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

At the critical moment,

Jia Jing swung his spear a third time, the shaft sweeping horizontally once more. The weight of over a hundred pounds, combined with the power of the charging warhorse, transformed the Bright Silver Dragon Spear into a silver arc.

As the arc passed, dozens of cavalrymen were simultaneously thrown from their horses, their sternums collapsed, blood gushing from their mouths, and they landed as mangled corpses.

Every shot fired wasn't meant to kill one person, but rather to wipe out a whole group.

Then came the fourth, fifth, and sixth shots.

Jia Jing did not pause for a moment.

He simply fired shot after shot with a calm expression and indifferent eyes.

The 100-pound Silver Dragon Spear in his hands was as light as a reed and as fast as lightning.

Every shot fired resulted in the deaths of dozens of people.

With each thrust, a dozen or so men would be pierced through the chest.

No one could stop the spearhead;

Wherever the spear passed, not a single horse could stand.

He charged into the enemy ranks in no time, leaving a trail of blood nearly a hundred paces behind him.

Corpses lay strewn across the road, layer upon layer, like land turned over by a giant plow.

Severed limbs were scattered all over the ground, and blood flowed like rivers, forming scarlet streams.

The three hundred-strong Northern Yuan cavalry were mostly killed by Jia Jing in less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

Moreover, most of them were torn to pieces and died extremely tragically.

The remaining dozens of Northern Yuan cavalrymen had already spurred their horses away from Jia Jing, their eyes filled with terror, and dared not take another step forward.

At this moment, Toghtogbuqa and Bayar, who were under the central banner, were completely stunned!

Tuotuo Buhua's expression was extremely gloomy, and his eyes were filled with shock.

Unexpectedly, this Han general actually possessed the courage to fight ten thousand men. Such martial prowess was unheard of, comparable to those who could defeat ten thousand men in unofficial historical records.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that someone could be that strong.

Meanwhile, Niu Jizong, Feng Tang, Zhou Yingyuan, and others who had been paying close attention to Jia Jing's side of the battlefield were dumbfounded, their eyes wide with shock!

In a short time, more than two hundred enemies were killed?

It's true that there were fierce generals in history who could kill hundreds of people, but to kill more than two hundred people with such speed as Jia Jing, as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, is something that even the top generals probably couldn't do!

Absolutely terrifying!

Especially Niu Jizong, Feng Tang and others, they had heard of Jia Jing's extraordinary bravery, but they did not expect that his bravery would be to this extent!

Is this what you call exceptional bravery?

This is inhuman!

Niu Jizong exclaimed in surprise:

"From now on, never use the word 'brave' to describe me again. Compared to Marquis Jingwu, I am simply ashamed to even mention bravery."

"When I read the military report from Jizhou City in the past, it said that Marquis Jingwu smashed through the city gate. I thought it was an exaggeration by the front lines, but I never expected it to be true!"

"Even if the ancient overlords were reborn, they wouldn't possess such astonishing strength!"

Feng Tang's expression changed, and he exclaimed in surprise:

"My son Ziying told me that Marquis Jingwu is the bravest in the world, but I didn't quite believe it, thinking he was just a country bumpkin."

"I never imagined that I, as the father, was so ignorant. Such martial prowess is simply astonishing."

After the initial shock, everyone felt their blood boil and their fighting spirit soar.

Generals are the courage of the army!

With such a peerless warrior as their commander, what is there to fear in this Northwest campaign?

Even the fifty or sixty thousand Northern Yuan soldiers in front of us no longer appear so ferocious and terrifying; this is all thanks to their battle achievements!

The morale of the Han soldiers was greatly boosted, and even the fatigue from more than ten days of marching seemed to vanish instantly.

Meanwhile, the Northern Yuan soldiers looked terrified, and their morale plummeted.

Beneath the banner of the Northern Yuan central army, Toghtog Bukha sat on his horse, gripping the reins tightly, his expression shifting from shock to fury.

Even if you are a match for ten thousand men, I still have more than fifty thousand troops on my side. We can wear you down even if we just wear you down.

"To us Mongols, Han Chinese are like sheep without teeth. Even if one of them is a little stronger, he is still just a sheep."

"Nahachu, take your two thousand elite cavalry and kill him!"

Tuotuo Buhua waved his hand again and gave a cold command.

He refused to believe that with so many men and troops, he could be intimidated by a single Han general!

Today, no matter what, we must kill this Han general.

Two thousand cavalrymen from the Northern Yuan army in front of him immediately charged towards Jia Jing again.

Two thousand Northern Yuan cavalrymen galloped across the land, forming a crescent formation, advancing wave after wave towards Jia Jing, surrounding him in the center.

"Release the arrows!"

Instead of engaging Jia Jing in close combat, the commander of a thousand households, Naha, ordered his cavalry to fire arrows before even getting close to Jia Jing, intending to kill him with a volley of arrows.

At Naha's command, two thousand arrows were fired simultaneously.

"Buzzing..."

The hum of bowstrings was incessant, and arrows flew out from the Northern Yuan army formation like locusts, blotting out the sky and shooting towards Jia Jing from all directions.

Jia Jing's expression was cold and stern; he was not intimidated by the rain of arrows.

He swung the gleaming silver spear in a wide arc, so fast that only a flash of silver light could be seen, accompanied by a series of sonic booms in the air.

The silver light spun faster and faster, becoming denser and denser, and in the blink of an eye, it formed an impenetrable silver light shield around him.

The arrow shot out and struck the light barrier...

"Clang, clang, clang, clang..." The crisp cracking sound continued.

The arrow struck the gun barrel and was not deflected, but shattered into pieces.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and iron arrowheads scattered, yet not a single arrow could pierce the silver light or hit him even slightly.

Even more terrifying was that the gust of wind generated by the rotating gun barrel created a visible shockwave.

The shockwave spread outwards, scattering the subsequent arrows and sending them crashing to the ground.

Not a single arrow could get within three feet of Jia Jing.

Not only him, but even his Red Hare horse wasn't hurt at all.

"Stop!" Naha roared hoarsely.

"Stop shooting..."

late.

As soon as the rain of arrows stopped, Jia Jing vanished from his spot before giving the Northern Yuan soldiers any time to react.

The next moment, Red Hare crashed into the formation of the two thousand Northern Yuan cavalrymen.

The gleaming silver spear swept across.

With the first shot, dozens of Northern Yuan cavalrymen were simultaneously thrown into the air, their sternums caved in, and they coughed up blood.

The second shot killed dozens more people.

The third shot. The fourth shot. The fifth shot...

Jia Jing charged through the two thousand cavalry of the Northern Yuan army, his silver spear striking down hordes of soldiers.

No one could withstand a single shot from him, and no one could get within three zhang of him.

He swiftly swung his spear, reaping the lives of the Northern Yuan soldiers.

Those Northern Yuan cavalrymen who were just shooting arrows were now being harvested like wheat, their corpses littering the ground.

Naha shouted desperately, trying to regroup.

But at this time, the Northern Yuan troops were in chaos after being slaughtered by Jia Jing, and his shouts had no effect.

Jia Jing was too fast, as fast as a red lightning bolt, weaving through the crowd, each pause taking away a life.