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

"Yes! The situation has come to this point; we have no other choice!"

"The Tianshan Mountains are right behind us; they form the border barrier of our Khanate, and beyond them lies the homeland of our people!"

"We have no choice but to fight. This battle concerns the rise and fall, the very survival of our Khanate. Gentlemen, let us give it our all!"

With a gloomy face, Saiyin Burke echoed, his fighting spirit bursting forth!

Baturze shut his mouth, but his expression clearly showed his dissatisfaction.

Is the Khan's dignity more important or the lives of his 60,000-strong army?

They clearly have no chance of winning; aren't they just playing with their lives?

He doesn't understand!

Galdarma took a deep breath, slowly spurred his horse forward, and addressed the generals on either side to boost morale:

"With 60,000 against 20,000, and our advantageous terrain, we are not without a chance of victory!"

"As long as we can hold our ground and avoid one-on-one battles, we can wear him down even if it means exhausting him!"

"Don't believe the boasts of those defeated soldiers on the grasslands about the Han army. I simply don't believe he could single-handedly defeat my 60,000-strong army!"

"If we can hold this position for two days, reinforcements will arrive from the rear. We are not fighting alone."

"On the contrary, the Han cavalry are deep in enemy territory, numbering only 20,000. As long as we hold our ground, victory will be ours!"

Galdarma's words finally inspired the surrounding Hunxie generals a little, easing their tense expressions somewhat!

If we can hold out for two days, then there shouldn't be any major problems!

At this moment, the deputy general Saiyin Burke suddenly changed his expression, as if he had thought of something.

He carefully estimated the distance between the two banners and couldn't help but say to Galdarma:

"In several battles, Han general Jia Jing always first beheaded the enemy's commander-in-chief, shot the enemy's banner, and captured the flag."

"I heard he has a powerful bow with an extremely long range. Should we move the banner back and hide it behind the main army to guard against any unforeseen circumstances?"

Upon hearing the word "Tibet" from Saiyin Beg, Galdarma's eyelids twitched, but he said expressionlessly:

"Don't worry! I've already inquired! The Han general Jia Jing's powerful bow has a maximum range of only five hundred paces."

"Back then, at the foot of Yulin City, he charged into the enemy lines and only dared to fire an arrow when he was within 500 paces of Tuotuo Buhua."

"He's now a full eight hundred paces from my banner; there's no way he could shoot that far!"

"As long as we maintain this safe distance, there's no need to hide!"

"In battle, morale is of paramount importance! Now, the soldiers lack fighting spirit, and the generals lack courage!"

"If we remain hidden deep within the army, it will only make our men more afraid of the enemy, and the morale of the army will be unstable. In the end, we might even collapse at the first sign of trouble."

When Sain Burke heard Galdarma's explanation, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He only knew that the Han general Jia Jing's arrows could shoot extremely far, but he had not yet learned about the specific range. He never expected that he could shoot an arrow five hundred paces away. He was indeed extraordinary.

It should be noted that ordinary soldiers could only draw a bow with a range of seven dou to one shi (a unit of weight), and the range of a one shi bow was only about one hundred paces.

The limit for a naturally strong warrior is basically a three-stone bow, which is already considered extremely rare.

The Han general Jia Jing could shoot an arrow five hundred paces away, which probably meant that his bow strength was over eight stones. His martial prowess was truly unparalleled throughout history.

However, the two sides' banners are now 800 paces apart, a distance that is quite safe.

There's really no need to worry too much for now; otherwise, it would be a bit unbecoming of a general to worry about that!

Of course, he had already made up his mind in his heart.

As soon as Jia Jing gets within 600 paces of the banner, he will immediately hide in the army camp. After all, his life is the most important thing.

Galdarma took a deep breath and gave the order:

"Order the entire army to hold their ground. No one is to engage in battle without my command."

"Let him fight his battles, we'll defend ours, and we'll wage a war of attrition against him. I refuse to believe that he can defeat my 60,000-strong army by himself."

With the order given, the Hunxie army's formation stabilized somewhat.

Shieldbearers stepped forward, archers formed ranks, and spearmen crouched.

Sixty thousand people, like a hedgehog with its quills drawn up, squatted motionless at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains.

Meanwhile, opposite the Hunxie army were elite Han cavalrymen staring at them with cold expressions.

The 20,000 Han soldiers who accompanied Jia Jing this time were all veterans who had been through the baptism of battle. Each of them had experienced more than one war, and the scars on their bodies and their soaring fighting spirit demonstrated their formidable strength.

The entire Han army legion stretched for miles like a black cloud over the earth, exuding a murderous aura that seemed to contain the power to destroy everything.

The entire Han army was silent; no one spoke. They simply stared coldly at the Hunxie army opposite them.

The warhorses neighed restlessly, and the sharp blades and spears whistled softly once more.

The entire Han army formation was deathly silent, yet this silence seemed to contain a powerful force capable of destroying everything.

"The Hunxie people are afraid."

Looking at the ever-changing formation of the Hunxie, Ma Guocheng spurred his horse forward and said in a low voice.

Jia Jing remained calm and did not respond, only gazing at the dark mass of people opposite him.

He could see the unease in Hunxie's expression; after all, this wasn't the first time he'd encountered such a situation...

The Hunxie people's formation was too tight, which was a sign of their lack of confidence.

Although they had many flags, the flag bearers were positioned too far back, ready to retreat at any moment.

The cavalry at the very front had their horses' heads slightly turned to the outside, an instinctive reaction to flee.

Furthermore, their banner was a full eight hundred paces away from them, which suggests they must have heard that the furthest they had ever shot at a target was only five hundred paces away.

but……

What they didn't know was that the maximum range of their Overlord Bow was actually eight hundred paces, and its extreme range was as high as one thousand paces.

In the past, I had always preferred to play it safe and cherished my precious bow, so I always kept a backup plan, which is why I usually chose to shoot within 500 paces.

This time, however, he did not intend to fight Hunxie for too long.

Therefore, he chose to use a completely new range to refresh everyone's understanding.

He wanted everyone to know that once they came into his sight, their lives were no longer in their own hands.

The so-called safe distance is a joke!

Once you become his enemy, you've completely lost touch with the word "safety"!

Jia Jing rode on Red Hare, wearing a three-pronged purple-gold crown, a red brocade robe with a hundred flowers from Sichuan, a lion-head belt with an exquisite design around his waist, and a bright silver spear in his hand. The cloak behind him was blown high by the north wind, fluttering loudly.

His cold gaze was fixed on the Hunxie army opposite him, and he said in a deep, cold voice:

"The Overlord Bow!"

One of the guards behind him immediately stepped forward and placed the Overlord Bow and a quiver of arrows in Jia Jing's hands.

To lighten the burden on Red Hare, Jia Jing had a personal guard carry the Overlord Bow for him.

The enormous Overlord Bow was entirely black with gold markings, shaped like a crescent moon. Its arms were as thick as arms, and the grip was engraved with dragon scales. It exuded a majestic aura and had an even more sinister dark red color than before.

The moment Jia Jing held the Overlord Bow in his hand, his gaze turned icy cold.

His aura instantly surged countless times, and an invisible killing intent swept over him like a whirlwind.

A specially made iron-tipped armor-piercing arrow was nocked onto the dark Overlord Bow, and it seemed to have been instantly given life, exuding a terrifying aura.

The ten-stone bow was instantly drawn to its full length in his hands, the bow creaking, and aimed directly at Galedama under the Hunxie banner.