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

Wochijin frowned.

He simply couldn't understand where Shen Chuxiao's confidence came from. After fighting to this point, anyone in his position would have resigned themselves to their fate. The walls of Ling Shuang Pass were riddled with holes, and more than half of the defending soldiers had been killed or wounded. It was only a matter of time before the city fell, but the tattered banner on the city wall just wouldn't fall.

At this moment, both sides were already bloodthirsty.

The barbarian soldiers who climbed the city wall were locked in a fierce battle with the defenders. Swords flashed and blood splattered everywhere. Screams and roars mingled together, making it impossible to distinguish which was barbarian language and which was Dajing language, but the accents were extremely high.

Blood seeped from every crack in the city wall, making it slippery to walk on. Someone had just finished off an opponent, but before he could even draw his sword, a broken blade flew from somewhere and pierced his waist.

The living and the dead were piled together, and the dead man's hand was still gripping the living man's ankle.

This is beyond description; it's a hellish scene.

As time went by, the barbarian soldiers occupied more and more of the battlements. Those positions that originally belonged to Dajing changed hands one after another.

The intense war relentlessly devoured the lives of soldiers on both sides, as cruel and merciless as a gluttonous beast consuming everything.

They stepped over the corpses of their own men to scale the ramparts, their scimitars gleaming coldly in the smoke, hacking at anyone they saw.

"Brothers, kill! Don't let a single barbarian dog escape!"

Tie Niu led a hundred Jingnan soldiers, originally from the scout battalion, towards the densest part of the crowd. His eyes were bloodshot, his body was covered in blood, and his two battle axes were dulled, yet he still swung them with ferocious force.

Knowing he might be killed by flying stones, he was not afraid at all. He cleaved the head of one barbarian soldier with one axe and cut off the arm of another. Blood splattered all over his head and face, but he didn't even wipe it off. He just roared and charged forward.

"Come on! Grandpa hasn't killed enough yet!"

Just by standing there, he frightened the barbarian soldiers so much that they dared not make a move and retreated repeatedly.

The Jingnan army behind him charged forward.

Tie Niu slammed his axe against the battlements, three barbarian corpses lying at his feet. His chest heaved violently, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the dark mass of heads below the city.

Wochijin, who had initially seen hope of conquering the city, turned completely pale upon witnessing this scene.

"Jin Tuwu, Boerte!"

"exist."

Two burly men stepped forward with their fists clasped in greeting.

"Go up and kill him! Let them see the might of our barbarian warriors! We must take that section of the fortified pass and send more soldiers up from below."

The two men accepted the order and charged into the battlefield, their bodies radiating murderous intent.

Both sides have fought to this point, and it's all about that last bit of pride.

Whoever loses their spirit first loses.

Immediately, he roared, "Continue the attack! Catapults, keep bombarding! Don't give them a chance to breathe!"

The messenger's bugle sounded again.

The remaining catapults simultaneously swung their arms, sending boulders hurtling towards the city wall. Before the defenders on the city wall could even catch their breath, they were again overwhelmed by the rain of stones, unable to lift their heads.

More and more gaps appeared in the city wall, and one section of the wall had even begun to tilt.

Tie Niu was hit on the forehead by a piece of broken brick, and blood streamed down his eyebrows, blurring his left eye. He wiped it haphazardly with his sleeve and was about to continue rinsing when a hand pressed down on his shoulder.

"tractor."

Shen Chuxiao's voice came from behind.

Tie Niu turned around and saw Shen Chuxiao standing behind him.

The young captain was also covered in blood.

"Boss!"

"Go down and bandage it."

Shen Chuxiao glanced at the wound on his arm. "This is an order."

"But."

"No buts," Shen Chuxiao interrupted him. "If you die, who will keep an eye on that breach for me?"

Tie Niu opened his mouth, but in the end he gritted his teeth and nodded, then picked up his axe and retreated from the city wall.

Shen Chuxiao turned around and looked at the battle situation on the city wall.

After a series of fierce battles, the defenders of Ling Shuang Pass were practically fighting with their lives on the line.

The soldiers struck by flying stones were so badly injured that not even their bodies remained intact; the sight was horrific. Wounded soldiers lay sprawled haphazardly along both sides of the passageway, numbering at least a hundred. Some had severed limbs and broken bones, others were bleeding profusely from head wounds; most couldn't even stand, let alone grip a sword again. Groans rose and fell; some gritted their teeth and endured the pain, while others could no longer utter a sound, only their lips moving.

The entire passageway was filled with the stench of blood mixed with the sour smell of cold sweat. The living stepped over them, their feet sticky, unsure whether they were stepping on blood or someone's severed finger.

Those who can still stand and fight are few and far between.

And reserves are starting to run out across the board.

Some people even picked up the broken bricks that had been blasted up by the catapults and swung them at the heads of the barbarian soldiers on the ladder.

Shen Chuxiao bent down and picked up a chipped knife from the ground, wiping the blood off the blade on his sleeve. The blade was dull, but it could still cut.

"Kill them!"

The shouts of barbarian soldiers echoed from below the city walls once more.

Another batch of siege ladders were erected on the city walls, and the barbarian soldiers surged up like a tide.

Shen Chuxiao took a deep breath and gripped the knife tightly in his hand.

"Shen Qiao!"

Shen Qiao rushed over from the side, his long sword chipped, half his face covered in blood. He was already extremely handsome, but now he looked exceptionally eerie.

"Take men and guard the breach; we can't lose that side."

"Yes, sir!"

Shen Qiao turned to leave, but Shen Chuxiao called him back.

"To live."

Shen Qiao turned and glanced at him. "You too."

Shen Chuxiao withdrew his gaze, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes.

"Pass down the order: have everyone from the Beidaying camp go up to the city wall."

The messenger paused for a moment, then ran down from the city wall.

The garrison at Beidaying is composed of diverse individuals, including many former subordinates from Liu Wenzhao's era. If used well, this group is a vital force; if misused, they become a hidden danger. Right now, it remains to be seen whether they still possess any fighting spirit and whether they still consider themselves soldiers of the Great Jing.

He looked up at the sky.

If they can hold out until nightfall, the situation will take a turn for the better.

By then, the wind and snow would swallow up the last ray of light, rendering the barbarian catapults blind. The boulders they launched would be thrown haphazardly, relying solely on instinct, with no accuracy whatsoever. Without the suppression of the catapults, the siege infantry would dare not rashly scale the walls; they knew better than anyone that climbing at night was tantamount to throwing their lives away.

Now that the catapults don't distinguish between friend and foe, even the bravest among them wouldn't dare charge in the dark. As long as they can hold out until today, this dilapidated Ling Shuang Pass can hold out for one more day.

One day might be the turning point.

Shen Chuxiao took a deep breath, raised the dulled blade in his hand, pointed the tip of the blade at the location of Wochijin below the city, and opened and closed his lips.

The nearby garrison soldiers heard it clearly, and their lips twitched involuntarily. Their captain usually seemed like a very serious person, so why was he so plain and unadorned when he started cursing?

The Wochijin below the city was taken aback for a moment.

Then he suddenly jumped up from the spot.

"Dry!"

The usually composed Wochijin broke down on the spot, swearing wildly, his face turning bright red. "He insulted my whole family! Damn it! He actually insulted my whole family! Kill him! Kill him for me!"

The lieutenants beside him exchanged bewildered glances.