, a group of five hundred Khitan reinforcements had arrived after hearing the news.
Seeing only about a hundred white-clad soldiers, their faces turned fierce.
"They slaughtered so many of my soldiers, prepare to die!"
The leading Khitan general, holding a spear, shouted and charged directly at Han Yu.
"Charge!"
More than five hundred generals followed suit.
"You're courting death!"
Han Yu sneered, raising his broadsword and shouting.
"Kill! Leave no one alive!"
With that, he rode forward to meet the enemy.
Instantly, shouts of battle filled the air, and the scene quickly descended into chaos.
The general who had just been rescued hurriedly signaled to his soldiers to protect the elderly, women, and children.
They were no match for the enemy on the battlefield, but protecting the safety of the city's inhabitants was their duty.
"Sister, I'm scared." Xiao Xue trembled in her sister's arms.
"Xiao Xue, don't be afraid, your sister is here." The girl clung tightly to her younger sister.
Although they were twins, Xiao Xue was timid and cowardly from a young age.
Han Yu, though born a minute earlier, was the complete opposite of his sister, not bold at all, but fierce and protective of her younger sister from childhood.
At this moment, Han Yu raised his broadsword, striking down enemies one by one, aiming for their heads.
He was already bloodthirsty, fighting with increasing ferocity and excitement.
This was the first time he had experienced the thrill of killing, completely igniting the latent killing intent within him.
Seeing Han Yu's unstoppable momentum, having killed several of his men in the blink of an eye, the Khitan leader raised his spear and charged straight at him.
"I'll kill you."
"You're courting death." Han Yu smiled coldly, raising his sword to meet the attack.
The moment the spear and the broadsword clashed, a resounding clang echoed as the spear was mercilessly severed in half.
"This...how is this possible?"
Before the Khitan general could react, a flash of white light appeared, and the next second, his eyes were fixed on Han Yu.
With a thud, his head rolled to the ground.
"Commander!"
The Khitans were utterly stunned.
Their valiant commander had been beheaded in a single move—something unprecedented.
The warhorses, terrified, reared up wildly, galloping back the way they came.
The entire army instantly descended into chaos.
Facing death, morale crumbled.
"Run! The commander has been killed!" someone shouted, and the rest scattered in all directions.
The White-Clad Army, having received the order to "leave no one alive," had no intention of giving their enemies a chance to survive.
They pressed their advantage, capturing every last one and beheading them all.
The scene was bloody and terrifying.
The white robes of the White-Clad Soldiers were already stained crimson with the enemy's blood, turning a dazzling, glaring red.
Truly, these were Asuras who had emerged from hell, transforming this battlefield into a purgatory for the enemy.
The faint moonlight further gilded this blood-soaked battlefield with an eerie, crimson hue.
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