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

When Shen Chuxiao walked out of the alley, the morning light fell on him, casting varying shades of light on his blood-stained robe.

Tie Niu looked at him with a conflicted expression, hesitating to speak, finally managing to stammer, "Boss, you really killed that Lord Li?"

Shen Chuxiao glanced at him, her eyes sparkling.

"you guess."

tractor:"……"

He hates those two words the most.

Shen Chuxiao ignored him: "Let's go to the armory."

Tie Niu paused for a moment: "Now?"

Shen Chuxiao looked at him strangely: "Three thousand elite barbarian cavalry, do you think we shouldn't prepare?"

Tie Niu dared not ask any more questions and followed them.

The armory is located in the western part of Ling Shuang Pass. Half of it is above ground and the other half is dug into the mountain. It is an old warehouse left over from when the pass was built.

The gatekeeper was an old man in his sixties, surnamed Zhou, and known as Zhou the Stubborn.

This old man had worked at Ling Shuang Pass for thirty years, rising from cook to warehouse manager. His hair had turned white, and his back was bent, but his stubbornness hadn't diminished at all. He dared to talk back when Lu Chenzhou was around, and he dared to give Liu Wenzhao the cold shoulder; no one could sway him.

This is why the weapons could only be secretly transported out from the Protectorate instead of being stolen from Ling Shuang Pass.

It's because of this old man; otherwise, we would have killed him.

When Shen Chuxiao arrived, Zhou Juezi was sitting on a stone stool at the entrance of the warehouse, holding a pot of cold tea and squinting in the sun.

He didn't even lift his eyelids when he saw Shen Chuxiao approaching with a group of people.

"What do you do?"

How could he not recognize the rising star, Captain Shen?

"Get something."

"What should I take?"

"Oil, rolling logs, cauldrons of molten iron, and also two hundred stiff bows and fifty barrels of arrows."

Zhou Juezi then opened his eyes and looked Shen Chuxiao up and down.

"What about the paperwork?"

Shen Chuxiao looked at him: "No."

Zhou Juezi put the teapot on the stone stool and stood up.

"No permits, no warehouse opening."

"Old Zhou."

Shen Chuxiao stared straight at him and asked, "Didn't you hear about the fighting last night? The barbarian army is coming, and now you're telling me about the procedures?"

Zhou Juezi remained unfazed: "Rules are rules. Without General Lu's order, no one can open the gates. No matter how high your rank, Captain Shen, is it higher than the rules?"

Shen Chuxiao stared at him for three breaths.

Then he laughed.

"Okay, let's make a bet."

Zhou Juezi frowned: "What are we betting on?"

"If I can defeat these barbarians, I can take whatever I want from this warehouse."

Zhou Juezi scoffed: "What if you can't drive them back?"

Shen Chuxiao plunged the knife into the ground, the blade embedding itself three inches into the stone.

"If you can't be defeated, I'll go to the underworld with you."

Zhou Juezi didn't reply.

His gaze shifted from Shen Chuxiao's face to the still-wet bloodstains on Shen Chuxiao's robe.

That blood wasn't from one person.

Although he didn't go out last night, his voice was clearly audible.

He guarded this pass for thirty years and saw too many people die on the city walls.

I've seen too many people take weapons to their deaths, and in the end, they can't even get their bodies back.

That's why he follows the rules.

It's not that I'm rigid; it's that I've seen too many consequences for breaking the rules.

But the person in front of me is different.

The blood in this man's body was still warm, the light in his eyes was still bright, and when he stood in front of him, his back was straight and his knife was steady.

Unlike those who come to take things to escape, or those who come to take things to claim credit.

Like someone who is about to die.

But it's not like we're going to our deaths.

It's about risking your life.

Zhou Juezi remained silent for a long time.

Then he bent down, picked up the teapot again, took a sip of cold tea, and wiped his mouth.

"Oh shit."

He cursed and turned to walk into the warehouse.

"You bunch of lunatics, each one more capable of causing trouble than the last."

The warehouse door opened.

Kerosene, rolling stones, and iron pots were carried out box after box.

Zhou Juezi personally counted them, muttering as he did so, "If one item is missing, you'll pay with your life."

Shen Chuxiao did not respond.

His gaze fell on the row of weapon racks against the wall.

There were two hundred hard bows neatly stacked there, the bow arms made of top-quality mulberry wood, the strings made of repeatedly twisted ox sinew, and the arrowheads quenched and glowing with a faint blue light in the morning light.

Compared to this, the armory in Qing Shi Village is a joke. It's full of obsolete old stuff; the bows are brittle, the arrow shafts are bent—it's good enough if it's still usable.

Shen Chuxiao bent down, picked up a bow, and drew it.

hum.

The clear, resonant sound of the bowstring echoed back and forth under the empty dome of the warehouse, causing the other bows on the shelf to tremble slightly.

Zhou Juezi paused in counting, looked up at him, didn't say anything, but his lips twitched.

"A fine bow."

Shen Chuxiao gave a thumbs-up and tossed the bow to Tie Niu, "Give it a try."

Tie Niu took it, pulled the bowstring taut with a creak, and grinned, "That's powerful!"

"Where's the kerosene?" Shen Chuxiao asked.

Zhou Juezi kicked at a few black pottery jars beside his feet: "This whole row is full. If those barbarians from beyond the Great Wall dare to set up siege ladders, one jar and they'll be burned to ashes, ladder and all."

Shen Chuxiao squatted down, unsealed the seal, and sniffed it.

A pungent smell of oil hit me right in the head, making me squint my eyes.

He nodded, put the lid on the jar, and stood up.

"Move everything onto the city wall."

Without a word, Zhou Juezi turned around and told the servants in the warehouse to move things out.

After taking two steps, he suddenly turned around, looked at Shen Chuxiao's back, and muttered a curse under his breath.

"Same. It's fucking similar."

Shen Chuxiao didn't hear it.

Even if they hear it, they won't ask who it sounds like.

Everything is arranged properly.

Shen Chuxiao climbed the city wall of Ling Shuang Pass alone.

He stood atop the city wall, his hand resting on the cold battlements, his gaze sweeping across the gray plains beyond the pass to the horizon.

There, a black line is relentlessly approaching.

The flames of war are rising.

Shen Chuxiao felt something burning in his chest.

The long-lost, scalding hot blood that seemed to gush from the very marrow of my bones.

He remembered Black Wind Ridge, and killing Chen Liang in the snow. Back then, he had nothing but his life.

Now he not only has Wang Yilu, but also a group of brothers who would go through fire and water for him.

This life is now valuable.

Lu Chenzhou was not there at that moment.

He has to take up this banner.

Shen Chuxiao turned around and looked at the soldiers on the city wall who were moving rolling stones and pouring oil into the molten iron pot.

Tie Niu grinned at him.

Based on the current calculations, there are about two thousand people available.

Although the men in the northern camp are unreliable, they can still be used to fill gaps. When it really comes to hand-to-hand combat, the more people standing behind the battlements, the greater the chance of holding the city.

Looking at Tie Niu's smiling face, Shen Chuxiao suddenly remembered the middle-aged man in the alley wearing a patched official robe.

The world has never lacked people like Shen Chuxiao, nor has it lacked like-minded people; they just haven't been found yet.

Once he discovers it, he will be invincible.

Having risen from the depths, we now charge towards the heights!

He looked away and suppressed the thought.

Shen Chuxiao took a deep breath and drew his sword.

The blade pointed towards the black line to the north.

"Brothers."

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

More than two thousand pairs of eyes were fixed on him.

"In this battle, there is no chance of survival."

"No one is allowed to back down."

"Take a step back, and you'll find yourself in an abyss."

"We swear to defend Ling Shuang Pass to the death!"

There was a moment of silence on the city wall.

Then, everyone roared out in response.

"We swear to defend Ling Shuang Pass to the death!"

The sound reached the northern camp of the city.

Inside the camp gate, nearly a thousand soldiers were crammed onto the drill ground, a dense, dark mass. No one spoke, no one moved. Their heads were bowed, their hands gripping their weapons trembling slightly.

Their commander, Liu Wenzhao, was executed by Shen Chuxiao last night.

Therefore, they did not know what awaited them.

Hearing the roar coming from the city wall, someone raised their head and glanced towards the north gate tower.

As a result, these people tightened their grip on the knife hilts.

People around him also looked up. One, two, three... More and more people looked at the city wall, at the figure who had stuck a knife in his throat and sworn an oath.

No one shouted any slogans.

But silence itself is also a form of answer.

Perhaps at this moment, justice truly exists.

They were thugs in the army.

But they are soldiers!

Shen Chuxiao stood in the wind, watching all of this.

In any case, Ling Shuang Pass must be defended.

because,

This is his Ling Shuang Pass.