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

Inside the golden tent of the Northern Yuan royal court.

Without stabbing his own hands, he grabbed a giant axe and charged straight at Jia Jing. Years of battlefield intuition told him that the Han general in front of him was extremely dangerous.

Furthermore, judging from the fact that he just shattered the fire sieve with a single blow, this person possesses great strength and extraordinary martial prowess.

He did not believe that his own martial arts skills were evenly matched with Huo Shai's, and he did not think he could defeat the person in front of him.

However, he didn't intend to win; he just hoped to stall for time until the Kheshig troops outside the tent could come in to provide support.

"Prepare to die!"

Yi Buci's face flushed red, clearly indicating that he had used all his strength. He swung the large axe in his hand straight down at Jia Jing's forehead with the force of a thousand pounds.

at the same time,

The others in the tent also began to move. Batumonke, as if waking from a dream, staggered back to the rear tent under the protection of several personal guards.

His face was filled with surprise and grief, not knowing why the situation had suddenly turned out this way.

Not only did his loyal and brave general Huoshai die, but his heir apparent Bayar, on whom he placed great hopes, also led Han army assassins into the Golden Tent to commit murder.

But despite the myriad questions and anger in his heart, he could only suppress them for the time being.

He thought he should escape first, and once he caught the two Han Chinese, he would naturally understand the cause and effect of the matter.

Left Chancellor Tuohuan and several important officials of the Northern Yuan also moved backward together. Some lifted the felt curtain of the rear tent, while others drew their swords to protect Batumonke.

Someone tried to pull Bayar up, but Bayar didn't budge. Only he knew best what kind of terrifying killing god the Great Yuan was facing at this moment!

There's no way anyone can escape!

There was absolutely no chance!

All the struggles were in vain!

The scene inside the tent suddenly became chaotic.

Upon seeing this, Jia Jing's expression remained unchanged, only his gaze grew even colder.

He didn't get entangled with Yibuci, but instead kept his eyes fixed on Batumonk's figure.

Seeing that he was about to escape, he immediately took a step forward and headed straight for the tent entrance.

He wasn't blocking the front tent, but the exit of the back tent. With Zhuque guarding the front tent, no one could escape for a while.

Jia Jing arrived first despite being late, standing in the center of the rear tent entrance, holding a gleaming silver spear, blocking the Northern Yuan officials who were trying to rush out.

They and Batumonke were left standing in front of the tent, unable to move forward or backward, at a loss for what to do.

At this moment, Yi Bu Ci, who had just missed with his powerful attack, followed closely behind Jia Jing. With a roar, he swung his great axe down at Jia Jing's head again, trying to clear a path for everyone present.

This axe strike used all his strength; the blade tore through the air, emitting a whistling sound.

The massive axe, weighing dozens of kilograms, combined with the full force of his nine-foot frame, was incredibly powerful.

Faced with this axe blow that seemed unstoppable to outsiders, Jia Jing merely snorted coldly.

Without even looking, he flicked his right hand, and the gleaming silver spear shot out with lightning speed.

A flash of silver light appeared in the tent, and the spear tip pierced through but not the handle of the great axe in the hand.

The handle of this axe is made of ironwood and coated with copper, making it extremely hard.

But under the combined force of the hundred-pound spear and Jia Jing's boundless strength, the ironwood, like rotten wood, snapped in two with a "crack".

After the spear pierced the axe handle, its speed did not decrease at all; it continued forward, plunging straight into the chest without piercing him.

"puff!"

With a muffled thud, the spear tip pierced through Yi Bu's back, bringing with it a cloud of blood mist.

Yi Buci looked down in disbelief at the bloody hole in his chest, the front half of the axe still in his hand, the back half already on the ground.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only a mouthful of blood gushed out.

With a flick of his wrist, Jia Jing's spear shaft trembled, and the massive body was torn to pieces like rags.

Then the remains were shattered into pieces and flung away. The potential energy on the fragments was incredibly fierce, and with immense force, they slammed into several Northern Yuan officials who were unable to dodge in time.

The impact sent several people flying several feet away, where they died instantly.

Jia Jing coldly withdrew his spear and remained standing in the center of the front tent, without moving an inch.

The people of Beiyuan were terrified when they saw this scene!

This Han general is truly terrifying!

Even the fiercest generals couldn't withstand a single move from this man, and were even blown apart like fire sieves, their deaths so tragic!

Such martial prowess is simply inhuman...

The Left Chancellor, Tuohuan, was trembling with fear, his face was deathly pale, and he could barely grip the knife.

He glanced at the felt curtain of the front tent. Batumonk had already led his men to turn around and rush towards the entrance of the front tent, clearly not daring to face the killing god in front of him.

Many important officials of the Northern Yuan Dynasty also closely followed Batumonke, and they still needed time to escape the danger.

Tuohuan gritted his teeth. At this moment, he was thinking not only of himself, but also of his son Tuotuo Buhua in Yulin City.

Now that the Crown Prince has brought this Han general to the royal court, the situation in Yulin is probably also worrying.

What exactly is going on? He still doesn't quite understand!

But he knew that the most urgent task was to cover the Khan's retreat.

Once the surrounding Northern Yuan troops react and capture these two Han Chinese, the truth will come to light.

"Stop him! The rest of you cover Da Han as he rushes out!" Tuohuan shouted hoarsely to the several commanders and guards around him.

As soon as Tuohuan finished speaking, the two Northern Yuan commanders exchanged a glance and simultaneously drew their swords, rushing towards Jia Jing.

They were renowned warriors of the grasslands, having killed countless people throughout their lives.

Although they knew they were no match for the enemy, the Great Khan was right behind them, and they couldn't afford to retreat even half a step.

Jia Jing remained focused on Batumonke, and in the face of the two men's attack, he simply fired another shot.

The gun swept horizontally, the heavy gun weighing over a hundred pounds sweeping across with overwhelming force. Before the two commanders could even hand over their swords, they were already flying through the air.

One person crashed into a pillar, and his brains splattered out.

One person knocked over a brazier, bursting into flames and rolling on the ground screaming in agony.

Another Northern Yuan commander rushed in from the side, attempting a sneak attack, but Jia Jing pierced his throat with a backhand thrust of his spear, suspending him in mid-air before casually tossing him aside.

In just over ten breaths, the important officials of the Northern Yuan suffered heavy casualties, especially the military generals, almost all of whom were killed.

At this point, the only Northern Yuan officials who could stand were the trembling Tuohuan and Alutai, and a few civil officials who were slumped on the ground.

Only five or six guards remained, closely protecting Batumonk.

After surveying the tent with an indifferent gaze, Jia Jing picked up his gun and walked step by step toward Batumonk.

The tip of the gun dragged on the ground, leaving a shallow trail of blood.

When Tuohuan and Alutai approached Jia Jing, they didn't dare to stop him. Instead, their legs went weak, and they knelt down, dropping their knives and trembling all over.

Jia Jing walked past them, ignoring the two for the time being.

Seeing that Jia Jing was heading straight for him, Batu Mengke hurriedly tried to rush out of the tent, but unfortunately, Zhuque blocked his way, and he couldn't get out for a while.

"Great Khan, please wait."