Chapter 178

In just a moment, the Northern Yuan's two thousand cavalry suffered over three hundred casualties.

"Ah! The Han general shall die!"

Naha Chu, unable to let Jia Jing continue the slaughter, immediately led dozens of elite soldiers to block in front of Jia Jing and together strangle Jia Jing.

Naha Chu is one of the few fierce generals in the Northern Yuan army; during battles against the Han Army he single‑handedly slew dozens of Han soldiers and was promoted to a thousand‑household commander for his merit.

After Tamerlane's death, Tuo Tuo Bu Hua sent him to fight Jia Jing, believing he might be able to face Jia Jing in battle.

"Kill!"

"Han general, die!"

"Die for me!"

Mongolian and Chinese intermingled, and the Northern Yuan soldiers around Jia Jing shouted incessantly.

Countless weapons of all kinds surged again toward Jia Jing, and from afar spears and javelins were also hurled.

The Northern Yuan troops deployed all tactics, only to inflict some effective damage on Jia Jing.

Jia Jing remained as calm as water, his expression cold, let out a chilling shout, gripped his spear with both hands, his waist and horse unified, and swung the over one‑hundred‑jin bright silver Dragon‑gall spear with full force.

"Boom…!"

It sounded like a thunderclap erupting from nowhere, shaking nearby warhorses into a startled whinny and making human ears buzz.

As the spear swept, the air was compressed into a semi‑transparent arced ripple that expanded outward at high speed.

Where the shockwave passed, sand, stones and grass on the ground were lifted, the armor of nearby people was pressed inwards, and their facial flesh was blown into distortion.

The wave struck the crowd; dozens in the front row had their armor indented, blood spurted from their mouths, and they were thrown off their horses.

People twenty steps away were pushed backward by the wind, staggering, their armor plates clanking, and they could not sit steadily on their horses.

After the spear passed, a white, hazy vacuum trail lingered in the air, vanishing in an instant.

After the shouts and horse whinnies, a large area in front of Jia Jing was cleared again.

As for Naha Chu, from beginning to end Jia Jing never realized such a person existed.

In less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the two thousand elite cavalry sent by Tuo Tuo Bu Hua were again slain by Jia Jing, over four hundred of them.

Including the more than two hundred of the three hundred cavalry previously cut down, the number of Northern Yuan soldiers killed by that bright silver Dragon‑gall spear now exceeds seven hundred.

Corpses covered the ground, layer upon layer.

Blood pooled into a river, reddening the soil beneath.

The Red Hare Horse was drenched in blood, its once‑red mane now dyed an even brighter scarlet.

At this moment, Jia Jing wore a deep crimson Xichuan brocade hundred‑flower robe, his beast‑faced, head‑swallowing linked armor splattered with blood, yet his eyes remained bright and calm.

Because he was drawing ever closer to the Northern Yuan army's central banner.

He reached out again to touch the Overlord Bow hanging on the Red Hare Horse's back, then let it go.

No rush; he could get even closer.

The remaining over a thousand Northern Yuan elite cavalry now dared not approach Jia Jing.

Even though they were elite of the Northern Yuan army and had endured countless bloody battles, at this moment their gazes at Jia Jing could not help but show fear.

There was simply no way to fight him; neither long‑range nor close‑range attacks worked—get any closer and you die, and you die without a whole body.

This Han general was not human at all, but a demon god sent by Heaven.

Below the South City Gate, You Shiyong, Zhou Yingyuan and others had been watching Jia Jing's movements.

Seeing him single‑handedly slay hundreds of Northern Yuan soldiers, they were shocked, their faces filled with joy and fervor.

"Damn it, is this really still a human?"

You Shiyong widened his eyes, feeling as if he were dreaming.

He had thought Jia Jing's lone charge was reckless and certain death, but the opponent turned out to be so fierce.

"I never expected such a martial figure in our Han army; no wonder he was ennobled at a young age—if not him, who could be ennobled?"

Zhou Yingyuan's face was likewise full of shock.

By now he had probably guessed Jia Jing's identity.

The only ones bearing the Jia‑character banner, besides the Jingwu Marquis who came from the founding war hero lineage after the two Lords of Rongning, he could think of no one else.

Zhou Yingyuan now felt that they truly had a chance of salvation, even believing they might be able to counterattack the Northern Yuan army.

With the Da Han Empire having such a fierce general, why worry about unrest in the northwest, why worry about the steppes being unstable!

Ji An Marquis fled, yet the Jingwu Marquis arrived—a true twist of fate; perhaps his chance to make a name for himself has come!

Under the central banner of the Northern Yuan army, Ba Ya'er's eyes were also filled with shock.

From behind several layers of Northern Yuan formations, he gazed from afar at the blood‑soaked Jia Jing; his handsome face could not hide the color of fear, and his throat twitched sharply.

On this early‑spring morning, though the temperature was clearly low, countless fine beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead!

He swallowed, then tentatively said:

"Thousand‑household commander, this Han general is charging toward our central banner; should we move the banner back…?"

I must admit, Jia Jing's god‑like killing demeanor frightened him a bit!

Especially now that Jia Jing was only about a thousand steps away; on horseback he could arrive in an instant.

Tuo Tuo Bu Hua's expression was as dark as water, his eyes full of fear, yet alongside the fear burned an uncontrollable rage.

He feared Jia Jing's inhuman martial power; the Northern Yuan army did have fierce generals, and even his own strength was considerable, otherwise he would not hold the title of thousand‑household commander.

But there was no terror comparable to Jia Jing's; to slay hundreds single‑handedly in such a short time—could mortal strength achieve that?

But he was equally enraged—angry that Crown Prince Ba Ya'er had tried to flee, and angry that many soldiers at the front of the Northern Yuan army were retreating!

This was hard for the proud Tuo Tuo Bu Hua to accept; in his mind, Northern Yuan troops were among the world's elite, and should be as ferocious as wolves attacking sheep when facing the Han army.

When would tens of thousands of Northern Yuan soldiers ever be scared back by a mere Han general?

Moreover, he bore the trust and expectations of the royal court, serving as the commander of this great army.

Now, after great difficulty and countless casualties, they finally breached the gate of Yu Lin Cheng; seeing that they were about to achieve merit, at this moment to have him move the banner backward—how could he be willing?

You must know that the battle situation is unfavorable now; the banner must not be moved arbitrarily, and if the banner retreats, the army's morale will surely waver.

Thinking of this, Tuo Tuo Bu Hua hardened his heart, ignored Ba Ya'er's suggestion, thought it over, and shouted an order:

"Steady the vanguard's formation; anyone who retreats again will be cut down on the spot! Archers, fire your arrows; anyone who retreats even a single step will be shot to death!"

No matter how formidable the Han general, he is only one man; I don't believe his strength is limitless. If we cannot kill him, I will first hobble his horse.

Come here! Immediately push all the supply wagons forward and quickly form five 'wagon formations' along the Han general's advance route.

Keep the wagons tightly packed together, and at the same time send men with long hooking knives to specifically snag the Han general's horse legs. Once we force him off his horse and trap him within the wagon formation, we will then find a way to kill him.

At this moment on the battlefield, Jia Jing was still a thousand paces from the Northern Yuan central army's banner.

But the road, was gone.