Chapter 258: Two Arrows Set Heaven Mountain

Jia Jing set down the Overlord Bow in his hand, and redirected his cold, fierce gaze toward the Hunxie Army ahead.

He lifted his Bright Silver Dragon Gallbladder Spear, atop a towering Red Hare Horse that roared against the wind, while a scarlet cloak billowed behind him!

Jia Jing squeezed the horse's belly; the Red Hare Horse let out a long neigh and suddenly reared up.

Jia Jing's figure stood firm against heaven and earth, watching the Hunxie formation crumble ahead, his Bright Silver Dragon Gallbladder Spear pointed forward.

Bathed in sunlight, he seemed like an invincible deity clad in golden armor. Jia Jing roared angrily:

"The enemy's courage is lost, the chance to strike is now, all generals, heed the command, charge with me!"

His cold, fierce voice rang through the world, the Han Army's morale soaring, warhorses whinnying, blades and spears surging, trampling endless yellow earth as they surged toward the Hunxie formation!

Jia Jing led the charge on horseback, spear in hand, like a red bolt of lightning, bearing relentless, chilling momentum as he slammed into the enemy ranks!

Behind him, Ma Guocheng and others led twenty thousand iron cavalry in a thunderous shout, overwhelming like a mountain of waves.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The cries shook the heavens, hooves thundered like drums.

The Hunxie forces, seeing the Han Army charge, saw their formation fall into utter chaos.

Hunxie soldiers already feared Jia Jing's reputation and possessed little fighting spirit.

Moreover, their commander Ga Le Da Ma had just died, their great banner was shot down, and morale plummeted to the abyss.

Now, faced with the ferocious onslaught of twenty thousand Han cavalry, many still‑terrified Hunxie soldiers showed extreme panic on their faces.

They thought nothing, and most simply tossed their weapons aside, frantically urging their horses to turn and flee.

The will of sixty thousand men collapsed under Jia Jing's almost divine two arrows.

The elite Hunxie cavalry at the front ignored Deputy General Sai Yin Bo Ke's defensive orders, discarding helmets and armor, and turned to run.

The central army's archers couldn't even nock an arrow before being scattered by the rout, and the rear reserve, still unaware of the situation, was swept backward.

The two armies were only a few hundred paces apart, and soon engaged in close combat.

Ma Guocheng led his troops out of the Hunxie left flank; wherever his long sword passed, heads fell.

You Shiyong then surged from the right, a single iron spear taking down seven Hunxie Hundred Household Commanders in one thrust.

Zhou Yingyuan led the rear formation forward, cutting off the fleeing Hunxie central troops.

Jia Jing surged ahead. His Bright Silver Dragon Gallbladder Spear swept left, sending dozens soaring;

Flourishing the ornate spear, he swept right again, killing another ten‑plus men.

His horse never halted, his spear never ceased, pressing forward, slaughtering as if in a land without people.

The routed Hunxie troops dared no counterattack; each merely urged their horses to flee, trampling each other, leaving corpses strewn everywhere.

At this moment, at the foot of Heaven Mountain, there were no heroic ballads, no prairie spirit, only naked collisions and blood‑splattered melee.

This was the cruelest war, the most real and blood‑soaked side of this world.

For profit, for survival, for homeland, the soldiers of the two nations spilled their blood upon this land!

Countless Hunxie soldiers' blood seeped into the yellow earth, their corpses forming a carpet, while the Han Army continued its savage slaughter!

At this point, Deputy General Sai Yin Bo Ke of the Hunxie was hoisted by several bodyguards

He turned his head and glanced; all he saw was that red figure galloping freely among the ten thousand troops, and wherever he passed, flesh and blood flew.

He glanced back and saw that red figure galloping amid ten thousand troops, where it passed, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Wails, cries, and screams rang incessantly!

The foot of Heaven Mountain became a desolate hellscape!

Sixty thousand troops, like butter cut by a red‑hot knife, rapidly scattered to both sides.

"Devil... he is a devil..." Sai Yin Bo Ke muttered to himself, then

From Jia Jing's first arrow leaving the bowstring to the final recoil of his spear, less than half an hour.

From Jia Jing's first arrow leaving the bow to his final spear's finish, less than half an hour passed.

At the foot of Heaven Mountain, corpses littered the field.

Now the scorching sun had risen, shining over the endless earth.

Yet on the southern slope of Heaven Mountain, this battlefield was filled with blood and corpses, offering no hint of warmth.

When the battle ended, Han Army casualties were only two hundred, while the sixty‑thousand Hunxie army suffered over half dead or wounded and countless prisoners.

Deputy General Ba Tu Er Ce was saved by his bodyguards at great risk, but Ma Guocheng crippled his arm with an arrow, also stripping him of all his blood‑courage.

Sai Yin Bo Ke fell in battle, Ga Le Da Ma fell in battle, and dozens of Hunxie thousand‑household and hundred‑household commanders were killed.

The remaining Hunxie remnants and defeated officers discarded helmets and armor, fled into the depths of Heaven Mountain, never daring to look back.

Han Army soldiers were searching the bloody ground; whenever they found a Hun Xie soldier still breathing, they would finish him with a spear thrust—this too counted as a mercy to them.

Han Army soldiers scoured the blood‑stained ground, and when they found a Hunxie soldier still breathing, they would finish him with a shot, which they considered a mercy.

Other soldiers began to set up camp and recuperate, restoring their spent stamina!

Jia Jing halted his horse, standing in a wasteland at the foot of Heaven Mountain, gazing at the boundless corpses; everything before his eyes seemed red.

The yellow earth turned crimson, the green grass stained with blood, and even the wind's sound carried a mournful wail.

He hung the Overlord Bow beside his saddle and planted the Bright Silver Dragon Gallbladder Spear into the ground.

Blood dripped from the spear tip, drop by drop, seeping into Heaven Mountain's soil.

Ma Guocheng rode over, drenched in blood yet beaming with joy, and shouted:

"Grand General! This battle beheaded over twenty thousand, captured over ten thousand! We seized countless horses and weapons!"

"Among the Hunxie officers, only Deputy General Ba Tu Er Ce and a few Hundred Household Commanders were severely wounded and fled; the sixty‑thousand Hunxie troops were almost entirely annihilated!"

Ma Guocheng's armor was splattered with blood, yet his eyes glittered with brilliance!

He gazed at Jia Jing's profile, his heart swelling with boundless admiration!

With such a commander, nothing is unbeatable for them!

【61】 This battle was exhilarating; the merit is as good as picking it up for free!

On the battlefield, the brutal slaughter did not make Ma Guocheng feel the slightest discomfort; his expression showed unrestrained exhilaration, as if he were born a talent for war!

Jia Jing looked at Ma Guocheng's excited expression, gave a faint smile, lightly patted his shoulder, and said in a low voice:

"After this battle is over, the frontier will be peaceful for many more days!"

Ma Guocheng, after being patted on the shoulder by Jia Jing, felt his whole body lighten a few degrees, and with a pleased expression he flattered:

"In the past, Xue Rengui pacified Heavenly Mountain with three arrows, but I feel he cannot compare to you, General! You, General, only shot two arrows and Heavenly Mountain was pacified!"

Jia Jing was stunned by the words, but he hadn't thought of comparing himself to anyone!

However, Xue Rengui was a Dream-Fulfilling Virtuous Minister, and I am also a Dream-Fulfilling Virtuous Minister!

Now both he and I have achieved 'arrow-pacified Heavenly Mountain'; there seems to be some room for political maneuvering and showmanship here!

I suppose if Emperor Jing Sheng later learns of this, he will trust even more firmly in my identity as a Dream-Fulfilling Virtuous Minister!

Jia Jing raised his head to gaze at the distant, snow‑capped peak of Heavenly Mountain, a boundless heroic spirit suddenly rose in his heart, and he suddenly said:

"General, three arrows pacify Heavenly Mountain; valiant warriors sing their way into Han Pass! Bring the arrow."

Ma Guocheng stared for a moment, then drew a specially made iron cluster armor‑piercing arrow from the arrow rack beside him and handed it over.

Jia Jing took the arrow, his face as dark as deep water, turned and ordered:

"Send someone to tie this arrow with yellow silk and deliver it to the Hunye King's Court. Tell them…… at the foot of Heavenly Mountain, I have shot two arrows."

"The first arrow cut down the commander, the second arrow seized the banner, this third arrow……"

Jia Jing paused.

"This third arrow I will send to their Great Khan! To demonstrate the heavenly might of the Da Han Empire! If they still dare to be ungrateful, I will personally go to their court and take this arrow back!"

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A few days later,

The side hall to the right of the Taihe Hall in Shenjing City; outside, the square.

The June weather had already grown hot; cicadas chirped incessantly, sunlight shone directly onto the outer steps of the hall, casting a golden sheen.

Officials of the Da Han Empire ranked fifth grade and above lined up according to rank, waiting; a dense black mass filled, occupying most of the square.

Morning light streamed in from the east, making people's shadows stretch long and casting them onto the crimson palace walls, like rows of silent silhouettes.