[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber":3,"chapter-my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-chapter-901":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Life as a Rising Force in the Red Chamber",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2311699,4515,"Chapter 901: Miraculous Feat Shakes the Heavenly Palace","my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-chapter-901",901,"\u003Cp>East of Shenyang City, west of the Firearm Workshop, east of Shijia Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Jia Cong finished forming his formation, a large cavalry force surged from the distant clouds of dust, hooves thundering, blades gleaming like snow, sweeping toward them like a tidal wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three hundred shield-bearing imperial guards in the front line, along with the pikemen in the rear, many of whom had never seen battle, trembled slightly as the black-cloud cavalry charge bore down on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Cong galloped along the front of the formation, shouting: “The enemy is attacking with ferocious force! Any hint of retreat means certain death—only by fighting can you survive!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All pikemen and archers, follow my command to form ranks and fire! If you respond correctly, you will live!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Cong rode along the front, shouting defiantly before the ten thousand enemy cavalry, his bright armor gleaming, his expression solemn—his presence inspired awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A general is the soul of the army. Jia Cong’s calm confidence, unwavering before ten thousand enemy troops, quickly steadied the entire military formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three hundred pikemen formed a triple-strike line; the rear ranks loaded their powerful crossbows with iron-tipped arrows; every soldier stood utterly focused, awaiting Jia Cong’s order to fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Canmeng elite cavalry detachment departed from Wawu Town, bypassed the mountain road, formed a loose formation on open ground, and began their standard rapid charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At a distance of more than ten li from the Firearm Workshop, the cavalry closed the gap at breakneck speed—now they could clearly see the Zhou army’s formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Manhai, surrounded by his hundred personal guards, galloped through the cavalry ranks and barked: “The Zhou army has formed a force of only a thousand—weak and isolated. No need to hesitate!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All units charge full speed! No archery allowed—do not risk killing Jia Cong by accident!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Break into their lines, close in, and cut them down! Spare no one except Jia Cong! Whoever captures him alive shall receive a thousand taels of gold and a ten-thousand-man command!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Manhai’s orders spread rapidly through the cavalry ranks; the riders erupted in excited shouts, blood boiling, their killing intent surging higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thousand taels of gold and a ten-thousand-man command—each cavalryman saw this as an irresistible prize, and all surged forward, vying for this supreme military honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them believed achieving this feat would be difficult, for the enemy formation ahead numbered barely a thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the charge of ten thousand cavalry, they would shatter in an instant. Capturing the Marquis of Weiyuan, Jia Cong, would be as easy as plucking fruit—only speed mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Cong retreated behind the imperial shield wall, sat astride his horse, gazed ahead, drew his curved blade, and shouted: “Hold the line! Wait for my command to fire!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vanguard of the Canmeng cavalry charged forward with roars, entering the range of the firelocks—their Mongol faces, snarling and fierce, now clearly visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The overwhelming momentum of ten thousand charging horses seemed capable of trampling and crushing all before them; Jia Cong felt the earth tremble as if a furious dragon were turning beneath it, about to burst forth and split the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the deafening roar did not shatter his nerves—it sharpened his focus. He poured every ounce of his will into sensing the precise moment the cavalry charge would enter range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the instant the Canmeng vanguard entered firelock range, the waiting gunners finally heard Jia Cong’s thunderous command: “Triple volleys—fire!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words had barely left his lips when over a hundred firelocks discharged simultaneously, a torrent of bullets spewing forth with the thunderous boom of rolling thunder, instantly drowning out the thunder of hooves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Canmeng cavalry vanguard, just entering range, was struck by the first volley—dozens of riders toppled from their mounts; the front of the charge collapsed into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ten-thousand-strong cavalry formation, now thrown into disarray by the mass fall of its vanguard, could not slow in time—those behind surged forward, trampling their own comrades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless riders collided and fell, crushed beneath the hooves of those behind; panicked, riderless horses screamed and bolted wildly; the front of the cavalry formation descended into utter confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the first time the Canmeng cavalry had faced a coordinated volley of firelocks—an experience utterly foreign to them, their minds unable to comprehend the weapon’s lethality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even their warhorses had never heard gunfire; the thunderous roar of a hundred firelocks sent these elite steppe steeds into terrified, shrieking panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The convergence of these factors maximized the impact of the first volley—the ten-thousand-strong Canmeng charge, moments ago unstoppable, now halted abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first volley of a hundred firelocks killed only dozens, but the ensuing collisions and trampling turned hundreds of riders into fallen corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Jia Cong, seasoned in firelock warfare, was taken aback by the effectiveness of this volley—and seized this precious opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though most of the three hundred gunners were in combat for the first time, their triple-volley drills were etched into muscle memory—flawless, automatic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the first volley ended, the second and third followed in rapid succession, like waves crashing one after another, drenching the cavalry in a storm of bullets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The devastating impact of the first volley boosted every gunner’s confidence; reloading, stepping forward, stepping back, firing—all movements flowed seamlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many Canmeng riders who had narrowly escaped being trampled now died in the next volley; casualties among the cavalry swelled again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Cong watched the stalled Canmeng vanguard and ordered all imperial archers and crossbowmen to fire—no respite for the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rain of powerful crossbow bolts filled every gap left by the firelocks, sealing the air with impenetrable death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eight-hundred-man formation became a single, efficient killing machine, mercilessly harvesting Canmeng cavalry lives in mere moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Canmeng cavalry ranks, Manhai heard the deafening gunfire and saw his front line reeling, men and horses falling, cries of agony rising—he turned pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His deputy rode up, terrified: “Second Prince! These are Jia Cong’s firelock troops—their guns spit fire! The vanguard is decimated!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Manhai snapped: “How many firelock troops were in that formation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The deputy replied: “Three or four hundred. Their formation is strange—the main force cannot break through.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Manhai’s eyes gleamed: “Only three or four hundred firelock troops—and they’ve already broken our vanguard’s momentum? The Zhou’s fire weapons are truly formidable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Cong is a man of extraordinary talent. If we could capture him alive and make such weapons for Mongolia, how could we fail to dominate the world?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He has only three or four hundred firelock troops. Even if they hold out for now, can they stop ten thousand Mongol warriors? He is still within my grasp.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Order the center to slow and retreat—avoid their strength. Flank them on both sides, strike their wings, encircle them—and capture Jia Cong alive!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three hundred gunners fired in continuous volleys, their rhythm growing smoother; the crossbowmen behind kept up a steady barrage, pinning the Canmeng cavalry beyond effective range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Jia Cong’s expression grew heavier—eight hundred gunners and crossbowmen alone could not hold back ten thousand cavalry for long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mongols, encountering firelocks for the first time, were momentarily stunned—hence their disadvantage. But this state would not last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander of these twenty thousand cavalry was no fool. A single setback would spur him to adapt swiftly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ai Li laughed: “Yu Zhang, their vanguard has slowed—showing signs of retreat. The Mongols are truly pitiful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ai Li spoke carelessly, but Jia Cong’s face darkened—he realized the sudden retreat of the Canmeng center meant their commander had just awakened to the threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forcing the center to charge through the gun line would cost dearly; now they sought to avoid the front and strike the flanks instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the eight-hundred-man formation’s wings were breached, they would be instantly surrounded—no victory possible, only death beneath ten thousand hooves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Cong leapt onto his horse and shouted: “All cavalry, mount up! Retreat toward Shijia Mountain—evade the Canmeng flanking maneuvers!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He called over the imperial guard captain, Yu Chengzhong: “I will lead the cavalry westward to draw off the Mongol main force. You retreat immediately toward the city walls.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once you enter the range of our archers on the ramparts, you’ll likely survive. If we win this battle and both live, I will petition for your merit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Chengzhong’s face was solemn: “Our survival is thanks entirely to the Marquis of Weiyuan drawing the enemy upon himself. I am deeply grateful—my lord, please, protect yourself!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Cong’s three hundred cavalry and five hundred imperial guards scattered almost instantly, retreating in separate directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three hundred cavalry galloped off like the wind; Yu Chengzhong’s five hundred infantry, fighting for their lives, fled with speed rivaling horses…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the five hundred imperial guards retreated past the Firearm Workshop, they saw five carts burst from within, swiftly overtaking the three hundred Shenji Camp cavalry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Canmeng cavalry ranks, Manhai directed the center’s retreat, preparing to encircle the enemy from both flanks to crush and annihilate them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he ordered the center to fall back, before the flanks could even move, he saw the eight-hundred-man Zhou formation cease fire—and abruptly disband.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Zhou troops split into two groups, retreating in opposite directions, leaving the Canmeng forces confused—uncertain which to pursue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially the three hundred cavalry—they moved like a gust of wind, slipping past the right flank of the Mongol elite just in time, racing northwestward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Manhai flung his whip in fury—he had lost hundreds of his own cavalry in moments, while the enemy suffered not a single casualty, slipping away right before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He roared in rage: “Damn Jia Cong! So cunning—he exploited the moment our formation shifted, reorganized instantly, and escaped!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1616,"2026-06-20T12:19:58.587Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7955f1957a8e4d0c24bec1ce86e039aeb44914a8335e7edad14832269defaef6","my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-chapter-902","my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-chapter-900",920,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-cover.jpg"]