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

In just a short while, another 300 of the Northern Yuan's 2,000 cavalrymen were killed or wounded.

"Ah! Han general, prepare to die!"

Nahachu naturally could not allow Jia Jing to continue slaughtering like this, so he immediately led dozens of elite soldiers to block Jia Jing's path and together they strangled him.

Nahachu was one of the fiercest generals in the Northern Yuan army. He once killed dozens of Han soldiers in a battle against the Han army and was promoted to commander of a thousand households for his merits.

After Timur's death, Toghtogbuqa sent him to fight Jia Jing, believing that he might be able to put up a fight against Jia Jing.

"Kill them!"

"The Han general is about to die!"

"Die!"

Mongolian and Chinese were mixed together, and the Northern Yuan soldiers around Jia Jing shouted repeatedly.

Countless weapons of all kinds came flying at Jia Jing again, and spears were thrown from afar.

The Northern Yuan soldiers employed a variety of tactics, all in an attempt to inflict some effective damage on Jia Jing.

Jia Jing remained expressionless and cold, letting out a cold shout as he gripped the spear with both hands, his waist and stance perfectly aligned, and swung the 100-pound gleaming silver spear with all his might.

"boom……!"

It was as if a thunderclap had suddenly appeared, startling the nearby warhorses and causing a ringing in people's ears.

As the gun swept across, the air was compressed into a semi-transparent arc-shaped ripple that rapidly spread outwards.

Wherever the shockwave passed, sand, stones, and grass clippings were blown away, and the armor of those who got close was crushed and the skin on their faces was deformed by the wind.

The shockwave crashed into the crowd, denting the armor of dozens of people in the front row, causing them to spit out blood, and sending them flying off their horses.

The person twenty paces away was pushed backward by the wind pressure, the plates of his armor rattling loudly, and he was unsteady on his horse.

After the gun shot, a white, vacuum-like trail was left in the air, disappearing in an instant.

After the shouts of men and the neighing of horses, a large area in front of Jia Jing was cleared away once again.

As for Nahachu, Jia Jing had no idea that such a person existed from beginning to end.

Less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea later, Jia Jing killed more than 400 of the 2,000 elite cavalrymen sent by Tuotuo Buhua.

Including the more than 200 men who were killed in the previous 300 cavalry, the number of Northern Yuan soldiers who died under that bright silver dragon spear was no less than 700.

The corpses were piled up on the ground, layer upon layer.

Blood flowed like a river, staining the land beneath their feet red.

Red Hare was covered in blood, and its originally red mane was now even more vividly dyed.

At this moment, Jia Jing was wearing a deep red Sichuan brocade robe with a hundred flowers, and his beast-faced chainmail was stained with blood. Only his eyes remained bright and calm.

Because he was getting closer and closer to the central banner of the Northern Yuan army.

He reached out and touched the Overlord Bow hanging on Red Hare's back again, then put it down.

No rush, we can get a little closer.

The remaining thousand or so Northern Yuan elite cavalry dared not approach Jia Jing any further.

Even though they were the elite of the Northern Yuan army, and even though they had experienced countless bloody battles, they couldn't help but show fear in their eyes when they looked at Jia Jing.

There's no way to fight this. Neither ranged nor melee attacks work. If you get close, you die, and to a terrible degree.

This Han general was not human at all, but a demon sent by Heaven.

At the south gate, You Shiyong, Zhou Yingyuan, and others kept a close eye on Jia Jing's movements.

After witnessing him single-handedly kill hundreds of Northern Yuan soldiers, they were all shocked, but their faces were filled with joy and fervor.

"Damn it, is this even human?"

You Shiyong's eyes widened; he felt like he was dreaming.

I thought Jia Jing's solo charge was a reckless act and a sure way to die, but who knew the enemy would be so brave.

"I never imagined that there were such valiant figures in our Han army. No wonder he was ennobled at such a young age. If not such a person, who will be?"

Zhou Yingyuan's face was also full of shock.

By this time, he had probably already guessed Jia Jing's identity.

Aside from the Marquis of Jingwu, who was born into a family of founding military merit and was a descendant of the Dukes Rong and Ning, he couldn't think of anyone else who carried the Jia banner.

At this moment, Zhou Yingyuan felt that they were truly saved, and even felt that they might be able to launch a counterattack against the Northern Yuan army.

With such a valiant general, how could the Han Dynasty worry about unrest in the Northwest or instability on the grasslands!

Marquis Ji'an fled, but Marquis Jingwu came instead. What a twist of fate! Perhaps my chance to make a name for myself has arrived!

Beneath the central banner of the Northern Yuan army, Bayar's eyes were filled with utter shock.

He was now separated from the Northern Yuan army by several layers of formations, gazing at Jia Jing, who was covered in blood. His handsome face showed no sign of fear, and his throat moved suddenly.

On this early spring morning, despite the low temperature, countless fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead!

He swallowed hard and tentatively said:

"Commander, this Han general is heading straight for our central banner. Should we move it back a bit...?"

It has to be said that Jia Jing's god-like appearance frightened him a little!

Especially now that Jia Jing is only about a thousand paces away from them, they can arrive on horseback in an instant.

Tuotuo Buhua's face was ashen, and his eyes showed a great deal of fear, but along with the fear came an uncontrollable rage.

He was terrified by Jia Jing's inhuman martial prowess. The Northern Yuan army was not without fierce generals, and even he himself was quite skilled in martial arts; otherwise, he would not have become a commander of ten thousand households.

However, there is absolutely no one with such terrifying martial prowess as Jia Jing, who could kill hundreds of people in a short period of time. How could human beings accomplish such a feat?

But he was equally furious, furious that the crown prince Bayar actually wanted to escape, and furious that many of the Northern Yuan soldiers at the front were actually retreating!

This was unacceptable to the proud and arrogant Toghtoa Bukha. In his mind, the Northern Yuan soldiers were among the most elite troops in the world, and they should be as fierce as wolves pouncing on sheep when facing the Han army.

When did it become the case that tens of thousands of Northern Yuan soldiers were so frightened into retreating by a mere Han general?

Moreover, he carried the trust and expectations of the royal court, serving as the commander-in-chief of this army.

Now that they had finally managed to breach the gates of Yulin after suffering countless casualties, and were on the verge of achieving victory, how could he possibly be willing to move the banner back now?

It must be understood that the battle situation is unfavorable at this time, and the banner cannot be moved arbitrarily. If the banner is withdrawn, the morale of the army will definitely waver.

Thinking of this, Tuotuo Buhua made a snap decision, ignoring Bayar's advice. After a moment's thought, he angrily gave the order:

"The vanguard, hold your formation! Anyone who retreats will be executed on the spot! Archers, fire! Anyone who retreats even a single step will be shot dead!"

"No matter how powerful the Han general is, there is only one of him. I don't believe his strength is inexhaustible. If I can't kill him, I'll first tie up his horse."

"Men! Immediately move all the supply wagons up there and quickly form five 'wagon formations' along the Han general's advance route."

"The chariots were to be positioned close together, and men with long hooks were to be sent to hook the legs of the Han generals' horses. Once the Han generals were forced off their horses and trapped in the chariot formation, they were to be killed."

At this moment on the battlefield, Jia Jing was still a thousand paces away from the central banner of the Northern Yuan army.

But the road is gone.