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

Jia Jing raised his spear, and the Han cavalry behind him drew their swords and spears as well, the weapons gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

"Charge with me!"

With a sharp shout, Jia Jing raised his spear and charged forward on horseback.

"Woo!" The deep sound of the bugle instantly resounded in the silent night, and the Han cavalry surged out, closely following Jia Jing.

Like a torrent of steel, it swept down, determined to shatter everything in its path!

"kill……"

The Han army roared as they charged forward!

Meanwhile, the Qing scouts finally discovered the Han army's movements, and a sharp alarm rang out throughout the camp.

"Enemy attack..."

"The Han army is here..."

"Prepare for battle..."

The Qing army camp seemed to come alive under the moonlight, filled with a cacophony of noise.

People were darting around everywhere, frantically trying to form a battle formation to meet the enemy.

The entire Qing army camp was thrown into chaos, with countless Qing generals shouting wildly.

Everyone was in a panic and unable to mount an effective resistance in time.

"Waaah! Waaah!..."

"Thump thump..."

The sounds of bugles and horses' hooves grew closer to the Qing army camp, becoming a death knell for the Qing troops under the silent night sky.

Led by Jia Jing, the Han cavalry were less than a mile from the Qing army camp, and each of them wore an expression of utter indifference.

"What's going on? Where did these Han soldiers come from?" At this moment, a man walked out from the middle tent of the Qing army.

He appeared to be in his thirties, with a rugged appearance, short stature, slightly overweight, and a face etched with the marks of time and hardship.

This man was none other than Aisin-Gioro Jidu, the commander of the Qing army's left wing, who was in charge of the 30,000 Qing soldiers in this camp.

Jidu's face showed shock and confusion.

He really couldn't understand where the Han army came from, daring to launch a night raid on their Qing army camp.

It should be noted that since crossing the Great Wall and entering Han territory, the Qing army had been invincible, and even when they encountered slight resistance, they collapsed at the first touch.

They rarely encountered significant resistance, let alone dared to launch a night raid on their Qing troops.

The Han people are like weak sheep, only able to cry, wail, and then offer up all their treasures, slaves, and women.

The Jurchens, on the other hand, were fierce, bloodthirsty, and cruel wolves, like gyrfalcons soaring through the sky. From the moment they were born, they were destined to be the masters of the Han people.

The Han Dynasty was nothing more than a gift bestowed upon them by the great god of nature, which they could take as they pleased!

They can plunder whenever they need to.

They even eagerly anticipated war with the Han Chinese, because they could plunder everything they wanted through war.

At this time, how could it be possible that Han cavalry dared to launch a night attack on their camp?

"Where did these Han cavalry come from? Did they come from the Han capital, or from the direction of Jizhou?"

Jidu hadn't expected it to be Liaodong cavalry, because they arrived so quickly.

They had calculated that the Han army from Liaodong would not arrive so quickly.

"General, a large number of Han cavalry are charging towards us outside the camp. We can't see them clearly in the darkness, but there are at least ten thousand of them."

A Qing general rode up to Jidu and loudly reported to him.

"Which Han army is it? Did you see their banners clearly?"

Jidu roared, his heart filled with boundless rage.

"We can't see clearly! The Han army came too fast; we can't see anything in the darkness," the Qing general replied.

"Damn it! Quickly organize a defense! I'll teach these arrogant Han soldiers a lesson!"

Jidu stopped worrying about who dared to attack the camp; his immediate priority was to organize the Qing army for defense.

If the Han army were to breach his camp, he would become a laughingstock among the Qing army.

The Qing army camp was in complete chaos. Some people had just crawled out of bed cursing, some had already dressed and taken out their weapons, and some had already mounted their warhorses, but they still hadn't had time to organize their troops.

The incident happened too suddenly and the time was too short. Even though Jidu was actively organizing, it was difficult to achieve results in a short time.

Meanwhile, Jia Jing had already arrived at the gate of the Qing army camp, braving the sporadic rain of arrows.

"Bang!" A loud noise.

The obstacles such as the deer antlers in front of the Qing army camp were knocked several meters away by Jia Jing with a single spear thrust.

Dozens of Qing scouts stationed in front of the camp were also killed one by one by Jia Jing.

The Xuanjia Army followed closely behind, reaping the heads of Qing soldiers with deadly precision.

Jia Jing and Qin Qiong, leading the Xuanjia Army as the vanguard, quickly broke through the camp's front defenses and rushed into the camp.

"Shubao, take a cavalry unit and set fire to the Qing army camps everywhere."

With a single spear thrust, Jia Jing knocked over a brazier used for lighting and heating in the Qing army camp, sending it crashing onto the Qing army's dry tents. The flames immediately ignited the tents, illuminating the surrounding night.

Although Jia Jing was already confident of victory, in order to reduce unnecessary resistance and casualties among the Han soldiers, he still ordered the use of fire to cause greater panic and losses to the Qing army.

"Yes, General! Brothers, follow me! Burn down the Qing army's camp!"

Qin Qiong loudly accepted the order, leading approximately two thousand cavalrymen, who dispersed into several small teams, and began to kill and set fires in all directions.

In an instant, countless tents were set ablaze, and smoke filled the Qing army's camp.

"Fire! Fire! Fire! The Han army has set fire!"

"Run! The Han army is attacking!"

"Ah! Someone, please save me!"

A cacophony of shouts erupted from the flames within the Qing army camp.

Jia Jing, without hesitation, led the remaining troops straight to the Qing army's main camp in the very center.

In this chaotic camp, the Han cavalry moved as if they were in an empty field.

Under the swords of over ten thousand Han cavalry, countless Qing soldiers' heads flew off, and their corpses were trampled to pieces by the horses' hooves.

"Han people..."

At this moment, a Qing general, speaking incomprehensible gibberish, charged towards Jia Jing, leading hundreds of soldiers to attack the Han army!

"Die!" Jia Jing snorted coldly, riding his horse like a ghost, quickly passing by the Qing army generals.

To the astonishment of all the Qing soldiers, the Dragon Gallant Silver Spear sliced ​​through a dazzling angle and pierced the throat of the Qing general.

A hole the size of a duck egg appeared in his throat, and fresh blood gushed out uncontrollably.

The Qing general tumbled off his horse, his eyes wide with shock, staring at the night sky with unseeing disbelief.

The Qing soldiers who followed were terrified when they saw their once-brave general killed in one move, but it was too late to escape.

The Xuanjia Army following Jia Jing was like a ruthless war machine, constantly raising and lowering their broad, heavy, and sharp swords to reap the heads of Qing soldiers.

"Kill!" Jia Jing charged straight into the central army camp without stopping, his Dragon Gallant Silver Spear flashing continuously, taking the lives of several Qing soldiers with each wave of his hand.

More than 10,000 Han cavalrymen rampaged through the Qing army camp like tigers among wolves. The one-sided slaughter continued relentlessly.

Screams, roars, cries for help, and cries of terror rose and fell, echoing throughout the Qing army camp.