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

The bald barbarian spurred his horse, and the black-maned steed neighed loudly, charging straight toward the inner gate's iron gate. Behind him, three hundred cavalrymen simultaneously drew their swords, their hooves shattering the stone slabs, their scimitars unsheathed, their howls echoing through the barbican like a pack of hungry wolves locked in a cage.

Three hundred barbarian cavalrymen against five hundred Jingnan soldiers.

If they were placed in an open area and allowed to charge freely, the five hundred Jingnan soldiers would be like five hundred blades of grass, left to be harvested and slaughtered in one fell swoop.

The barbarians were tall and strong, living on the frozen grasslands. Their horsemanship, archery skills, and physical fitness were far superior to those of the Da Jing army. Fortunately, the main structure of the Jingnan army was composed of border troops, so even though their combat strength was slightly weaker, they were not completely crushed.

Most importantly, this is a barbican!

With the iron gates falling all around, even if your barbarian cavalry are incredibly brave, unfortunately there is no environment for you to utilize your innate advantages, so you can only passively take a beating.

Shen Chuxiao looked at the charging barbarian cavalry with a cold expression, his mind filled with only three words.

Kill without mercy!

Since they dared to bring troops to knock on the gate, they should be prepared to die.

"Kill them all!"

Tie Niu's spirits lifted, and he charged out with his mountain-splitting axe in hand. Although he was big and burly and simple-minded, he was indeed a fierce general. Apart from Baturu, who was seriously injured last time, and the sword master Shen Qiao, he could be said to be the most capable fighter in the entire Ling Shuang Pass.

With his axe held horizontally in front of him and his eyes wide open, Tie Niu strode forward and charged towards the three hundred cavalrymen. Each step he took on the stone slabs made a dull thud, like a war drum.

"Come on! Your Grandpa Tie Niu is here!"

He cleaved the axe horizontally.

The axe blade whistled through the air as it swept across the foreleg of the lead warhorse, snapping it at the knee with a crack. The horse collapsed with a thud, throwing the barbarian on its back three zhang (approximately 10 meters) away. Before he even hit the ground, he was trampled into a bloody pulp by the hooves of the horses behind him.

The next moment, all the Jingnan soldiers poured out of the houses on three sides at the same time.

The archers on the wall immediately began firing in unison.

Arrows rained down from above, not targeting men, but aiming only at the horses' legs. The barbican was narrow, and the cavalry had no room to maneuver. When the horses in front fell, the horses behind couldn't stop, trampling each other, and screams of agony rose and fell.

In a short time, the barbican was transformed into a battlefield.

The bald-headed barbarian's eyes turned red.

These grassland warriors were all brave men of his tribe, but they were unexpectedly slaughtered unilaterally by a scheme.

He died a pathetic and resentful death.

His heart bled as he read it, and a surge of boundless rage erupted within him.

He then turned his horse around, his curved blade pointing directly at the figure in a wheelchair at the end of the passageway.

"Kill the one in the wheelchair first, he's the leader!"

A dozen or so riders broke away from the main force and charged straight at Shen Chuxiao.

Tie Niu wanted to return to reinforce, but he was entangled by three barbarians who wielded their axe with great force, making it difficult for him to break free. Shen Qiao attacked from the side, his longsword striking down two riders in quick succession, but seven or eight more riders had already charged within ten paces.

The scimitar was raised high, its blade reflecting the firelight, and it cleaved down towards Shen Chuxiao's head.

At that crucial moment, Shen Chuxiao suddenly stood up from his wheelchair, drew his sword, and a cold light flashed in the firelight, like a crescent moon breaking through the clouds.

That moment was so brief, barely enough for Tie Niu to widen his eyes and squeeze out a distorted sentence from his throat.

"Boss! You...you can stand up now?"

Shen Chuxiao didn't turn his head.

"Enough talk, let's kill them first."

Seeing this scene, the Jingnan Army soldiers were all filled with patriotic fervor. Sun Ergou, who was shooting arrows from the barbican, felt a lump in his throat. This was their leader, their captain.

Other generals would stay in the rear and issue orders, or they would be furious. But he would always lead the charge, no matter what dire situation he faced, and he would never leave his own brothers to be cannon fodder.

Even if he is injured, he will fight alongside his brothers without hesitation.

Sun Ergou shot down an arrow, knocking the barbarian cavalryman who was ambushing Shen Chuxiao off his horse. Shen Chuxiao gave him a thumbs up, and then shot off like an arrow.

The sword was slashed upwards from the bottom, and the horse's belly was cut open, its intestines spilling out onto the ground. The barbarian fell off the horse without even letting out a cry.

He then raised his hand and fired five consecutive crossbow bolts.

In a mere instant, several more barbarian cavalrymen fell from their horses.

But that's not enough!

Shen Chuxiao trudged through the blood, walking step by step toward the bald barbarian general.

This is his goal.

Upon seeing this, the bald barbarian's expression finally changed.

"you……"

Shen Chuxiao didn't give him a chance to speak.

The bald barbarian general flew into a rage, bringing his scimitar down with all his might. The strike was swift and ruthless, the sound of it cutting through the air sharp and piercing, enough to cleave a person from head to toe.

Shen Chuxiao dodged to the side, the blade almost grazing his nose, severing a few strands of hair that were being blown by the wind.

He slashed the bald man's chest from bottom to top with his sword.

Blood immediately spurted out, staining the bald barbarian's fur coat red.

The bald barbarian general staggered back in pain, nearly dropping his scimitar.

As soon as he regained his footing, a furious roar came from the side, making his head buzz.

"Hey bald guy, take this from your Grandpa Iron Ox's axe!"

Tie Niu had somehow broken through the barbarian formation, his entire body covered in blood, whether his own or someone else's, he didn't know. He raised his axe with both hands, pressing all his strength into the blade, and charged forward like a small mountain.

It truly has the air of one man guarding the pass against ten thousand.

The bald-headed barbarian raised his sword to parry.

A clang!

The scimitar was instantly knocked away, while the mountain-splitting axe continued its momentum, carrying the weight of the iron ox and its killing intent, and cleaved down from the top of the bald barbarian's head.

Whoosh!

The bald barbarian general, along with his horse, was cleaved in two.

Blood splattered three feet high, splashing onto the surrounding stone walls like a splashed ink painting.

The entire barbican fell silent.

It wasn't the brief silence of battle, but a deathly silence that stunned everyone.

Three hundred elite cavalrymen, their commander was killed with a single axe stroke.

The remaining barbarians completely collapsed.

Some threw down their knives and knelt on the ground, some tried to climb the wall to escape but were shot down by arrows, and many more ran around the barbican like headless flies, only to be wiped out one by one by the Jingnan army.

Half an hour.

Of the three hundred elite cavalry, not one escaped.

The blood on the ground was half an inch thick, crunching underfoot. A dozen or so surviving barbarians knelt in a row, trembling, too afraid to even raise their heads.

Shen Chuxiao stood amidst the corpses, blood dripping down the blade of his sword.

He didn't look at the kneeling barbarians.

Instead, his gaze passed through the corpses and remains scattered on the ground, landing on a trembling figure in the corner of the passageway.

Tie Niu walked over with the still-dripping axe in his hand, grabbed Liu Wenzhao by the back of his collar, and dragged him to Shen Chuxiao like a dead dog.

Liu Wenzhao collapsed to the ground, his face as white as paper.

"General Liu."

Liu Wenzhao's body trembled violently.

"Now, it's your turn!"