Dream of the Red Chamber: Start by gaining Zhao Yun's martial prowess, and be ennobled in a sin

Outside Yulin Garrison City,

Jia Jing charged alone into the Northern Yuan army formation, wielding a gleaming silver spear, its shaft as thick as a child's arm and its entire body gleaming silver.

The spearhead gleamed with a blinding sharpness in the sunlight... He held the heavy spear, weighing over a hundred pounds, in one hand as if it were an ordinary wooden stick.

Niu Jizong looked at Feng Tang and Han Wu on his left and right with a solemn expression. He opened his mouth several times as if to speak, but still did not say anything.

Although he was worried, military orders on the battlefield were absolute and left no room for negotiation; he could only obey orders.

Left with no other choice, he and Zhuque ordered the two thousand light cavalry behind them not to move rashly and to rest and await further orders.

Then Niu Jizong, Feng Tang, and several others rode forward a few steps, gripped the reins tightly, kept a close eye on the battlefield, and were ready to ride forward to support Jia Jing at any time.

at the same time,

Zhou Yingyuan, You Shiyong, and others below the city gate were greatly alarmed to see that only one person from the Han reinforcements was charging into battle.

They fought against the Northern Yuan army for many days, but they were well aware that the Northern Yuan army was not weak.

Charging a 50,000-strong Northern Yuan army formation single-handedly, even with formidable martial prowess, would only be suicide.

"Brother, no! Don't throw your lives away for us!"

You Shiyong shouted at the top of his lungs in Jia Jing's direction.

Although he knew Jia Jing might not be able to hear him, he still shouted and gestured for Jia Jing not to die needlessly.

Seeing this, the other Han soldiers below the city gate gritted their teeth and fought hard against the enemy, secretly worried for Jia Jing.

Upon hearing Jia Jing's loud shout, Bayar, the crown prince of the Northern Yuan army, standing under the central banner, was immediately alarmed, thinking that the Han army had not only come with two thousand men, but perhaps also some kind of ambush.

Then, seeing Jia Jing charging into the enemy lines alone, he was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter:

"Haha... Commander of ten thousand, look! Has this Han general gone mad? He actually dared to charge my army of fifty thousand men all by himself!"

Tuotuo Buhua's expression also hardened, a hint of doubt in her eyes. After thinking for a moment, she slowly said:

"It is said that the Han general Jia Jing was extremely brave and fierce. He once broke through the city gate of Jizhou City by himself. He had unfathomable power."

"Your Highness, we should be careful."

Upon hearing this, Bayar's handsome face paused for a moment, then he smiled and said:

"Chief of Ten Thousand, you're overthinking it! That's just a rumor spread by the Han people!"

"Taking the enemy's head amidst ten thousand troops is merely a fantasy from Han Chinese folktales. No matter how fierce and brave he is, how could he possibly withstand my thousands of soldiers!"

"Just now, Zhou Yingyuan also tried to charge towards my central army banner, and now look what happened..."

Tuotuo Buhua did not refute further; in truth, he did not believe that one person's martial prowess could defeat an army of ten thousand.

However, his years of military experience taught him that even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, so one can never be too cautious on the battlefield.

So he coldly gave the order:

"Send another three thousand men to wipe out the last remnants of the Han army under the city gate. We must act quickly, as we do not yet know if the Han army has any other reinforcements. We must enter the city immediately."

"As for the Han general who charged into battle, do not kill him easily. Timur, you lead three hundred elite cavalry to capture him for me."

Bayar listened to Toghtog Bukha's cautious plan and sneered inwardly. Sure enough, the older the general, the more timid he becomes.

Was it really necessary to send out three hundred elite cavalry to capture just this one Han general?

Not to mention that Timur was a fierce general in the Northern Yuan army. Letting him lead three hundred men was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

Bayar was disdainful in his heart, but he did not show it on his face. After all, he was only the deputy commander, and he would not interfere with Toghtog Bukha's deployment unless necessary.

With Tuotuo Buhua's order, three hundred Northern Yuan cavalrymen, led by their commander Timur, charged towards Jia Jing from the Northern Yuan army formation ahead.

Jia Jing was now very close to the vanguard of the Northern Yuan army, and within moments he was engaged in combat with Timur and his men.

Timur took the lead and arrived in front of Jia Jing first. He swung his hook spear at Jia Jing, intending to pull Jia Jing off his horse and capture him alive.

He was a famous and fierce general in the Northern Yuan army. He once killed a tiger with a mace. Very few soldiers in the Northern Yuan army could dodge his attack.

In the blink of an eye, Timur's hook spear was less than a foot away from Jia Jing's body.

Jia Jing didn't even glance at Timur, and vigorously spurred his Red Hare, speeding past like a whirlwind.

At the same time, he flicked his silver spear, the tip of which struck Timur's chest lightly, arriving first after the spearhead.

Having fully integrated the martial prowess of Zhao Yun, Lü Bu, and Xiang Yu, Jia Jing had never truly unleashed his full power, and he himself was unaware of just how strong he was at that moment.

All I know is that it was slightly more powerful than when it smashed through the city gates of Jizhou.

His spear technique at this time was not only Zhao Yun's Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix and Seven Probing Serpents, but also incorporated Lu Bu's Invincible Halberd Technique and Xiang Yu's Eighteen Single-Handed Thrusting.

It can be said that in terms of martial arts alone, he has reached a level of unparalleled skill rarely seen throughout history, and various spear and halberd techniques have become second nature to him.

Then, Jia Jing's 100-pound gleaming silver spear gently touched Timur's chest armor.

This seemingly light force shattered Timur into pieces, leaving him with a look of astonishment on his face.

But in an instant, even the armor disappeared, leaving only a cloud of blood mist on the horse's back.

The shattered flesh and blood splattered among the surrounding Northern Yuan cavalry, knocking seven or eight of them off their horses, blood gushing from their mouths; they were clearly dead.

This scene immediately made Toghtogbuqa and Bayar, who had been closely watching the development of the battle, tense up, their faces showing undisguised shock.

This Han general is incredibly brave!

Timur was not only defeated without a single move, but was also torn to pieces with a single blow.

The force of the attack, along with the scattered flesh and blood, crushed seven or eight Northern Yuan cavalrymen around it, killing them all. This force was more than a thousand pounds.

"Don't capture him alive, swarm him and kill him directly."

Tuotuo Buhua immediately changed his strategy. In order to prevent too many casualties on his side, he shouted loudly at the three hundred cavalrymen in front of him.

In an instant, all sorts of maces, spears, axes, and scimitars came crashing down on Jia Jing.

Swords, spears, and axes flashed from all sides, as if intent on tearing Jia Jing to pieces.

Jia Jing's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent, and the red brocade robe with flowers behind him suddenly billowed up.

He gripped the spear with both hands, swung it in a wide arc—the Dragon Gallant Silver Spear was so fast that only afterimages could be seen. As he swung it, the wind howled, creating a gust of wind.

Within a radius of three zhang, dozens of Northern Yuan cavalrymen and their horses were swept away, like scarecrows struck by a giant hammer.

It tumbled in the air, landed, tumbled again, and crushed its companions that surged from behind.

The news of his downfall was heard everywhere.

Many of the Northern Yuan cavalrymen didn't even get close to Jia Jing before being knocked off their horses by their comrades, coughing up blood.

Blood, along with severed limbs, splattered all over the ground, leaving Jia Jing's surroundings suddenly empty.

Jia Jing did not stop; Red Hare continued its relentless charge, like a red lightning bolt, cutting deep into the heart of the three hundred cavalrymen.