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

The ruthlessness that erupted from Toghtogbuhua in his anger now transformed into an iron wall standing in his way...

More than 300 supply wagons were urgently pushed onto Jia Jing's route, forming a five-line, crescent-shaped formation.

The vehicle was heavy, and the wheels sank half a foot into the mud. Because of the urgency, there wasn't enough time to fill the entire cargo compartment with boulders.

Instead, it was piled with huge stones, grain, arrows, and even several carts of iron pots, all tightly bound with thick ropes.

Although there were no chains between the vehicles, the gaps were so small that only one person could pass sideways.

Behind each gap crouched ten Northern Yuan soldiers wielding long hooked knives. The blades of these knives were five feet long and were specifically designed to hook horses' legs and cut their sinews.

"Han general!" A commander of a thousand men from the Northern Yuan army shouted hoarsely from behind the chariot formation.

"You think you can charge? Come on! Let's see how your horse gets past!" The commander said smugly.

As long as we trap the Han general here and prevent him from advancing any further, we can wear him down sooner or later.

Before the commander had finished speaking, Red Hare had already charged to within three zhang of the first chariot formation.

Jia Jing glanced around—more than three hundred vehicles, densely packed together, like an iron dam.

If it were an ordinary cavalryman, he would either have to take a detour or dismount and climb over, only to be riddled with holes by the hook-blade soldiers.

But he was no ordinary cavalryman.

He dismounted his horse and charged forward, letting out a cold shout:

"Don't be too happy yet!"

With a deep yet sharp whooshing sound, the first huge supply wagon suddenly rose into the air.

Jia Jing's tall and imposing figure reappeared in the eyes of Tuotuo Buhua and the others behind him.

The supply wagon, laden with grain, fodder, and stones, weighing over a thousand pounds, was lifted by Jia Jing's Dragon Gallant Silver Spear.

"Go!" Jia Jing shouted, swinging his arm that was holding the supply wagon sharply.

The incredibly heavy supply wagons suddenly rose into the air and crashed heavily into the Northern Yuan army formation behind them.

"Gulp!" Bayar swallowed hard again, his body went limp, and he almost fell off his horse, muttering incredulously:

"This...this actually...they can fly away!"

You should know that this supply wagon weighs over a thousand pounds; you can't even think about lifting it without a force of several thousand pounds.

But the Han generals did it right in front of them, and it seemed so easy and effortless.

This is no longer human power, but the power of the devil.

The Northern Yuan soldiers were equally shocked until a shadow fell over them.

Accompanied by the whistling sound of something tearing through the air, desperate cries for help rang out from within the Northern Yuan army ranks.

"Run!"

"It's crashing down!"

"what!"

The dozens of Northern Yuan soldiers, shrouded in shadow, didn't even have time to run half a step before being crushed into a pile of mangled flesh by the falling supply wagons.

Not only were they crushed to death, but even more horrifying were the fragments of that supply wagon.

The shattered planks and wheel fragments, carrying the force of over a thousand pounds, crashed down from the sky and flew out like cannonballs to both sides, knocking down a large number of Northern Yuan soldiers within a radius of several feet.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Before the Northern Yuan army could react, Jia Jing had already arrived in front of the second supply wagon blocking their way.

He thrust out his gleaming silver spear and wedged it between the wheels of the supply wagon. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, he lifted the over 1,000-pound supply wagon, sending it flying into the Northern Yuan army behind him.

This time, however, Jia Jing changed his approach in order to inflict maximum damage.

Then came the third. The fourth. The fifth…

Jia Jing thrust his spear five times in succession, and with each thrust, a supply wagon was sent flying.

Each time a supply wagon was propelled by a gunshot and crashed into the Northern Yuan army behind it, it triggered cries of agony and splattered blood, resulting in the deaths of dozens of Northern Yuan soldiers.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he managed to force a breach in the five iron walls formed by three hundred chariots.

Red Hare leaped through the gap and followed Jia Jing forward.

Behind the chariot formation, the commander stood there blankly, his knife falling to the ground, and he forgot to pick it up.

As Jia Jing swept past him, he casually flicked his spear, sending him flying and crashing into the chaotic army ten zhang away.

The central banner of the Northern Yuan army was less than 800 paces away from Jia Jing at this time.

At this moment, the vanguard of the Northern Yuan army, facing Jia Jing directly, was terrified by Jia Jing's killing. Their scalps tingled, their backs were soaked with cold sweat, and their faces showed fear and shock.

Some were so terrified by the supply trucks that seemed to fall from the sky that they wet themselves.

Even though they had the order that anyone who retreated would be executed, they didn't care anymore. Even if they were killed, it would be better than fighting this demon god of the Han army.

The Northern Yuan army ahead began to retreat in disarray, or scattered to both sides, with very few daring to block Jia Jing's path.

Niu Jizong, Feng Tang, Ma Guocheng, and others watching from behind Jia Jing were dumbfounded. They were so shocked by Jia Jing's feat of knocking the supply wagon away that they almost fell off their horses.

"My goodness! Is this even human?" Ma Guocheng exclaimed.

The Marquis is getting more and more ferocious. He actually lifted this supply wagon weighing over a thousand pounds and sent it flying. Is he even human?

"Brothers, get ready! Let's push forward! I see the morale of the Northern Yuan army is waning, and they're not far from defeat!" Niu Jizong shouted.

At this point, he was convinced that Jia Jing was capable of breaking through the enemy lines, beheading generals, and capturing flags.

The morale of the two thousand Han light cavalry was greatly boosted. They revered Jia Jing as a god and even hoped to take up arms and fight alongside him immediately.

Upon hearing Niu Jizong's order, the group immediately spurred their horses and moved a few hundred paces closer to the Northern Yuan army.

At this moment, Tuotuo Buhua finally calmed down a little from the shock that was about to explode in her heart.

Seeing Jia Jing mount his warhorse again and head straight for the central army banner, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

In his eyes, Jia Jing was now like a demon god, and the shock he caused was far greater than the casualties of the Northern Yuan army.

"Is this Han general a human or a ghost? How could such a terrifying person really exist?"

Tuotuo Buhua gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and exclaimed in a startled voice, enunciating each word clearly.

He was truly unwilling to let such a favorable situation slip away. Yulin City was right before his eyes, and the situation was clearly so promising. How could it have been ruined by just one person?

Meanwhile, Bayar, standing beside Toghtobukwa, was trembling with fear, his face ashen, and his expression utterly panicked.

He wanted to persuade Tuotuo Buhua to leave quickly, but he couldn't bring himself to say it—not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

He opened his mouth, wanting to shout "Stop that Han general!" but no sound came out.

He gripped the precious sword at his waist, wanting to urge his horse to retreat, but found his hands trembling so much he couldn't hold the hilt.

He had not shed the tempering of his many years of military service, and when he was winning battles and things were going smoothly, he could talk and laugh.

But when his life was threatened, he learned what fear was.

At that moment, fear, like an icy hand, gripped his heart tightly, making it hard for him to breathe.