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

Jia Jing led his soldiers on a tour of the city from beginning to end, his eyes chillingly cold.

During his two years in Liaodong, he had become accustomed to life-and-death battles, and small-scale massacres often occurred in the border areas.

But this is the first time I've ever seen such a large city as Zunhua, where the entire city was slaughtered.

How vicious the Manchu Qing dynasty was!

No wonder they're called the barbarians from beyond the Great Wall; they have no humanity whatsoever!

When I first transmigrated here, I was worried that I would be abused by the Manchus, and that the Yangzhou Massacre and the Jiading Massacre would happen to me.

Only after the system was available was I able to survive in this chaotic world.

But must these Han Chinese people suffer another tragic fate of burning, killing, and looting during the Manchu invasion?

Do not!

Absolutely not!

Now that I have come into this world and have the ability to change everything, I must never let them repeat the same mistakes!

Jia Jing made up his mind in his heart.

After two years at the border, he thought he had become heartless, but he clearly still had compassion for the Han people.

War is cruel and merciless; it is always the ordinary people at the bottom of society who suffer.

Jia Jing calmly turned his horse around. Beside him were Qin Qiong, Han Qi, and Zhu Que, followed by 20,000 Han cavalry.

The soldiers' eyes were filled with barely suppressed anger and deep-seated ruthlessness.

"Soldiers, many of you were originally my subordinates, and some of you were only recently recruited to my ranks!"

"Some people know me, while others aren't very familiar with me!"

"My name is Jia Jing! I am a Tiger-General of the Han Dynasty!" Jia Jing said slowly.

Although the voice was not loud, it still clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

All eyes turned to him, wondering what he meant by suddenly saying all this.

"But I have another identity! That is, I am a Han Chinese!" Jia Jing suddenly shouted sternly.

The chilling voice sent a shiver down the spines of the soldiers, a chilling tone laced with murderous intent.

"You have all seen the tragic scene in Zunhua City. The lowly Jurchens have launched a provocation without cause, invading our land and killing our people."

"Their blades are stained with the blood of our compatriots, and their horses' hooves are littered with the wronged souls of our Han people!"

"Those trampled children, those violated sisters, those unarmed civilians lying in pools of blood—how innocent they were!"

What was once a blissful and happy life has turned into a living hell in just a few days!

"If we cannot make these Jurchens, whose blood is stained with the blood of our compatriots, pay for their crimes this time, what face will we have to call ourselves the Han army!"

"Kill all the barbarians who invade our Han land, leave their heads under the walls of Zunhua City, wash away the shame of our great Han, appease the wronged souls of our Han people, and let all foreign tribes that dare to invade us see the consequences of provoking our great Han."

Jia Jing's icy voice echoed throughout Zunhua City, causing the Han soldiers present to silently grip their weapons.

Qin Qiong stood beside Jia Jing, his heart surging with boundless passion, and a chilling killing intent almost emanated from his body.

He suddenly raised the iron mace above his head and shouted, "Kill all the Tartar dogs!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill..." The warhorses beneath the Xuanjia soldiers roared fiercely from their chests.

The Xuanjia Army was a formidable force that had fought its way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood; their killing intent and murderous aura were impossible to conceal at this moment.

More and more soldiers were influenced by them, and one by one they raised their weapons and shouted loudly.

"Kill! Kill! Kill..."

Their ferocious expressions and cold voices resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

"Then let's go! The Jurchens haven't gone far. Let's catch up and use the blood and heads of these barbarian bastards to console the souls of our Han people!"

Jia Jing took the lead.

Behind him, 20,000 troops surged across the land outside Zunhua City like a torrent, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had split open in an instant.

At dawn the next day, just before daybreak.

After killing three Qing scouts, Jia Jing led 20,000 cavalrymen and finally found the Qing army's left flank camp.

The Qing army's left wing, numbering 30,000 men, was stationed at a Han Chinese village about 100 li (approximately 50 kilometers) from Zunhua City.

By this time, the village had undoubtedly been ravaged by the Qing army. The men's corpses were carelessly dumped outside the camp, and the women were raped by the Qing soldiers.

After a night of killing and debauchery, most of the Qing soldiers were still asleep, with only a few scouts on guard.

The cold wind howled, and the scouts huddled behind the fortified walls. They were unwilling to suffer on guard duty for long periods outside and preferred to hide in their warm beds.

Unbeknownst to them, a Han cavalry force had already arrived several miles outside their camp.

Under the lingering moonlight, a cold wind howled, its hollow sound almost completely masking the movements of the Han cavalry.

The Han cavalrymen, dressed in cotton-padded jackets and black armor, held swords and spears in their hands, staring emotionlessly at the Qing army camp not far ahead.

Everyone remained silent, quietly following Jia Jing, who was dressed in military uniform.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet; only the horses, sensing the impending war, stirred restlessly.

They wanted to neigh, but their mouths were stuffed with chopsticks-like objects, and their hooves were wrapped in cloth. The Han army did everything possible to minimize the noise in order to achieve the effect of a surprise attack.

Countless dark figures, like ghosts, slowly approached the Qing army camp. Every Han soldier gripped his long sword tightly, and an astonishing killing intent permeated the ranks.

Jia Jing was at the very front of the group, mounted on his warhorse. He was no longer wearing the snowflake-scale armor he had been wearing.

Instead, he changed into a set of black iron armor with a mountain-shaped pattern and wore a black unicorn cloak, which was stained with black bloodstains that could not be washed away from the battlefield.

He had a Qinghong sword hanging at his waist, a Longdan Bright Silver Spear in his hand, and a newly made three-stone iron bow hanging on his horse's back.

Jia Jing's face was cold, his gaze fixed and calm as he looked at the Qing army camp ahead.

Qin Qiong accompanied him, his face revealing a fierceness beneath his refined demeanor.

Under the dim moonlight, when the army was less than three miles from the Qing army's camp, the faint light from within the camp could already be seen.

"Report! Generals Zhuque and Han Qi have already led their troops to ambush around the Qing army camp. They are just waiting for the general's order to attack together and ensure that not a single Qing soldier escapes!"

A messenger came to report to Jia Jing.

Jia Jing nodded indifferently, his gaze filled with even more murderous intent.

Now that Zhuque and Han Qi are in position, and we are less than three miles from the Qing army camp, it is the perfect time to launch an attack.

The time has come.