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

On the battlefield, under the watchful eyes of countless soldiers from both sides,

Jia Jing snorted coldly, spurring his horse forward at full speed while drawing his bow and nocking an arrow, the bowstring drawn as full as a moon.

He easily drew the ten-stone Overlord Bow into a full moon.

The bow creaked and groaned, the sound of it bearing the ultimate load.

The arrowhead pointed five hundred paces away—not at the catapult, but at its cable.

Those taut, thick hemp ropes, each as thick as an arm.

"Whoosh..."

The bowstring trembled violently, and the specially made, two-pound iron-tipped armor-piercing arrow flew out of the bow.

The arrow pierced the air, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

The sound was sharp and piercing, like the wailing of ghosts or the roar of a dragon, piercing through the clamor of the battlefield and shooting straight at the first catapult.

At a distance of five hundred paces, the arrow flew through the air for less than two breaths.

"Boom!"

With a sharp crack, the cable of the first catapult snapped.

The long arm of the catapult snapped back, and the stones that had just been loaded into the ammunition bag were not launched.

Instead, it hurled backward—smashing into the group of Northern Yuan soldiers operating the catapult, killing seven or eight people on the spot.

The second arrow.

"Boom!"

The cable of the second catapult broke.

The third arrow. The fourth arrow. The fifth arrow...

Jia Jing fired thirteen arrows in succession.

Each arrow accurately hit the cable five hundred paces away, and each arrow instantly rendered a catapult unusable.

After the thirteen arrows, all the catapults went silent.

Some cables broke, and the long arms snapped back;

Some of the shots hit such tricky spots that the entire aircraft frame collapsed.

Two more stones had just been thrown from their ammunition magazines when the cables snapped, causing the stones to lose their direction and fly diagonally into the nearby Northern Yuan army, carving a bloody path through them.

At this moment, Jia Jing was less than five hundred paces away from the central banner of the Northern Yuan army, and Tuotuo Buhua's astonished face clearly appeared in his field of vision.

At this moment, Jia Jing's aura surged, and an invisible killing intent swept within a ten-zhang radius around him, causing the Northern Yuan soldiers to retreat in fear.

At this moment, another dark, armor-piercing iron arrow was nocked onto the Overlord Bow, its tip pointed directly at Tuotuo Buhua on the high platform.

Tuotuo Buhua felt as if she were locked in by an invisible aura. Her heart sank, and she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. Cold sweat poured down her back!

In that instant, Tuotuo Buhua wanted to jump off the platform as fast as possible, but it was too late.

Jia Jing's bowstring, taut like a full moon, trembled violently once more. A deafening whistling sound rang out again, and the iron arrow transformed into a bolt of lightning, hurtling past.

The next instant, he appeared on Tuotuo Buhua's chest as if he had teleported.

The dark arrow carried Tuotuo Buhua's body backward, then pinned him high into the thick wood supporting the banner behind him.

Tuotuo Buhua's eyes were wide open, still filled with panic, fear, and resentment, as if he had died with his eyes open.

At this moment, both the Northern Yuan soldiers and the Han army were shaken!

The Northern Yuan soldiers stared in disbelief at Toghtoa Bukha, who was nailed to the banner, with bright red blood flowing continuously from his chest and mouth.

Upon witnessing this scene, the Northern Yuan soldiers felt as if their minds were about to explode!

My scalp went numb instantly!

"Chief of Ten Thousand Households!"

"General!"

"General!"

……

The guards surrounding Toghtog Buhua roared out, their eyes bloodshot, finding it hard to accept.

If the head coach dies, they'll be in deep trouble too!

The morale of the ordinary Northern Yuan soldiers plummeted once again, and their already demoralized state, which had been terrified by Jia Jing, completely collapsed.

The Northern Yuan soldiers could no longer maintain their formation or engage in battle; they abandoned their armor and weapons and fled in all directions.

Some of the young soldiers from the Northern Yuan had eyes full of despair and gloom, and their eyes were filled with terror as they looked at Jia Jing, as if they were looking at a devil!

After this battle, they will likely never have the courage to face Jia Jing again.

There may still be some veterans of the Northern Yuan who want to fight to the death to avenge Toghtoa Bukha, but they have become insignificant in the face of the overall situation.

"Soldiers, what are you waiting for! The Northern Yuan commander is dead! The time to make your mark has come! Kill them!"

Sitting on Red Hare, Jia Jing fired another arrow, shooting down the Northern Yuan banner.

He still held the Overlord Bow, whose bowstring hummed continuously, and then a loud shout resounded throughout the city of Yulin.

The next moment, Zhuque, Niu Jizong, and the others snapped out of their shock, their blood boiling, their spears pointing forward, and they coldly shouted:

"Cavalry battalion! Charge with me!"

After saying that, Zhuque, Niu Jizong, and the others rushed out first with excited expressions.

They slew their generals and captured their flags; the enemy army had completely collapsed!

If not now, when? This is practically free military merit!

Watching Jia Jing charge single-handedly against 50,000 enemy soldiers, break through their lines, and kill their commander, the Han soldiers who had been watching from the sidelines were even more excited and charged forward with roars of excitement!

They regarded Jia Jing as a god descended from heaven, and felt a deep and sincere respect for him!

Generals are the courage and soul of the army!

With such a brave and invincible general leading them, what do they have to fear!

Just rinse it!

Ma Guocheng roared, "Northern Yuan Tartars, I'll charge at dawn!" and then took the lead, charging into the rout of the Northern Yuan army. His spear pierced the chest of a Northern Yuan soldier.

As the spear was drawn, it splattered with blood, and the Northern Yuan soldier who was running a little slower became the first soul to die under his spear.

"That was exhilarating! I've never fought such an easy battle in my life!"

Ma Guocheng laughed loudly, his blood-stained face resembling that of a demon, and then relentlessly pursued the other Northern Yuan soldiers.

At the same time, Niu Jizong, Feng Tang, Han Wu, Zhu Que and others led two thousand elite Han cavalrymen in pursuit of the fleeing Northern Yuan troops.

Facing the demoralized Northern Yuan soldiers, the Han soldiers drew their swords and spears and charged forward with unrestrained ferocity.

At this moment, not only the two thousand light cavalrymen on Ba Shang were like chickens on steroids, but also the Yulin garrison troops who had been fighting bloody battles at the south gate were also infected.

One by one, they mustered their remaining courage and, led by Zhou Yingyuan and You Shiyong, charged outwards.

The Northern Yuan army that had originally stood in front of them had long since scattered and fled in all directions, crying out for their parents and wishing they had two more legs.

The Northern Yuan soldiers on the battlefield were overwhelmed by the two Han armies and retreated in disarray, offering no resistance whatsoever.

However, even though the Northern Yuan soldiers fled desperately, they still fell in droves under the swords and spears of the highly motivated Han soldiers, with thousands killed or wounded in a single encounter.

At this moment, the army truly suffered a crushing defeat!

"Retreat! Retreat quickly! Retreat with me!"

At this moment, Bayar, the crown prince of the Northern Yuan, who was being protected behind the large leather shield, was terrified.

Having witnessed Tuotuo Buhua being shot to death by Jia Jing, he felt a chill run through his body. Even hiding behind a shield, he felt no safety whatsoever and kept urging his personal guards to retreat.

While giving repeated orders, Bayar grabbed the reins and turned his horse around, galloping away.

"Run! The devil is attacking!"