Zhenbei Shura

"I'm already a lazy transmigrator, why am I so unlucky to encounter a city being destroyed?!" "What's worse, my father-in-law's family moved away, leaving me, the son-in-law, stranded here." Han Yu sighed. Standing by the window, hands behind his back, he gazed at the distant, dimly lit city walls. At this moment, the city was already a scene of deafening drums and clattering bells. Thousands of iron cavalry, wielding spears, setting up ladders, and raising shields, began a frenzied attack on this important frontier city—Fengdu. From time to time, the hurried footsteps and shouts of the people could be heard outside the gates. "Run! The Khitan dogs are about to break in!" "The city gates are about to fall, run for your lives!" "Everyone, escape to the west gate, head west, there's still a glimmer of hope there." ... ... His brows furrowed. He wasn't originally from this world. In his previous life, he was a military academy student. An accident during training led him to transmigrate to the Great Ling Dynasty, a dynasty that didn't exist in history, a week ago. He became the newlywed son-in-law of the Lu family, the Prince of Zhenbei! The Lu family , the Prince of Zhenbei, had no male members; everyone was in the army! His wife, Lu Hongying, was a famous female warrior on the frontier! When Han Yu transmigrated, he was a wandering refugee, rescued by Lu Hongying. Her beautiful figure, dressed in vibrant colors, riding a spirited horse, wielding a long red sword, still vividly appeared before his eyes! Now, war had broken out on the frontier, the Lu family had moved, and Lu Hongying had gone out to fight the enemy and had not yet returned. Her fate was unknown! "Little girl, don't get hurt, wait for me to come find you." Han Yu held a secret letter in his hand and said, "I don't know when they will arrive; it's been three days..." The letter was made of the finest cowhide. Waterproof and fireproof! It was a military secret letter! If any member of the Lu family saw the contents of the letter, they would be terrified and kneel before Han Yu! Because none of them had imagined that the cowardly man who was so subservient in the Lu family, who didn't even dare to touch a hair on Lu Hongying's head on their wedding night... It was none other than the young master of the renowned and mysterious White-Clad Army! The White-Clad Army. A long and illustrious army, rumored to be descendants of the army that Huo Qubing famously sealed the wolf's lair! Later, they were taken under the command of a man surnamed Han. They were trained into a highly skilled and elite force, belonging to no single dynasty, and known as demons who emerged from hell. The Great Ling Dynasty had a saying: " When the White-Clad Army appears, the gates of hell open, and the demons return. " The White-Clad Army was invincible, undefeated, leaving no trace in the snow, plucking feathers from passing geese, and leaving tusks on elephants... "The latest message by carrier pigeon is still fifteen li away," Han Yu couldn't help but smile bitterly, "That's still an hour away." Outside the city, the clash of swords and the thunder of horses; inside, the old, weak, and disabled. The fate of Fengdu City was sealed; defeat was inevitable. Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed outside, followed by a heart-wrenching scream that pierced the sky. "The southeast gate has fallen! The Khitan dogs have stormed in! Run!" The entire city of Fengdu erupted in chaos as countless civilians, carrying their wives, children, and elderly relatives, fled hastily towards the north gate. "Bloodbath Fengdu!" "Kill!" " Clatter, clatter, clatter..." The Khitan cavalry had already stormed the city, spears in hand, killing men and capturing women indiscriminately. In an instant, the entire city of Fengdu was filled with screams of agony, corpses strewn everywhere, rivers of blood flowing, a scene of utter devastation. At this moment, a troop of Khitan cavalry, swords in hand, charged directly towards the Zhenbei Prince's mansion, their killing intent palpable. Due to the war, the once grand mansion was now deserted and desolate. Finding it empty, the group began to plunder the mansion, looting everything of value. "There are people in the backyard!" With a shout, the cavalry, who had been greedily looting, converged on the backyard. "Who's there? Come out!" one of the cavalrymen shouted into the house, spear in hand. A imposing figure emerged from the house, clad in white, with a chiseled face, sharp eagle eyes, and an aura of chilling killing intent emanating from him. The cavalrymen were stunned by this powerful presence, gripping their weapons tightly and daring not to take a step forward. The leader swallowed hard before calling out, "Who are you?" Han Yu's sharp eyes swept coldly over the dozen or so cavalrymen before him, filled with contempt. You cowards, you dare to know his name? "This seems to be that good-for-nothing son-in-law that the Prince of Zhenbei recently married." One of the cavalrymen had already recognized Han Yu. Before the siege, he had disguised himself and infiltrated the city to gather information, and had just happened to encounter the Prince of Zhenbei's newly chosen son-in-law. "Yes, it seems to be that useless son-in-law." "I thought the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion was so powerful, but they only left a useless son-in-law to guard the mansion." The iron cavalrymen laughed loudly. Han Yu narrowed his eyes, looking at the iron cavalrymen laughing arrogantly, a bloodthirsty killing intent flashing in his eyes. The next second. With a 'whoosh,' a silver arrow struck the leading iron cavalryman directly between the eyebrows, piercing his brain. His smile hadn't completely faded, but he was already on his way to meet the King of Hell. Instantly, the iron cavalrymen present wiped the smiles from their faces and quickly entered battle mode. "Who?" "Who is it?" At this moment, dozens of iron cavalrymen were all on edge. The arrow had come too fast; they hadn't even seen where it had come from. "Kill without mercy." Han Yu spoke coldly, each word distinct. As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of silver arrows flew out from all directions at the same time, striking all the iron cavalrymen. Without exception, they all struck between the eyebrows, piercing their brains. With a deafening crash, dozens of people collapsed to the ground. "Come out," Han Yu said coldly. Instantly, twelve white figures darted out from all directions. In the blink of an eye, twelve white-clad soldiers, wearing masks, white armor, and long robes, and carrying longbows, appeared before Han Yu. The well-trained white-clad soldiers stood in two rows, hands clasped in front of them, kneeling in unison. "The Twelve White-Clad Riders respectfully welcome the Young Master." "Rise." Han Yu's finger twitched slightly. "Thank you, Young Master." The Twelve White-Clad Riders rose in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized, their voices deafening. The Twelve White-Clad Riders were the twelve commanders of the White-Clad Army, each a valiant and resourceful warrior, invincible in battle. "Young Master." Three of the white-clad soldiers swiftly presented him with a silver mask, a battle robe, and a large sword. Han Yu reached out and draped the robe over his shoulders, donned the mask, and gripped the sword. Instantly, his aura surged, exuding domineering power, a chilling killing intent emanating from him. Han Yu gripped the sword tightly, and with a sudden burst of strength, drew the blade, a chilling aura emanating from it. This sword could cut through iron like mud, sever hair with a breath, its blade as sharp as autumn frost, capable of slicing through copper and chopping iron, as well as cutting through gold and jade. This was Han Yu's battle sword—Cold Moon. "Young Master, one hundred elite iron cavalrymen are in position and ready to be deployed at any time!" one of the white-clad soldiers shouted. ...