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

The Qing troops behind them wanted to escape, but they were too close to the city wall and were within range of crossbows.

Countless arrows and crossbow bolts whistled through the air as they rained down on the Qing army, throwing the attacking Qing soldiers into chaos.

In just a short time, nearly two thousand Qing soldiers were killed or wounded at the foot of the south city wall.

The remaining thousands of Qing soldiers abandoned their armor and weapons and fled back to their main camp in disarray.

"The Qing troops have withdrawn! Pass down the order! Leave no one in the city."

"All soldiers, quickly assemble at the south gate. Taking advantage of the Qing army's retreat, cavalry in front and infantry behind, with the beaded curtains rolled up, follow me straight into the Qing army's main camp!"

Seeing that the opportunity had arrived, Jia Jing naturally wouldn't let such a good chance pass and decisively gave the order.

The messengers on both sides immediately accepted the order.

Jia Jing, along with Feng Ziying and others, quickly descended the city wall, preparing to launch an attack.

At the city gate, the soldiers guarding the other three gates had already lined up in formation, all fully equipped and ready to go, waiting for Jia Jing's orders.

Jia Jing didn't wait long; he quickly walked to the front of the cavalry and shouted loudly:

"Soldiers! The time has come to see who is truly superior!"

"Everyone says that ten thousand Tartars are invincible, but I refuse to believe that my Han soldiers are inferior to them!"

"Those who dare to offend our mighty Han will be punished!"

"All troops, heed my command! Follow me to kill the enemy!"

Inspired by Jia Jing's imposing manner, the Han army soldiers were filled with fighting spirit and shouted in unison:

"Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy..."

The heavy city gates were slowly opened, and the booming sound of war drums resounded throughout Jinzhou City.

As the city gates were fully opened

The first thing that caught the eye was Jia Jing, who wore a bright silver lion helmet, snow-scale armor, held a dragon-spear silver spear, had a blue rainbow sword hanging at his waist, wore a black qilin cloak, rode a white horse, and had a dignified and handsome appearance.

On the left and right sides are generals such as Feng Ziying, Han Qi, and Zhu Que.

Following behind were a thousand cavalrymen, each with a bow and arrow at their waist and a long spear in their hand, fully armed.

Following them were squads of infantry, about six thousand men, fully armored and carrying spears and bows.

As Jia Jing charged out of the city gate, a furious roar echoed through the sky:

"Kill those dog-like Tartars!!"

The entire army was in high spirits, and followed Jia Jing as they rushed out of the city gate and charged toward the main force of the Qing army.

At this time, the main force of the Qing army outside the south gate still numbered around 40,000. After several days of attacking the city, several thousand Qing soldiers had been killed or wounded. In addition, there were about 2,000 Qing soldiers feigning attacks on each of the other three city gates.

At this moment, a hint of excitement and exhilaration flashed in Fei Yanggu's eyes as he stood beneath the Qing army's banner. He had been quite annoyed by the failed surprise attack and the resulting losses of his men.

Seeing the Han army so arrogant, daring to go out of the city to fight in the field with less than 10,000 men.

He immediately spoke excitedly:

"Heaven is on our side! The Han army, after a few minor victories, dares to abandon their defenses and engage us in open battle; they're practically courting death!"

"The Han army appears to have only six or seven thousand men, while our army still has forty thousand. Without a doubt, the advantage lies with us!"

"I order the vanguard to advance immediately and lure the remnants of the defeated army aside. The rest of the troops, form ranks immediately and launch a full-scale attack. I intend to annihilate this Han army in one battle!"

Having said that, Fei Yanggu's face broke into an uncontrollable smile.

Had I known that brat Jia Jing would be so easily lured out of the city, why have I wasted so much time and effort on a direct assault these past few days?

After suffering a few minor defeats, the Han army was lured out of the city, and Jinzhou fell much earlier.

You've overestimated Jia Jing!

Fei Yanggu sighed inwardly.

Then he thought of capturing Jinzhou and advancing directly into Han territory—such a great achievement!

Perhaps he can advance further in the imperial court and truly reach the pinnacle of power!

The other Qing generals responded in unison:

"Excellent! Victory is assured! If the Han army defends the city carefully, it will be difficult for us to take it down in a short time! But since they dare to come out of the city and fight us in the open, they are bound to be defeated!"

"That's right! In open battle, our Qing soldiers have never feared anyone! Especially since the Han army is so small!"

"Perhaps the Han army has run out of supplies and is left with no other option but to fight to the death!"

"That brat Jia Jing is ignorant and arrogant; I will surely kill him in this battle!"

Although the Han army appeared impressive and highly elite, given the relative strength of both sides, the Qing army was still confident of victory!

At this point, the vanguard of the Han army was less than a hundred paces from the Qing army. The Han army was following closely behind the retreating Qing forces after their siege.

Therefore, they were spared from a barrage of crossbow bolts from the Qing army.

Jia Jing took the lead, wielding a long spear, and was the first to engage the Qing army's vanguard.

Jia Jing rode on his white horse, his legs gripping the horse's flanks tightly. He didn't employ any fancy spear techniques; he simply swung his spear and swept it horizontally.

In an instant, a sharp, piercing sound echoed through the air, resounding in the minds of the surrounding Qing soldiers.

The five or six Qing army vanguard cavalrymen were struck as if by lightning. Their eyes flashed with the light of guns, and before they could react, they were thrown off their horses like broken sacks.

"Bang!" Another clang of metal clashing rang out as Jia Jing parried the attack of more than a dozen weapons.

The spearhead flashed rapidly, and with one move, seven or eight more Qing soldiers fell from their horses, clutching bloody holes in their throats.

Jia Jing's spear moved like a dragon, charging forward relentlessly, his body covered in blood, as he fought his way through the Qing army.

Wherever the gleam of a gun flashes, Qing soldiers are sure to perish.

In the short time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, Jia Jing had advanced several hundred meters towards the Qing army's banner, and nearly a hundred Qing soldiers had perished under his spear.

The Qing soldiers at the vanguard were stunned by Jia Jing's martial prowess; was he even human?

Such martial arts skills, moving through an army like the wind, are simply outrageous!

Compared to the Han general Jia Jing, their own Baturu was not even as good as a dog!

Behind Jia Jing were Feng Ziying, Han Qi, Zhu Que, and others.

Zhuque was highly skilled in martial arts. He wielded a horizontal sword and his moves were powerful and ruthless, each move exquisite and vicious, striking fear into the hearts of the Qing army.

Although Feng Ziying and Han Qi were of average martial arts skills, under the leadership of Jia Jing and Zhuque, they still managed to kill or wound several Qing soldiers.

The Han soldiers who followed him were also greatly encouraged, displaying unparalleled bravery, and followed Jia Jing to reap the rewards.

They fought with reckless abandon, trading wounds for wounds and lives for lives, achieving an astonishing casualty ratio of "one Han against five Tartars".

This army defending Jinzhou had already been rigorously trained by Jia Jing.

Including Feng Ziying, Han Qi, and others, they had also been taught martial arts for killing enemies on the battlefield, and were already a highly skilled and capable force.

At this moment, under the leadership of an unparalleled warrior like Jia Jing, they were like tigers among sheep, invincible and unstoppable.

Under such an offensive, the Qing soldiers were completely unable to stop them and even showed signs of defeat.

"Is this still the weak Han army? No wonder they dared to charge our 40,000-strong formation with only a few thousand men."

Fei Yanggu watched in disbelief from behind; he had never imagined that Jia Jing would be so brave and skilled in martial arts.

It should be noted that the Qing army he brought was not weak; it not only included genuine Eight Banners cavalry, but also elite troops from Mongol and Jurchen tribes that had been incorporated into the army.

He once defeated a coalition of 200,000 troops from the Khorchin tribe with his 30,000 Eight Banners cavalry.

"General, what should we do now? That brat Jia Jing is charging towards our central army banner!"

Some of the Qing generals who were full of confidence just now were starting to panic. This was not an advantage for them; it was an extremely difficult battle to win!