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

Jia Jing put down the Overlord Bow in his hand and turned his cold gaze back to the Hunxie Army in front of him.

He picked up his gleaming silver spear, his tall Red Hare roaring in the wind beneath him, and his scarlet cloak billowing behind him!

Jia Jing spurred the horse's flanks, and Red Hare let out a long neigh and suddenly stood up.

Jia Jing's figure stood tall between heaven and earth, gazing at the collapsing Hunxie army formation ahead, his bright silver Dragon Gallant Spear pointing straight forward.

Bathed in sunlight, he looked like an invincible god clad in golden armor. Jia Jing roared furiously:

"The enemy's morale is shattered, the opportunity has arrived! Generals, heed my command, charge with me!"

The cold, sharp voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and the morale of the Han soldiers soared. Their warhorses neighed, their swords and spears clashed, and they charged towards the Hunxie army formation, trampling the endless yellow earth!

Jia Jing took the lead, wielding the gleaming silver Dragon Gallant Spear, and charged into the enemy ranks like a red lightning bolt, carrying an endless and fierce momentum!

Behind him, Ma Guocheng and his 20,000 cavalrymen shouted in unison, their voices like a tidal wave.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The shouts were deafening, and the horses' hooves thundered.

When the Hunxie army saw the Han army charging in, their formation was completely thrown into chaos.

The Hunxie soldiers were already intimidated by Jia Jing's reputation and had little will to fight.

Furthermore, with the death of their commander-in-chief, Galdarma, and the loss of their banner, morale plummeted to rock bottom.

Faced with the ferocious momentum of the 20,000 Han cavalry charging forward, many of the Hunxie soldiers, still in shock, showed extreme panic on their faces.

Without a second thought, most of them threw down their weapons, frantically spurred their horses to turn around, and tried to escape.

The will of 60,000 men crumbled under Jia Jing's two seemingly miraculous arrows.

The elite Hunxie cavalry at the front completely ignored Saiyin Burke's defensive orders, abandoning their armor and weapons and turning tail to run.

The archers in the central army were scattered by the fleeing soldiers before they could even fire their arrows, and the reserves in the rear were swept away and ran backward before they could even figure out what was going on.

The two armies were only a few hundred paces apart, and soon they clashed in close combat.

Ma Guocheng led his troops out from the left flank of the Hunxie army, and wherever his long sword passed, heads fell to the ground.

Yu Shiyong then charged from the right flank, wielding an iron spear to kill seven Hunxie centurions in succession.

Zhou Yingyuan led the rear guard forward and intercepted the fleeing Hunxie central army.

Jia Jingchong was at the very front. His gleaming silver spear swept across the left, sending dozens of men flying.

He wielded his spear in a flash, then swept it across the right, killing more than ten people.

His horse never stopped, his gun never stopped, he marched forward, slaughtering his way through as if he were in an empty field.

The routed Hunxie soldiers dared not fight back; they simply urged their horses to flee, trampling each other in the process, leaving corpses strewn across the field.

At this moment, there were no heroic laments or grassland fervor at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, only naked clashes and bloody battles.

This is the most brutal war, the most real and bloodiest side of this world.

For profit, for survival, for their homeland, soldiers from both countries shed their blood on this land!

The blood of countless Hunxie soldiers flowed into the yellow earth, and corpses piled up everywhere, while the Han army continued its frenzied slaughter!

At this moment, Hunxie's deputy general, Saiyin Boke, was being carried away by several personal guards and ran backwards at top speed!

He glanced back and saw the red figure galloping through the army, leaving a trail of blood and gore in its wake.

The sounds of wailing, weeping, and screaming filled the air!

At the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, a desolate and hellish scene had been created!

The 60,000-strong army, like butter sliced ​​by a red-hot knife, quickly scattered to both sides.

"The devil... he is the devil..." Saiyin Burke muttered to himself, then everything went black and he fainted.

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From the moment Jia Jing released his first arrow to the moment he finished firing his last shot, less than half an hour had passed.

At the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, corpses littered the ground.

The sun had already risen, shining brightly on the endless earth.

But on the southern slopes of the Tianshan Mountains, this battlefield is filled with blood and corpses, offering no warmth whatsoever.

At the end of the battle, the Han army suffered no more than 200 casualties, while the 60,000-strong Hunxie army suffered more than half its casualties and countless prisoners.

Hunxie's deputy general, Baturze, was rescued by his personal guards at great personal risk, but Ma Guocheng's arrow crippled his arm and rendered him utterly incapable of fighting.

Saiyin Boke died in battle, Galedama died in battle, and dozens of Hunxie commanders and centurions also perished.

The remaining remnants of the Hunxie army, abandoning their armor and weapons, fled into the depths of the Tianshan Mountains, never daring to look back.

Where the battlefield is,

Han soldiers were searching the blood-soaked land, and if they found any Hunxie soldiers who were still alive, they would shoot them to finish them off, which could be considered as a way to save them.

Other soldiers began to set up camp and rest, recovering their depleted strength!

Jia Jing reined in his horse and stood in the wilderness at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, gazing at the endless corpses; everything before him seemed to be red.

The yellow earth turned red, the green grass was stained with blood, and even the wind in the world seemed to be crying out in sorrow!

He hung the Overlord Bow beside the saddle and stuck the gleaming silver Dragon Spear into the ground.

Blood dripped from the tip of the gun, drop by drop, seeping into the soil of the Tianshan Mountains.

Ma Guocheng rode over, covered in blood but with a joyful expression. He shouted:

"General! In this battle, we beheaded over 20,000 and captured over 10,000! We also seized countless horses and weapons!"

"Among the Hunxie generals, only the deputy general Baturze and a few centurions escaped with serious injuries; the Hunxie army of 60,000 was almost completely wiped out!"

Ma Guocheng's armor was covered in blood, but his eyes gleamed with a sharp light!

Looking at Jia Jing's profile before him, he felt an overwhelming sense of admiration!

With a leader like that, there's nothing they can't defeat!

This battle was exhilarating, and the military merits were practically handed to me for free!

The brutal fighting on the battlefield did not make Ma Guocheng feel uncomfortable at all. He looked extremely satisfied, as if he was born to be a general!

Seeing Ma Guocheng's excited expression, Jia Jing smiled faintly, gently patted his shoulder, and said in a deep voice:

"After this battle, the border will be peaceful for quite some time!"

Ma Guocheng felt a lightness in his bones after Jia Jing patted him on the shoulder, and flattered him with a delighted expression:

"In the past, Xue Rengui pacified the Tianshan Mountains with three arrows, but I feel he is no match for you, General! You only shot two arrows, and the Tianshan Mountains were pacified!"

Jia Jing was taken aback when he heard this; he hadn't been thinking of comparing himself to anyone!

However, Xue Rengui was a wise minister who appeared in a dream, and so was I!

Now that both he and I are firmly in a precarious situation, there seems to be some room for political posturing that can be manipulated!

If Emperor Jingsheng were to learn of this in the future, he would likely be even more convinced of his identity as the wise minister who appeared in the dream!

Jia Jing looked up at the snow-capped peaks of the Tianshan Mountains in the distance, and a surge of boundless pride welled up within him. He suddenly said:

"The general's three arrows subdued the Tianshan Mountains, the brave warrior sang a long song as he entered the Han Pass! Bring me the arrows."

Ma Guocheng was taken aback, then took out a specially made iron-tipped armor-piercing arrow from the quiver beside him and handed it over.

Jia Jing took the arrow, his face ashen, and turned to give the order:

"Send someone to tie this arrow with yellow silk and deliver it to the Hunxie royal court. Tell them... I shot two arrows at the foot of Tianshan Mountain."

"The first arrow slays the general, the second captures the flag, and this third arrow..."

Jia Jing paused for a moment.

"This third arrow is for their Khan! To demonstrate the might of our Great Han! If they still dare to be ungrateful, I will personally go to their court to retrieve this arrow!"

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A few days later,

The side hall to the right of the Hall of Supreme Harmony in the capital city, on the square outside the hall.

The weather in June was already hot, the cicadas chirped incessantly, and the sunlight shone directly on the steps outside the palace, casting a golden glow.

Officials of the fifth rank and above from the Han Dynasty lined up according to their rank, forming a dense, dark mass that filled almost half of the square.

The morning light shone from the east, casting long shadows on the vermilion palace walls, like rows of silent silhouettes.