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

The tent was quiet for a moment, but everyone could see that Wochijin's expression was not good.

He didn't get angry; instead, he smiled.

"Will you fight me to the end?"

He downed the rest of the wine in his bowl and slammed it heavily on the table.

"Alright. Let's see who falls first."

He stood up and went outside the tent.

On the snow-covered plain, the outline of Ling Shuang Pass resembled a silent behemoth in the night. The sign on the city wall was faintly visible in the torchlight, its four characters like a brand burned into the snow.

Wochijin looked at it for a long time.

Then he turned around and gave orders to his deputy.

"Pass down the order: the entire army shall assemble at dawn tomorrow."

"Push all the catapults up there. Bomb Ling Shuang Pass to the ground at all costs."

As soon as it was dawn, the barbarian army moved out.

They had no intention of giving the people of Ling Shuang Pass any time to rest.

Meanwhile, Ögedei Khan also arrived at the main battlefield to personally oversee the battle.

He had calculated it very clearly: after two days of fierce fighting, the supplies inside the pass, whether oil or arrows, were probably almost exhausted. If they could hold out for just a little longer and wear them down until they ran out of ammunition and food, they would win.

"Even if we have to raze this city to the ground today, we have to take it down for me."

The remaining catapults simultaneously swung their arms, sending boulders raining down on the city wall. Brick and stone fragments flew into the air, and the entire section of the wall was on the verge of collapse.

Some even went so far as to crash over the city walls into houses inside the pass, with the sounds of shattering tiles and the cries of the people echoing through the air.

This scene is like hell on earth.

On the city wall, the defending soldiers huddled behind the crenellations, unable to lift their heads under the weight of the rain of stones.

"Boss!"

Tie Niu, crouching low, rushed to Shen Chuxiao's side, his face covered in soot. "We're out of oil! And we only have less than three bundles of arrows left!"

Shen Chuxiao leaned against the battlement and wiped the gravel dust off his face.

He knew that this was what Wochijin was betting on.

After two consecutive days of fierce attacks, Ling Shuang Pass's resources are almost depleted.

Shen Chuxiao stood up, walked to the edge of the battlements, and looked down.

The barbarian infantry began their charge.

A dark mass, carrying shields and ladders, surged towards the base of the city walls, stepping over the corpses piled up there the previous two days. The catapults showed no sign of stopping, their arms continuing to swing, sending boulders flying, crashing against the city walls and also hitting the heads of the barbarian infantry.

A boulder, not strong enough to withstand the force, rolled down the city wall and struck a siege ladder that was being erected. The ladder broke in two, and the three barbarian soldiers hanging on it were crushed under the broken wood and boulders before they could even scream. Blood spurted from the cracks in the rocks and seeped into the snow.

Chaos erupted at the foot of the city wall.

They never expected that the catapults would not stop.

Some people were setting up ladders, some were dodging flying rocks, some had broken legs and were crawling on piles of corpses, and some were tripped by the corpses of their own people, only to be trampled down by the people surging up from behind.

Just as the barbarian soldiers reached the base of the wall, a huge rock crashed down from above, smashing them into a bloody pulp.

"Boss, those barbarians have gone mad, they're killing their own people!"

Tie Niu was dumbfounded when he saw this.

A barbarian centurion glanced back at the trebuchets still swinging their arms, then roared at his deputy, "Go and report to the general! Tell them to stop the trebuchets!"

The deputy scrambled back to the rear of the formation and knelt before Wochijin's horse: "General, the catapults are still firing... our brothers are being crushed to death!"

Wochijin glanced down at him, his face expressionless.

"If you're dead, you're dead."

The deputy was taken aback.

Wochijin raised his eyes, his gaze passing over him, and looked at the city wall shrouded in smoke and screams.

"What does it matter if someone dies?"

"What I want is to break down that damned city."

He waved his hand, signaling his deputy to step down.

Then he turned to the messenger behind him and said, "Tell them that if Ling Shuang Pass isn't taken by sunset today, none of them need to come back."

The messenger dismounted and galloped towards the front line.

On the city wall, the first siege ladder was placed against the crenellations.

Tie Niu swung his axe and chopped the ropes, sending the siege ladder crashing down along with the barbarian soldiers above.

But as soon as he cut down one, two more were erected next to it. The barbarian soldiers climbed up like ants, and as one person fell, the next person stepped on the corpse to continue climbing.

"Chop! Chop him to death!"

Shen Qiao led the Jingnan Army to block the most dangerous section of the gap, holding a curved knife he had picked up from the ground.

The corpses piled up on both sides of the breach like two low walls. The barbarian soldiers surged forward, stepping over the bodies, and he led his men to push them back again and again. They surged up, and he pushed them back. They surged up, and he pushed them back again.

But fewer and fewer people are there.

One by one, the young faces on the city wall disappeared, but the survivors continued to fight, stepping over the corpses of their comrades, and not a single one retreated.

because,

They had no way out.

But at this moment,

They suddenly noticed that some of the barbarian infantrymen below the city wall were starting to retreat.

They weren't driven back by the defending troops, but by their own people's catapults. The barbarian soldiers, seeing their comrades being smashed into mincemeat, finally couldn't hold back anymore, threw down their knives, and ran back.

He ran less than twenty paces before being shot dead by an arrow flying from behind.

When the fleeing barbarian soldiers turned around and saw clearly, they were all terrified. Next to Wochijin, a group of cavalrymen stood at the rear of the formation, with bows drawn and arrows aimed at the retreating men.

"Today, only two kinds of people can leave here: either the brave warriors who survive and reach the top of the city wall, or the heroes who die at the foot of the city wall. There is no third kind."

"Anyone who dares to retreat another step will be shot on the spot."

The barbarian soldiers who were still hesitating looked at the gleaming arrows behind them, then at the city wall in front of them, and the last trace of hesitation in their eyes was crushed by fear.

They gritted their teeth, bent down to pick up the knife from the ground, and charged toward the city wall again.

Seeing this scene, Tie Niu couldn't help but click his tongue in astonishment. These barbarians were so ruthless. He then roared, "You barbarian wolf cubs, come on, grandpa will kill you!"

At this moment, the snow on the city wall was soaked with blood.

From the top of the city wall to the base of the wall, from the crenellations to the gaps, the white snow was covered with dark red ice shards and frozen corpses. The crushed snow water mixed with blood flowed down the cracks in the city wall, forming a dark red stream at the base of the wall, which flowed all the way to the feet of the barbarian infantry.

It turned the originally pure white snow red.

Shen Chuxiao drew the knife from his waist, the blade flashing a cold light amidst the smoke and snow.

He drew his sword and killed a barbarian who had climbed up, the sound like thunder.

"I, Ling Shuang Pass!"

Everyone still standing on the city wall gripped their weapons tightly.

"Fight to the death, never retreat!"

Everyone shouted in unison:

"Fight to the death, never retreat!"

The sound waves shattered the smoke rising from the city walls and even stopped the snowflakes falling.

The barbarian soldiers below the city looked up and saw that under the broken banner of the Great Jing Dynasty on the city wall, the defending soldiers, covered in blood, stood on piles of corpses, looking like a group of Asuras who had crawled out of hell.

The young man standing at the very front showed no fear whatsoever.