Frontier Hero: From Receiving a Convicted Woman to Becoming an Emperor for All Time

The wind picked up.

A few sparks lit up the horizon first, then torches stretched into a river, and a dark mass of people and horses emerged from the night, like a fiery serpent coiled across the plains.

The soldiers on night duty on the city wall rubbed their eyes. When they saw the large banner in the firelight, they were so frightened that they almost dropped their spears. The last time they had seen such a large force was when the Black Stone tribe brought all their elite troops to attack the city.

Standing atop the highest point of the city wall, Liu Wenzhao was far calmer than the soldiers, or rather, he was more excited.

After years of hard work, it's finally going to bear fruit!

Hahaha.

What are you, Wang Chongyi, the military commander of the Western Camp, and Zhou Tieying, the deputy protector? You're all useless! Look at this, my lord, in the end, I'm the one who's laughing last.

Liu Wenzhao said softly, "You've finally arrived."

She tried to remain calm, but her voice couldn't suppress the almost manic joy she felt.

The trusted captain leaned closer: "Sir, we're half an hour earlier than agreed. Should we send someone down to inquire?"

Liu Wenzhao immediately retorted, "What are you asking? They've come all this way, and you're making them wait outside the pass? Hurry up and let them in and greet them!"

In fact, he was making rapid calculations in his mind.

At this moment, the troops from the three major military strongholds should be bogged down on the battlefields of Wild Wolf Slope, Black Stone Beach, and Cliff Gully. Lu Chenzhou is being held captive in Shuofang Road and is in dire straits himself.

As for Shen Chuxiao, well, he's a dead man, so he's not even in the running.

"Give the order." He raised his hand: "All guards at the north gate, take your positions. Archers, move to the city walls, but do not fire. Not a single arrow is to be fired without my command."

"Yes!"

"Open the outer gate of the barbican and let the Eagle Tribe into the city. Once they are all inside, open the inner gate."

The captain accepted the order and left.

Liu Wenzhao turned and walked down the city wall, then stood in the passageway inside the barbican and waited.

He wanted to see the barbarians' iron hooves trample into Ling Shuang Pass with his own eyes.

The iron gate outside the barbican slowly rose with the roar of the winch. The chains rattled like a giant python swallowing its prey.

The moment the gates were fully raised, three hundred elite cavalrymen surged into the barbican like a flood bursting its banks. The sound of hooves pounding on the stone slabs was deafening, and the howls of the barbarian cavalrymen echoed back and forth between the four walls of the city.

Leading the group was an extremely burly, bald barbarian general with an eagle claw tattooed on his head, extending from his forehead to the back of his head. He rode a jet-black warhorse with a string of dried ears hanging from its mane.

The bald barbarian general reined in his horse, looked up and surveyed the surrounding city walls, then grinned.

"Liu Wenzhao! Come out!" he shouted in the strange accent of Dajing dialect. "You promised to clear the way for us, and we're here! Where's the stuff?"

Liu Wenzhao stood in the passageway without responding; he was waiting for the last barbarian to come in.

Soon, all three hundred riders were trapped.

Liu Wenzhao immediately raised his hand and ordered the inner door to be opened.

But at that moment, a creaking sound and a loud crash came from behind.

Liu Wenzhao suddenly turned around.

The iron gate of the inner gate of the barbican is being lowered.

"Damn it, who is it? I told you to open the inner city gate, why is it still closed? Open it for me right now!"

At this point, he no longer needed the title of "military officer" and directly regarded himself as the general of Ling Shuang Pass.

But the descending gate did not rise again because of his roar; instead, it slammed into the ground with a loud crash, kicking up a cloud of dust. Three hundred elite cavalrymen were instantly trapped between the four high walls.

The bald barbarian's smile suddenly froze.

He said in a deep, stern voice, "Liu Wenzhao! What tricks are you playing, trying to scheme against me!"

Liu Wenzhao dared not speak again.

Looking at the menacing bald-headed barbarian, he quickly organized his thoughts, figuring out how to apologize, and then finding a few girls to keep them company, dancing salsa or something to amuse them. He even had a clear idea of ​​which girls to choose.

But he soon realized something was wrong.

"Someone come here!"

He screamed, "!"

The trusted captain scrambled over, his voice trembling: "Sir, the winch at the inner gate... the winch has been locked from the outside, and our men can't open it!"

Liu Wenzhao's mind went blank.

He finally realized that something was wrong.

Looking around, he remembered ordering the archers to go up the city wall, but now they had mysteriously vanished. He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things. Could it be a ghost in the middle of the night? Where did they go?

The entire barbican was eerily quiet; not a single person could be seen.

"Where the people are? Where the hell are they all?!"

The captain opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Just then, in the residential area on the north side of the barbican, doors opened one after another.

Five hundred Jingnan soldiers surged out of the darkness, bursting forth with an overwhelming killing intent.

Leading the way was Tie Niu.

He held the axe horizontally in front of him, and his two eyes shone frighteningly brightly in the darkness.

At the other end of the barbican passage, the silhouette of a wheelchair slowly emerged from the shadows.

Upon seeing the person's face clearly, Liu Wenzhao froze on the spot, as if struck by lightning.

"you……"

His lips were trembling, and his eyes were wide open as if they were about to burst.

Shen Chuxiao tilted her head, looked at him, and smiled.

"General Liu."

Just those three words made Liu Wenzhao's legs go weak.

Shen Chuxiao sat in his wheelchair, expressionless.

There was no anger or murderous intent in those eyes; there was even a hint of...pity.

What is more despairing than anger is always this kind of condescending calm.

Liu Wenzhao's mind went completely blank for a moment.

He wanted to speak, but couldn't utter a single word.

He wanted to run, but his legs felt like they were made of lead, rooted to the ground and unable to move.

"You...you weren't dead...?"

He trembled and stammered instantly.

Shen Chuxiao chuckled: "Are you really hoping for my death?"

Behind him, Tie Niu stepped forward, holding his sword horizontally. "You dog! My captain never intended to kill you, but you not only wished for his death, you also did some stupid things to betray your country. Tell me, how do you want to die? A quick axe blow or let me hang you and chop you to death!"

Shen Chuxiao raised his hand to stop Tie Niu.

He looked at Liu Wenzhao: "When the general left, he asked me to temporarily take command of Lingshuang Pass. Do you know why he chose me instead of you?"

Liu Wenzhao shook his head subconsciously.

"At least, I would not do something like colluding with the enemy or betraying my country, much less disregard the lives of tens of thousands of people in the city for the sake of climbing the social ladder. You eat the government's salary and receive its favors, yet you commit such an outrageous act. You are utterly devoid of conscience and don't even deserve to be called a human being!"

These words struck Liu Wenzhao like a bolt from the blue.

His chest heaved violently, his pale face flushed crimson, and his eyes burned with resentful rage: "Shen Chuxiao, you...you have such a cruel heart!"

Shen Chuxiao raised his hand, pointing to the three hundred barbarian cavalrymen in the barbican who were in complete chaos, and then to Liu Wenzhao.

"Someone like you, I just want you to die a quicker death, and incidentally, to see for yourself just how capable these barbarians you've gathered really are."

The voice has not fallen,

Five hundred Jingnan soldiers stepped forward in unison behind him.

The bald, barbarian general then realized he had fallen into a trap. Enraged, he drew his curved sword from his waist. "You bastard Liu Wenzhao!" he roared through gritted teeth. "Brothers, break down this gate and skin this traitor alive!"