Chapter 183: Invincible Under Heaven

Watching the Han general who had already cut his way to his eyes, Ba Ya'er's eyes were filled with terror and despair.

At this moment he could not bear the leg pain, only feeling his heart pound heavily.

The shadow of death enveloped him, making him feel momentarily short of breath.

Jia Jing rode his horse up to him, reined in, and looked down at him from above.

Only now did the Northern Yuan Crown Prince truly see Jia Jing's appearance, see the face of the Han general who had defeated his 50,000 troops single-handedly.

His sword-brows reached his temples, his eyes like cold stars, his features sharp and distinct as if carved by knife and axe.

Though he had just won a great victory worthy of the history books, his face showed no excitement, no pride, not even a hint of expression.

Only incomparable calm, calm as a bottomless pool of water.

This calm expression even infected Ba Ya'er, making his wails grow softer until they were inaudible.

Jia Jing said nothing to Ba Ya'er, did not charge again, simply held his horse in place.

At this moment the Red Hare Horse, after the long raid and a bout of charging, was already panting, its steps somewhat unsteady.

Although Jia Jing had been alternating between the Red Hare and Black Horse on his rush to Yu Lin, both horses' physique, endurance, explosive power, etc., far surpassed ordinary horses.

But the combined weight of Jia Jing's Bright Silver Spear, Overlord Bow, and other gear far exceeded that of ordinary Han soldiers; even such famed horses as the Red Hare and Black Horse were now visibly struggling.

Jia Jing gently stroked the mane on the Red Hare's neck, then took out a packet of refined feed and gave it to the horse.

This feed was made from roasted grains—soybeans, millet, black beans, oats, and a little salt—mixed together as 'horse feed'.

It was also mixed with a little honey water and wine lees to ensure high-calorie supply and quick recovery of strength, while enhancing endurance.

After the Red Hare Horse had slightly recovered its strength, Jia Jing looked toward the battlefield again.

At this moment on the vast yellow earth outside Yu Lin Cheng, Niu Jizong, Zhou Yingyuan, and others led several thousand Han troops in relentlessly pursuing the fleeing Northern Yuan soldiers.

Countless Northern Yuan soldiers fled, discarding helmets and armor, while another group knelt on the ground begging for mercy and surrender.

The situation on the battlefield was already settled; there was no need for Jia Jing to intervene further.

Jia Jing plunged his Bright Silver Spear into the ground, silently reflecting on the course of this battle.

In this battle he alone on horseback killed over a thousand Northern Yuan soldiers, beheaded their commander Tuo Tuo Bu Hua, and captured the Northern Yuan Crown Prince Ba Ya'er.

He shattered the morale of the Northern Yuan's 50,000-strong army, securing victory for the Han forces by his own strength.

He truly achieved fighting ten thousand alone, invincible in all directions, unstoppable in courage!

After this battle, Jia Jing also roughly understood his current martial prowess.

It must be said, after receiving the martial support of Zhao Yun, Lu Bu, and Xiang Yu, his physical quality has surpassed anyone in ancient and modern times.

Whether it's stamina, explosive power, spear technique, or archery, he can be called the pinnacle among pinnacles; even saying he is invincible under heaven is not an exaggeration!

No matter how fierce a general, in his hands he cannot withstand even a single move!

No matter how many soldiers, to him they are merely a number!

On the battlefield he fears no one, nor any encirclement.

Unless trapped in special terrain where the enemy slowly wears him down, or ambushed or assassinated, otherwise on an open battlefield he is invincible.

Of course, his excellence lies in his physique and martial arts, not in being truly supernatural.

He is still a mortal flesh-and-blood body; he also gets tired, and this fierce outburst made him feel a bit of fatigue.

Although his strength exceeds that of ordinary people, it is not limitless.

At the same time, bows, crossbows, blades, and spears can still pierce his body; poisoning and similar means can still take his life; time can still let him gradually age and die.

He is like a greater version of the Overlord Xiang Yu, like Zhao Yun with the Unmatched ability unlocked.

Thinking this, Jia Jing shook his head and smiled.

Regardless, his martial aspect is maxed out; perhaps he can be bolder moving forward, doing more of what he wants.

He has never forgotten the creed he holds in his heart: 'When poor, cultivate oneself; when prosperous, benefit the world.'

Having come into this world, he hopes to bring a little change to it.

However, although his martial strength is strong, he must not become arrogant and complacent.

Arrogance must not grow, desire must not be followed, ambition must not be satisfied, joy must not be extreme; the revolution has not yet succeeded, we still need to strive!

Jia Jing severed the slight arrogance and stray thoughts arising from his martial power, once again restoring inner calm and detachment.

After another hour or so,

The battle outside Yu Lin Wei Cheng had completely drawn to a close; aside from the Han troops still cleaning the battlefield, there was no sound of fighting outside Yu Lin Cheng.

Blood soaked the yellow earth outside the city, severed limbs and broken arms covered the land outside the gate.

Under the midday sun, the blood mist in the air still lingered for a long time.

The battle ended, and all the Han soldiers slowly gathered around Jia Jing.

Their gazes toward Jia Jing were filled with supreme reverence, as if they were looking at a deity in the ninth heaven.

Jia Jing knew that after this battle, his standing in the hearts of these Han soldiers would be unshakable!

Jia Jing said nothing more, merely asking the approaching Zhu Que a question:

"How are our casualties?"

Zhu Que looked at Jia Jing at this moment with even deeper reverence than before, bowing to reply:

"Report, Marquis! After a rough estimate, our two thousand light cavalry from Ba Shang suffered fewer than a hundred casualties."

"The brothers of Yu Lin Cheng suffered over three thousand dead and wounded in today's battle, but most of those casualties occurred before the Marquis arrived; after the Marquis beheaded the general and seized the flag, their pursuit battle caused only about a hundred more casualties."

"Moreover, this battle, including the Northern Yuan troops slain by the Marquis, saw our forces kill or wound over twenty thousand enemies, capture about four thousand, with the rest scattering and fleeing, leaving no trace."

Having said this, Zhu Que, Niu Jizong, and the others beside him were stunned.

Although they knew the battle's results were enormous, with many Northern Yuan soldiers killing each other during the retreat, trampling and dying in chaotic ways were commonplace.

But they never expected to have killed or wounded over twenty thousand and captured four thousand.

Consider that their Han forces altogether numbered only a little over three thousand.

Besides, their own losses were actually so small.

However, with Jia Jing at the forefront beheading generals and capturing flags, and also breaking the enemy's spirit, the brothers merely pursued the routed army—something that could be considered acceptable.

They had never fought a battle like this before.

Niu Jizong couldn't help but produce a string of ears, speaking loudly:

"This battle is entirely thanks to the Marquis's bravery... astonishing—I haven't fought such a satisfying battle in a long time."

"Today I fought so satisfyingly—look at these ears—I alone killed over fifty Northern Yuan barbarians; it's damn satisfying."

When Niu Jizong mentioned Jia Jing, he seemed at a loss for how to describe his bravery, and in his frustration uttered the two words 'astonishing'.

He felt that 'astonishing' was inadequate to describe it, and 'astonishing to heaven' might better convey his inner shock.

Feng Tang beside him also lost his usual composure, bowed to Jia Jing, and said:

"Only now do I realize the Marquis Jingwu's bravery—I've truly lived in vain for decades!"

He then teased Niu Jizong, saying:

"Old Ox, how the hell do you still have time to cut ears? I was killing until the sky and earth darkened—I had no time for anything else."

The Han Army originally tallied merit by counting enemy heads, but with over forty heads, Niu Jizong had nowhere to store them, so he opted to cut ears instead.

Niu Jizong burst out laughing and said:

"These are all military merits! Even without time, I have to squeeze them in!"

"I, Old Ox, have been an Earl for years; this time, by heaven's grace, I can follow the Marquis out to earn military merit—if I don't step up, isn't that a sign of a problem with my brain?"