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

Looking at the Han general who had already reached him, Bayar's eyes were filled with terror and despair.

At that moment, he couldn't care less about the excruciating pain in his legs; all he felt was his heart pounding wildly.

The shadow of death loomed over him, making him feel suffocated for a moment.

Jia Jing rode up to him, reined in his horse, and looked down at him.

Only then did the Crown Prince of Northern Yuan truly see Jia Jing's true colors, and recognize the face of this Han general who had single-handedly defeated 50,000 of his Northern Yuan troops.

His eyebrows were like swords reaching his temples, his eyes were like cold stars, and his face was sharply defined as if carved by a knife and axe.

Despite having just achieved a historic victory, there was no excitement, no pride, not even a trace of expression on his face.

There was only utter calm, as calm as a bottomless pool of water.

This calm expression even affected Bayar, causing his wails to grow fainter and fainter until they were barely audible.

Jia Jing didn't say anything to Bayar, nor did he charge again; he simply stopped his horse in place.

At this point, Red Hare was panting heavily after its long run and a series of battles, and its steps were somewhat unsteady.

Although Jia Jing rode Red Hare and Black Steed alternately on his way to Yulin, both horses far surpassed ordinary horses in terms of physique, endurance, and explosive power.

However, Jia Jing's gleaming silver spear and Overlord Bow, among other loads, far exceeded those of ordinary Han soldiers. Even renowned horses like Red Hare and Black Steed, among the best in the land, were clearly struggling to keep up.

Jia Jing gently stroked the mane on the side of Red Hare's neck, then took out a handful of fine feed and fed it.

This feed is a mixture of roasted grains, soybeans, millet, black beans, oats, and a small amount of salt, known as "horse feed."

It also comes with a small amount of honey water and fermented grains to ensure a high calorie supply and quick recovery of physical strength, while also enhancing endurance.

After Red Hare had recovered some of its strength, Jia Jing looked back at the battlefield.

At this moment, on the vast yellow earth outside Yulin City, Niu Jizong, Zhou Yingyuan, and others led several thousand Han soldiers in a relentless pursuit of the fleeing Northern Yuan troops.

Countless Northern Yuan soldiers fled in disarray, abandoning their armor and weapons, while some knelt on the ground, begging for mercy and surrendering.

The situation on the battlefield was already settled, and there was no need for Jia Jing to intervene further.

Jia Jing planted his silver spear in the ground and silently pondered the course of the battle.

In this battle, he single-handedly killed more than a thousand Northern Yuan soldiers, beheaded the Northern Yuan commander-in-chief Toghtoa Bukha, and captured the Northern Yuan prince Bayar.

He shattered the morale of the 50,000-strong Northern Yuan army and single-handedly secured victory for the Han army.

He truly achieved it, fighting against ten thousand men single-handedly, invincible and unstoppable!

After this battle, Jia Jing had a general idea of ​​his current level of martial prowess.

It must be said that, with the martial prowess of Zhao Yun, Lü Bu, and Xiang Yu, his physical abilities have surpassed those of anyone throughout history.

Whether it's strength, explosive power, marksmanship, or archery, he can be said to be the pinnacle of all, or even invincible!

Even the fiercest general cannot withstand a single move from him!

No matter how many soldiers there are, they are just a number to him!

On the battlefield, he feared no one and no attack.

Unless he is trapped in specific terrain and slowly worn down by the enemy, or ambushed and assassinated, he is invincible on the front lines.

Of course, his strength lies in his physical attributes and martial arts skills, not in any truly extraordinary abilities.

He was still a mortal, and he could get tired. This intense outburst had left him feeling somewhat fatigued.

Although his physical strength surpasses that of ordinary people, it is not limitless.

At the same time, bows, crossbows, swords, and spears can still pierce his body, poisoning can still kill him, and the years can still cause him to gradually age and die.

He is the larger version of Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King, and Zhao Yun in his unparalleled form.

Thinking of this, Jia Jing shook his head and smiled.

In any case, their military strength is at its peak, so perhaps they can be bolder in moving forward and do more of what they want to do.

He never forgot the principle he held dear: when poor, one should cultivate one's own virtue; when successful, one should benefit all under heaven.

Now that I've come to this world, I hope to bring about a small change.

However, even with strong military power, one should not be arrogant or complacent.

Arrogance should not be indulged, desires should not be followed, ambition should not be excessive, and pleasure should not be extreme. The revolution has not yet succeeded, and we must continue to strive!

Jia Jing severed the slight arrogance and distracting thoughts that arose in his heart from the use of force, and once again regained his inner peace and indifference.

Another hour or so passed.

The battle outside Yulin City had come to a complete end. Apart from the Han army still cleaning up the battlefield, there was no longer any sound of fighting outside Yulin City.

Blood irrigated the yellow earth outside the city, and severed limbs covered the land outside the city gates.

Even under the midday sun, the blood mist in the air lingered for a long time.

The battle was over, and all the Han soldiers slowly gathered around Jia Jing.

Their gazes toward Jia Jing were filled with the utmost reverence, as if they were looking at a deity from the heavens.

Jia Jing knew that after this battle, his position in the hearts of these Han soldiers would be unshakable!

Jia Jing didn't say much, but simply asked the Zhuque who had gathered around him:

"What are our casualties?"

Zhuque looked at Jia Jing with even deeper respect than before, and bowed in response:

"My lord! According to a rough estimate, our two thousand light cavalry at Bashang suffered fewer than a hundred casualties in this battle."

"More than three thousand brothers in Yulin City were killed or wounded in this battle today. However, most of the casualties were caused before the Marquis arrived. In the pursuit after the Marquis killed the general and captured the flag, they only suffered more than one hundred casualties."

"In addition, in this battle, including the Northern Yuan soldiers killed by the Marquis, our army killed or wounded more than 20,000 enemy soldiers and captured about 4,000. The rest of the enemy soldiers scattered and fled, and have disappeared without a trace."

After Zhuque finished speaking, Niu Jizong and the others standing nearby were stunned.

Although they knew that the battle had been extremely successful, many Northern Yuan soldiers killed each other during their rout, and there were countless cases of people being crushed, trampled, and dying violently.

But no one expected that they would kill or wound more than 20,000 people and capture 4,000.

Keep in mind that the entire Han army only numbered a little over three thousand.

Not to mention that their own injuries were so minor.

However, with Jia Jing leading the charge by slaying enemy generals and capturing their flags, and having already broken the enemy's morale, it seems reasonable that the brothers were merely pursuing and killing the fleeing troops.

They had never fought a battle like this before.

Niu Jizong couldn't help but pull out a string of ears and loudly proclaim:

"This battle was entirely thanks to the Marquis's bravery... It's amazing, I haven't fought such a satisfying battle in a long time."

"I had a great time killing today. Look at these ears! I killed more than fifty Northern Yuan Tartars by myself. It was so damn satisfying."

When Niu Jizong spoke of Jia Jing, he seemed at a loss for words to describe his bravery and strength, and in his inability to find the words, he uttered the word "astonishing".

He felt that "amazing" was not enough to describe it; "earth-shattering" might be a better way to express his shock.

Feng Tang, who was standing to the side, also lost his usual composure. He bowed deeply to Jia Jing and said:

"Only today have I realized the bravery of Marquis Jingwu; I've truly wasted decades of my life!"

Then he jokingly said to Niu Jizong:

"Old Niu, how the hell do you still have time to cut off ears? I've been killing so many people that I haven't had time to do anything else."

The Han army originally recorded merits by cutting off enemy heads, but with more than forty heads, Niu Jizong had nowhere to put them, so he chose to cut off ears.

Upon hearing this, Niu Jizong laughed heartily and said:

"These are all military achievements! We have to make time for them even if we don't have it!"

"I, Old Niu, have been a first-class earl for several years now. This time, I'm incredibly lucky to be able to come out with the Marquis and collect military merits. If I don't act proactively, wouldn't I be out of my mind!"