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

Jia Jing's voice wasn't loud, but it struck Batumonk like a thunderclap.

His legs buckled and he nearly fell.

Jia Jing quickly stepped forward, reached out with his left hand, grabbed Batumonke by the collar, and lifted him up like a chick.

"Damn it!"

"Quickly, save the Khan!"

Upon seeing this, Batumonke's personal guards were filled with rage and shouted loudly. They then turned around and wanted to fight Jia Jing to the death.

Before they could even make a move, Zhuque seized the opportunity to stab two of them to death with a gun. The remaining few only took three steps forward before Jia Jing casually stabbed them to death.

Jia Jing carried Batu Mengke back to the tiger-skin chair in the tent, casually threw him on the ground, and stepped on him.

Zhuque followed closely behind, brandishing his spear and keeping watch over the remaining Northern Yuan ministers in the tent.

Thus, in a short period of time, all the Northern Yuan people inside the golden tent were either dead or captured; not a single one escaped.

At this moment, Batumonke, who was being held down by Jia Jing's foot, finally asked the question that had been bothering him:

"Who are you? What do you want with the Golden Tent? There are 20,000 Kheshig soldiers guarding outside the Golden Tent. Even if you capture me, you won't be able to escape!"

Batumonk questioned repeatedly, his expression filled with grief and anger, and a hint of barely perceptible fear.

But Jia Jing ignored him, listening indifferently to the rapidly approaching footsteps outside the golden tent.

Seeing that Jia Jing ignored his question, Batumonk turned his angry and disappointed gaze to Bayar and said sternly:

"Bayar, answer me!"

Batumonk already had some suspicions about this matter, but he couldn't believe that his son, on whom he had placed so much hope, would betray the royal court!

but,

Regardless of the circumstances, it was Bayar who brought the Han people into the Golden Horde, and Huoshai, Yibulai, and others died as a result. Bayar cannot escape this responsibility!

Bayar lowered his head, not daring to look Batumongk in the eye, his expression a mixture of shame and fear.

Batumonk shouted angrily again:

"Bayar, look into Ben Khan's eyes! Answer me!"

Bayar was jolted awake by the drink, his head still lowered, but a deep voice emanated from his mouth:

"Father! This man is Jia Jing, Marquis of Jingwu of the Great Han! He single-handedly broke through the Yuan army of over 50,000 men at the gates of Yulin!"

"He slew generals and captured flags amidst a vast army, shot and killed Toghtoa Bukha, and captured Erchen. Tens of thousands of my Great Yuan soldiers were utterly defeated by him alone."

"This person is a celestial demon god, invincible. Your son was coerced by him. Father Khan, please do not blame your son. Your son had no choice..."

"The Han army he brought has already surrounded Langshan. Father Khan, surrender!"

Bayar's words struck like a bolt from the blue, leaving the Northern Yuan members in the tent terrified!

What?!

A major defeat at the front? The Han army has already surrounded Langshan?

Batumonke even wondered if he had misheard!

Marquis Jingwu, Jia Jing, single-handedly defeated more than 50,000 troops of our Great Yuan, beheading generals and capturing flags, resulting in a disastrous defeat at the front.

Although he had some suspicion that there was a problem at the front, he did not expect the truth to be so outrageous!

He even wondered if he was drunk and dreaming!

Tuohuan, who was kneeling on the ground to the side, also felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

He never imagined that the situation at the front lines had deteriorated to this extent, and he never expected that his son, Toghtog Bukha, whom he had always been so proud of, was already dead!

Batumonk stared at Bayar, his face turning extremely ugly, and he gritted his teeth as he said:

"So, Bayar, as the heir apparent of the Yuan Dynasty, you actually surrendered to the Han Dynasty and even led them to destroy my Yuan Dynasty?"

Batumonke's eyes blazed with boundless rage, he wished he could get up and chop this unfilial son to pieces!

Just moments ago, he was thinking of putting Bayar in charge of the Kheshig army, and of gradually transferring power to Bayar, thinking that with a successor, the Yuan Dynasty would have hope!

As a result, all of this now seems so ridiculous!

This unfilial son actually did such a thing as knocking on the door for the enemy; he's simply cowardly and spineless!

He had heard that a gatekeeper had appeared in the Han Dynasty ten years ago, and he had ridiculed the matter at the time. He never expected that his Northern Yuan would produce an heir who was an inside man!

Faced with Batumongk's questioning, Bayar timidly replied:

"I have no choice! Even if I don't lead the way, they can still attack on their own!"

"This man is a demon sent by Heaven; we are no match for him! Father Khan, surrender! Only by surrendering to the Han Dynasty can we survive..."

"Shut up! You unfilial son! You are not worthy of the bloodline of the Golden Family! You are not worthy of the surname Borjigin! You deserve to die!"

"Our great Yuan warriors only die in battle; they never surrender!"

Batumonk glared angrily and shouted angrily.

Before he finished speaking, countless chaotic footsteps and shouts came from outside the golden tent.

"Something's happened at the Golden Horde!"

"Protect the Emperor immediately!"

"Quickly, protect the sweater!"

"quick……"

The Kheshig soldiers guarding the golden tent finally realized something was wrong, as they were alerted by the sounds of fighting inside.

It wasn't that they reacted slowly, but rather that Jia Jing acted quickly, and the tent was already filled with the sounds of drinking and shouting, making it noisy. In addition, no one expected that the heir apparent, Bayar, would rebel.

The tent flap was suddenly flung open.

A military officer dressed as a commander of a thousand households led nearly a thousand fully armed Kheshig soldiers in, brandishing swords and spears, their imposing manner menacing.

Then they saw a sight inside the tent that astonished them.

Inside the golden tent, everything was in disarray, with more than a dozen corpses, including those of the commander, civil officials, and guards, lying haphazardly on the ground.

The ground was covered in blood, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

Some sharp-eyed observers even spotted the heads of the Privy Councilor Huoshai and the general Yibu, who were rolling around in a corner of the ground, their eyes wide open in disbelief.

At this moment, their Khan was being trampled underfoot by a man wielding a silver spear, while the other ministers, including the left and right prime ministers, were being watched by another man with a spear.

All the Kheshig soldiers were stunned, not knowing what was going on, how the golden tent had become such a tragic scene in such a short time.

They stood there dumbfounded, unsure of what to do.

Seeing his men arrive, Batumonk's face lit up with joy, and he shouted:

"Quickly, save me! This man is a Han Chinese assassin..."

"Slap... Ah..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jia Jing slammed the gun into his mouth, making a muffled thud.

Batumonk let out a short scream, a red mark instantly appeared on his face, and he spat out a mouthful of teeth and blood.

Jia Jing coldly swept his gaze over the charging Kheshig soldiers, his eyes sharp as knives, and then suddenly roared:

"Your Khan is in my hands, who dares to step forward!"

The sound was like thunder, causing the felt on the tent roof to shed dust.

Upon hearing this, all the Northern Yuan people present trembled with fear, their legs shaking, and no one dared to move.

Jia Jing opened his eyes wide again and roared angrily:

"Put down your weapons!"

The boundless murderous aura and the gaze, coupled with the long spear dripping with blood in his hand, and the Great Khan Batu Mongke beneath his feet.

The soldiers of the Kheshig army at the forefront felt their hearts pound with fear, as if a chill ran from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

With a clang, the knives and spears in the hands of several people fell to the ground.

"Clang, clang..."

The sound of weapons hitting the ground rose and fell in waves. Of the nearly one thousand elite Kheshig soldiers, two or three hundred of them involuntarily let go, and their weapons rolled to the ground.

The remaining few hundred people, including the commander, did not lose their weapons.

But he was so frightened that he trembled all over, his face turned pale, and he was caught in a dilemma, unable to advance or retreat.

What was even more unexpected was the Right Chancellor, Arutai, who was kneeling on the ground, already trembling with fear after Jia Jing's brutal actions.

Startled by Jia Jing's shout, he rolled his eyes back and fell straight to the ground, seemingly lifeless.

The power of a single shout is truly astounding!