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

At the foot of Wolf Mountain,

Faced with the sudden attack by Niu Jizong and his Han soldiers, all the Northern Yuan soldiers were in a state of panic and unease.

They were filled with fear and confusion, completely unsure whether to fight back or flee!

But the Han army did not give them a choice.

"kill……"

Niu Jizong, Zhou Yingyuan, Feng Tang, and others took the lead, tightening their reins and charging ahead.

The steed beneath him moved like lightning, quickly reaching the barricades at the foot of the Northern Yuan army's mountain defense line.

Zhou Yingyuan swung his spear, and the barricades and other obstacles in front of him were knocked aside.

Then, the spear swept across, and three Northern Yuan soldiers who tried to step forward to defend themselves were sent flying several meters.

The Han soldiers followed closely behind, swarming forward and brandishing their swords and spears.

The Northern Yuan soldiers in this area had little will to resist, and they collapsed immediately after being charged by the Han army.

Some tried to resist, but as soon as they raised their knives, they were trampled into mincemeat by the horses' hooves.

Some tried to escape, but were cut down by Han cavalrymen who caught up with them.

Some people knelt down and begged for mercy, and were taken prisoner by the rear guard.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the defense line at the foot of the mountain was breached.

Niu Jizong and his men continued to ride at full speed towards the mountainside. When they arrived at the camp, they found the gates wide open and flames shooting into the sky.

Everywhere there were burning tents, and everywhere there were Northern Yuan soldiers trampling and crowding each other, and the red flag of the Han army fluttering in front of the golden tent was particularly eye-catching.

Niu Jizong and other Han soldiers were greatly encouraged and filled with pride, and quickly threw themselves into the battle.

The few remaining Northern Yuan soldiers still resisting in the camp were divided and surrounded by the Han soldiers who rushed up the mountain, and were eliminated one by one.

Niu Jizong was covered in blood from the fighting. He led his men directly into several of the Kheshig army's magnificent tents, specifically targeting and killing some of the Northern Yuan generals.

These Northern Yuan generals had to be eliminated, as they represented a greater military achievement.

Feng Tang, on the other hand, led a squad of archers, took up a high vantage point, and shot down the generals who tried to organize a resistance.

One arrow, one kill; never a miss.

Zhou Yingyuan led three hundred vanguards to block all the roads leading from the mountainside to the summit, trapping the fleeing Kheshig army in a sea of ​​fire.

They were well-organized and had a clear division of labor, which led to the complete annihilation of the Northern Yuan soldiers on Wolf Mountain.

While Niu Jizong, Ma Guocheng, and others led their troops in a surprise attack on the Northern Yuan army camp, Jia Jing was not idle either.

He and Zhuque had already taken the Northern Yuan Khan Batu Mongke and a number of important officials hostage to the Han army banners outside the golden tent.

This was done primarily to ensure that the Han army's banners were not replaced, thereby continuously undermining the morale of the Northern Yuan army.

At this moment, the red Han flag at the top of the flagpole was fluttering in the night wind.

Under the firelight, the large Chinese character "汉" (Han) appeared to flicker, like a dancing flame.

At the foot of the flagpole, Jia Jing stood steadily, holding a bright silver spear, with Zhu Que standing beside him, staring at the group of prisoners.

Batumonk and the others knelt within three feet of them, their hands bound.

With his forehead pressed against the ground, his whole body trembled like a leaf, and he dared not move an inch.

As time went on, more and more Northern Yuan soldiers gathered around Jia Jing and Zhu Que.

From a thousand people to more than two thousand, a dense, dark mass.

These were the personal guards near the Khan's golden tent, and they had seen the banner outside the tent being replaced.

However, many people still rushed over immediately to check the situation.

As the number of Northern Yuan soldiers increased, their courage grew with each increase, and many of them became restless, wanting to rescue their Khan from Jia Jing's clutches!

"Get some sweat done!"

"If you release the Great Khan, I'll spare your life!"

Every now and then, men dressed as commanders of the Northern Yuan dynasty, numbering in the thousands and hundreds, would shout loudly, trying to intimidate Jia Jing and Zhu Que with their numbers.

Jia Jing ignored all the shouts and listened calmly to the sounds of fighting in the camp and the sound of Han army horses' hooves coming from the foot of the mountain.

He knew that Niu Jizong and others had acted according to plan, and that most of the Northern Yuan troops had been defeated.

All he and Zhuque need to do now is protect the Han army's flags and important prisoners like Batu Mongke.

As the Great Khan of the Northern Yuan, Batumongke's political significance was immense!

It would be far more valuable to capture him alive and bring him back to Shenjing than to send his head and box to the capital.

Imagine if Batu Mongke and these important officials of the Northern Yuan could be escorted to the capital, presented as prisoners at the Imperial Ancestral Temple, to comfort the souls of the Taizu, Chengzu and the soldiers who died in the Northwest over the years.

That would greatly boost the morale of the Han army and the people.

The Northern Yuan was a border threat that existed since the founding of the Han Dynasty, and it was a foreign tribe that neither Emperor Taizu nor Emperor Chengzu were able to completely quell.

If this battle allows us to capture the Northern Yuan Khan and bring him to the capital, then without a doubt, the news of this victory in the Northwest War will shake the entire Han Dynasty!

This level of achievement is among the best since the founding of the Han Dynasty, and unprecedented since Emperor Jingsheng ascended the throne.

One can imagine,

The world will be shaken and the country will be in an uproar. How happy Emperor Jingsheng will be!

What could be more daunting than the Northern Yuan Khan kneeling in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, only to be challenged by Emperor Jingsheng with the words: "Alas, you are a small country with wolfish ambitions, repeatedly invading our borders, utterly ignorant of your own mortality..."

What would better satisfy Emperor Jingsheng's imperial vanity?

They could even have Batumonke perform a grassland surrender dance for Emperor Jingsheng! And honor him as the Heavenly Khan!

Then the history books recorded on the spot: In the tenth year of Jingsheng, Batu Mengke presented a dance and bestowed an honorific title upon His Majesty the Great Han.

With such a scene, even if Emperor Jingsheng didn't grant him the title of King, he would probably still be a Duke!

Not only will he be promoted and ennobled, but his voice and influence in the court will also increase many times over.

Therefore, Batumonk was more politically valuable alive than dead.

Just as Jia Jing was pondering this, the Northern Yuan soldiers were getting impatient.

The first to make a move was a commander of a thousand households from the Northern Yuan Dynasty.

This man was named Hadan, a famous warrior in the Kheshig army. He was as big and strong as an ox and was skilled in wielding a 60-pound iron mace.

He quietly circled around the crowd to Jia Jing's back, and under the cover of the Northern Yuan soldiers and the night, he approached Jia Jing little by little.

Ten steps, seven steps, five steps.

As they drew ever closer, Jia Jing remained oblivious. Overjoyed, Hadan suddenly raised his iron mace, aiming it at the back of Jia Jing's head.

Then, like an arrow released from a bow, he shot out and slammed down the iron mace in his hand.

Hadan's lips curled into a smile; he was certain that this time he couldn't possibly miss.

The stalemate on the field was suddenly broken, the frozen atmosphere instantly ignited, and countless Northern Yuan soldiers showed surprise on their faces.

In that split second, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, Jia Jing thrust his spear backward with his right hand, the butt of the spear striking Hadan's chest first.

With a "crack," that was the sound of a sternum breaking.

Hadan felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer. His body flew backward several times faster than the speed at which he had been charged, and after soaring three zhang (approximately 10 meters) into the air, he exploded with a bang.