Chapter 177: The spear then lashed forth like a dragon

At the critical moment,

Jia Jing swung his spear for the third time, the spear shaft sweeping horizontally again; the weight of over a hundred jin plus the force of the warhorse's charge turned the Bright Silver Dragon Gallbladder Spear into a silver arc.

As the arc swept past, dozens of cavalrymen were flung from their horses simultaneously, their breastbones caved in, blood spurting wildly from their mouths; by the time they landed they lay in a field of corpses.

Each spear thrust didn't kill a single foe, but cleared a whole swath.

Then came the fourth thrust, the fifth, the sixth.

Jia Jing didn't pause for a moment.

He simply maintained a calm expression, his eyes cold and indifferent, swinging his spear again and again.

The Bright Silver Dragon Gallbladder Spear, weighing over a hundred jin, felt as light as a reed in his hand and as swift as lightning.

Every sweep of his spear claimed dozens of lives;

Every thrust pierced through the chests of several men.

Nothing could withstand the point of his spear;

No horse could remain standing where his spear shaft passed.

He had cut into the enemy formation in just a moment, leaving behind a trail of blood nearly a hundred paces long.

Corpses lay strewn across the road, piled layer upon layer, like land turned over by a giant plow.

Severed limbs and broken flesh littered the ground, blood flowed like rivers, converging into countless scarlet streams.

That squadron of three hundred Northern Yuan cavalrymen had more than half of them slain by Jia Jing in less than the time it takes to finish half a cup of tea.

Moreover, most were torn apart, their deaths extremely gruesome.

The remaining dozens of Northern Yuan cavalrymen at this point spurred their horses to flee Jia Jing's vicinity, their eyes filled with terror, daring not to advance another step.

Meanwhile, Tuo Tuo Bu Hua and Ba Ya'er, stationed under the central command banner, were now completely stunned!

Tuo Tuo Bu Hua's expression was exceedingly grim, his eyes filled with shock.

I never expected this Han general to truly possess the valor of a matchless warrior; such martial prowess is unheard of, comparable to the legendary ten-thousand-strong foes of wild histories.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe anyone could be this strong.

And Niu Jizong, Feng Tang, Zhou Yingyuan and the others, who had been watching Jia Jing's side of the battlefield, were even more dumbfounded, their eyes widened in astonishment!

In just a moment, he'd slain over two hundred enemies?

You know that history isn't lacking in generals who could slay a hundred men, but to kill over two hundred as swiftly as Jia Jing, cutting them down like melons and vegetables, is probably beyond even the top-tier warriors!

It's simply terrifying!

Especially Niu Jizong, Feng Tang and the others, they weren't unacquainted with tales of Jia Jing's extraordinary bravery, but they never imagined his bravery could reach such a degree!

Is this what they call bravery beyond ordinary?

This is simply not human!

Niu Jizong exclaimed aloud:

"From now on, don't use the word 'bravery' to describe me; compared to Marquis Jingwu, I'm simply ashamed to speak of bravery again."

"Back when I read the Jizhou City military report, which said Marquis Jingwu smashed the city gate with a hammer, I thought it was just the front lines exaggerating; I never imagined it was actually true!"

"Even if the ancient hegemon were reborn, he probably wouldn't have such astonishing strength!"

Feng Tang's expression shifted, and he likewise exclaimed in astonishment:

"My wife Zi Ying and I have said that Marquis Jingwu's martial prowess is number one under heaven, but I didn't really believe it, thinking he hadn't seen much of the world."

"I never expected that it's I, as a father, who hasn't seen much of the world. Such martial prowess is simply shocking to hear."

After the crowd was shocked, their hearts boiled with fervor and their fighting spirit rose.

They became the army's bold heart!

With such a peerlessly brave commander leading them, what is there to fear in this northwestern campaign?

Even the fifty or sixty thousand Northern Yuan troops before them don't seem so ferocious and terrifying; this is all thanks to their achievements!

The Han army's soldiers also had their morale greatly boosted; even the fatigue from over ten days of marching and raiding seemed to vanish in an instant.

Meanwhile, the Northern Yuan troops' faces were filled with alarm, their morale plummeting.

Under the Northern Yuan central command banner, Tuo Tuo Bu Hua sat on his horse, gripping the reins tightly; after shock came fury.

"Even if you are a match for ten thousand, I still have over fifty thousand troops here; I could wear you down by attrition."

"To us Mongols, Han people are nothing but toothless sheep; even if one of them happens to be a bit stronger, they're still just sheep."

"Na Ha Chu, take your two thousand elite cavalry and kill him!"

Tuo Tuo Bu Hua waved his hand again, issuing the order in a cold voice.

He simply couldn't believe that with so many troops under his command, he'd still be frightened by a Han general!

"No matter what, today we must kill this Han general."

Immediately, the Northern Yuan troops before him split off two thousand cavalrymen and charged again at Jia Jing.

The two thousand Northern Yuan cavalrymen galloped across the land, forming a crescent formation, advancing wave after wave toward Jia Jing, surrounding him at the center.

"Fire arrows!"

The Chiliarch Na Ha Chu, forgoing close combat with Jia Jing, ordered his cavalry to loose arrows even before they neared him, hoping to kill him with a volley of ten thousand arrows.

At Na Ha Chu's command, two thousand arrows were loosed all at once.

"Buzz—"

The bowstrings' buzzing filled the air, as arrows flew from the Northern Yuan ranks like a locust swarm, darkening the sky and pouring from all directions toward Jia Jing.

Jia Jing's expression was cold and stern; he was not frightened by this rain of arrows.

The Bright Silver Dragon Gallbladder Spear whirled in his hand, a mere blur of silver, the air crackling with sonic booms.

That silver light spun faster and faster, growing denser, and in the blink of an eye it formed an impenetrable silver shield around him.

The arrows struck, slamming into that shield……

"Ding ding ding ding ding……", the clear cracking sound never ceased to reach the ears.

Arrows struck the spear shaft, not being deflected but directly shaken into fragments.

Wood chips flew, arrowheads scattered, yet not a single arrow could penetrate that silver light, nor could it wound him in the slightest.

What's more terrifying, the spear shaft's rotation kicked up a strong wind, forming a visible air wave.

The air wave spread outward, throwing the subsequently incoming arrows into chaos, causing them to fall one after another.

Not a single arrow could come within three chi of Jia Jing.

Not to mention him, even the Red Hare Horse beneath him didn't have a single horse hair harmed.

"Stop!" Na Hachu bellowed in a hoarse voice.

"Stop the arrows……"

Too late.

The arrow rain had just ceased, and Jia Jing gave the Northern Yuan soldiers no time to react, already vanished from his spot.

The next moment, the Red Hare Horse charged into the formation of these two thousand Northern Yuan cavalry.

The Bright Silver Dragon Gallbladder Spear swept horizontally.

At the first thrust, as the arc passed, dozens of Northern Yuan cavalry were launched into the air, their breastbones collapsing, blood spurting wildly from their mouths.

At the second thrust, another dozen or so were killed.

Third thrust. Fourth thrust. Fifth thrust……

Jia Jing spurred his horse, charging straight through the two thousand Northern Yuan cavalry, and wherever his silver spear passed, the Northern Yuan troops fell in swaths.

No one could block his spear, and no one could come within three zhang of him.

He swiftly waved the spear in his hand, harvesting the lives of the Northern Yuan soldiers.

Those Northern Yuan cavalry who had just been shooting arrows were now being cut down like wheat, their corpses covering the ground.

Na Hachu shouted desperately, trying to rally the formation.

But at this moment, the Northern Yuan troops and horses were thrown into chaos by Jia Jing's slaughter, and his shouts had no effect.

Jia Jing was too fast, swift as a red flash, weaving through the crowd, and each pause took a life.