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

Jia Jing didn't look at him again, but instead raised the Shangfang sword high.

He shouted loudly at the restless soldiers of the Ba Shang camp outside the barracks gate:

"This is the Imperial Sword bestowed by His Majesty, representing the Emperor's authority! I am the Military Governor of the Ba Shang Camp, personally appointed by His Majesty!"

"Marquis Hu Mei of Linchuan has disregarded military law, violated military discipline, neglected defenses, acted arrogantly and rebelliously, and offended the majesty of Heaven. I, the Marquis, have already punished him on behalf of Heaven!"

"The rest of the soldiers of Ba Shang, immediately return to your respective camps and await my orders! I will only punish the ringleaders; the rest will be spared! Do not jeopardize yourselves!"

"Know that pointing a knife at the imperial sword is tantamount to treason, punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one's family!"

Jia Jing's loud shout echoed throughout the barracks, momentarily stunning not only the Jingnan military officers inside, but also...

Even the ordinary soldiers outside the barracks were stunned, looking at each other, not knowing what to do.

They didn't actually intend to risk their lives for the Marquis of Linchuan and the others; they were simply influenced by their surroundings, felt uneasy, and wanted to draw their swords to protect themselves.

Apart from the military officers and personal guards who were related to Wu Xun from the Jingnan lineage, the ordinary soldiers in the camp were not that loyal to the Marquis of Linchuan and his men.

After all, the Marquis of Linchuan and his men frequently withheld military pay, abused soldiers, and acted recklessly in the camp. Now, they had not received their pay for two months and had lost the hearts of the troops.

At this moment, Ma Guocheng, who was outside the barracks, stared wide-eyed at Jia Jing's actions.

He didn't understand. How did things turn out like this in such a short time?

I thought he was a cowardly military governor, but I didn't expect him to be so bold. He even killed the Marquis of Linchuan without hesitation. His martial arts and courage are extraordinary.

Upon hearing Jia Jing's shout, his eyes darted around quickly, realizing that this was his chance.

With such a powerful, domineering, and ruthless military governor in the Ba Shang camp, and the imperial sword personally bestowed by His Majesty, Wu Xun, the commander of the Jingnan Camp, will likely never again have the opportunity to act arrogantly and domineeringly in the camp as he did before.

Those damned Marquis of Linchuan and Marquis of Zhongqin, how dare they threaten me? They've met their match, they're doomed!

Ma Guocheng looked at Zhongqin Hou and the others in the barracks, who were furious but dared not make a move, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He quickly walked to the ordinary soldiers outside the barracks and shouted loudly:

"Damn it, what are you all standing there for! Didn't you hear what the military governor said?"

"That bastard Marquis of Linchuan usually bullies us, withholds our brothers' pay, and makes us do hard labor for him. That son of a bitch has done all sorts of bad things in the camp."

"Now they've finally gotten their comeuppance! Do you still want to lose your lives for him? The military governor was a good official who came to help us on behalf of the court!"

"You all still dare to disobey the governor's orders? Get back to your respective barracks and await further instructions! Hurry up! Come back with me!"

Ma Guocheng frequently addressed the soldiers; he was a high-ranking military officer in the camp and held considerable prestige.

His words reminded the soldiers in the camp of the usual behavior of the Marquis of Linchuan and his men, and the expressions on their faces changed constantly.

But they all relaxed a bit and gradually calmed down. Most of the ordinary soldiers among them didn't actually want to cause trouble.

Urged on by Ma Guocheng and his personal guards, they all retreated to their own barracks.

Before leaving, Ma Guocheng gave Jia Jing a military salute, showing great respect.

In a short while, most of the ordinary soldiers who had been watching around the commander's barracks had dispersed.

Only a little over a thousand of Wu Xun's personal guards and retainers remained, armed with knives and spears, their expressions shifting as they awaited orders from Marquis Zhongqin and his men.

Marquis Zhongqin, who had fallen to the ground, stood up with the help of General Huang Bin.

He stared intently at Jia Jing, his face ashen, and roared sharply:

"Jia Jing, even if you are the military governor of Ba Shang Camp, even if you possess the imperial sword, you have no right to directly execute the Marquis of Linchuan!"

"He is a military officer of the imperial court, granted an imperial edict of immunity from death, and according to the laws of the Han Dynasty, his sentence can be reduced based on his merits! You are so cruel and bloodthirsty, let's see how you explain yourself to the court!"

"My Jingnan lineage will never let this go! I'll remember this day; we'll see!"

As he spoke, he tried to signal the generals of the Jingnan Wuxun Army present to leave.

He realized that he had completely lost ground today, and if he continued to fight, he was afraid that he would not gain anything.

After leaving the camp, he contacted the Duke of Zhao and the Duke of Cheng, among others, to plan his next move.

At that time, we must go to the palace to impeach Jia Jing for the crime of killing a military officer without authorization, and avenge the Marquis of Linchuan.

Jia Jing remained calm, glanced at the gloomy-faced Marquis Zhongqin, and said coldly:

"Did I say you could leave?"

Marquis Zhongqin was furious upon hearing this;

"You don't intend to kill us all, do you?! I don't believe you have the guts! It's better to fight to the death!"

With a wave of his hand, the Marquis of Zhongqin summoned thousands of his personal guards and retainers to surround him once again.

They surrounded Marquis Zhongqin, Huang Bin, and other military heroes who had fought against the Jingnan Rebellion, holding knives and confronting Jia Jing's personal guards.

Jia Jing's gaze remained calm as he said indifferently:

"You think you're worthy of a fight to the death?"

Having finally gathered these people together to capture them all in one fell swoop, how could Jia Jing let them go so easily?

If this group is not eliminated, it will be difficult to truly control the Ba Shang camp.

Jia Jing picked up the nearly 200-pound Silver Dragon Spear beside him, stomped heavily on the ground, and leaped into the air.

The spear in his hand was like a black lightning bolt, unleashing a devastating attack with overwhelming force and killing intent, rolling towards the crowd.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, blood and flesh splattered, and clods of earth flew everywhere. Amidst the dust and smoke, more than a dozen soldiers collapsed, coughing up blood.

Then he swept his spear across the ground again, his spear like a dragon emerging from the sea, and wherever it passed, dozens of soldiers were sent flying backward with broken bones and torn tendons!

In the blink of an eye, the spear whistled through the air again, leaving only a black afterimage, smashing dozens of people to the ground!

In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred people fell to Jia Jing's gun!

No one could get within five feet of Jia Jing; even the violent shockwave from the spear could make the enemy soldiers lose their footing.

After another dozen or so breaths, most of the Jingnan Wuxun's personal guards and servants in the barracks were no longer able to stand!

Meanwhile, Jia Jing's personal guards, led by Zhuque, stripped the incapacitated Marquis Zhongqin and several generals and captains of their armor, seals, and weapons, and detained them.

"How can they be so amazing!"

At this moment, Marquis Zhongqin and the others no longer cared about being captured. They clenched their fists in shock, watching Jia Jing kill indiscriminately like a tiger among wolves.

Their hearts were even more shaken than when they saw Jia Jing kill the Marquis of Linchuan!

One against a thousand! Sweeping through an army!

That spear is deadly if it touches you, and wounds if it grazes you!

They themselves were completely unharmed!

How can someone possess such formidable individual combat skills! Is this even human?

No wonder he was able to defeat 150,000 Qing troops!

No wonder he dared to kill the Marquis of Linchuan so recklessly!

No wonder...

A deep sense of fear and regret arose in their hearts.

……

An hour and a half later, Jia Jing arrived at the training ground of the Ba Shang camp with his personal guards.

At this moment, a head fluttering in the wind was hanging under the flag in the training ground, the same head of Marquis Hu Mei of Linchuan who died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.