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

"If you've got guts, stop with the talk and come at me to fight."

Seeing that he couldn't win an argument with Shen Chuxiao, Wochijin slammed his curved sword on the saddle, cursed a barbarian swear word, and turned to leave. After a few steps, he reined in his horse, turned back, and shouted towards the city wall, "Let's see how long you can be so smug!"

The lieutenants around him all kept their heads bowed low.

No one dared to offend the general at this time. They had been rampaging across the grasslands for many years, and it was always others who were scolded until they couldn't lift their heads. They had never been so humiliated in public as they were today.

As time slowly passed, a wind suddenly rose in the latter half of the night.

Moreover, the wind suddenly changed direction, whipping up the sparks at the city gate and sweeping them towards the direction of the barbarians.

Upon seeing this, Shen Qiao immediately volunteered to sneak out of the city.

He carried only half a can of kerosene left, and just as he reached the west side of the barbarian camp, the wind shifted. He poured the kerosene on the fence of the stable, threw down his tinderbox, and ran away.

The wind fanned the flames, and the fire gained strength from the wind.

The barbarian camp's stables were instantly engulfed in flames. The frightened warhorses broke free of their reins, neighing and rampaging through the camp, overturning braziers and setting tents ablaze one after another.

The cowhide tent crackled and popped as it burned, then collapsed with a crash, crushing the barbarian soldiers who had no time to escape beneath it.

The barbarian camp was in complete chaos.

At the same time, the city gate of Ling Shuang Pass was finally burned down by the fire. As the gate opened wide, a thick smoke and heat wave rushed in, but no barbarian soldiers rushed in. Because of Shen Qiao's earlier ignition, they were now too busy to take care of themselves and were busy putting out the fire.

Meanwhile, the people from Beidaying arrived.

When they saw the wounded and battered soldiers, they were all deeply moved.

Normally, they might have their own factions, especially after Liu Wenzhao was executed by Shen Chuxiao, the people of Beidaying felt that they had been completely marginalized. But in the past two days, they have been holding their breath, and the dark fire of self-abandonment and alienation has kept them separated from this city by an invisible membrane.

But now, that gloomy feeling of self-imposed exile has been completely shattered by the scene before him.

They didn't speak.

They simply walked out from the stack one by one.

No one gave the order, no one gave the command.

We walked through the wind and snow to the wounded soldiers covered in blood.

"Go down and rest."

"This time, it's my turn."

The sound was very faint, and it dissipated as soon as it was enveloped by the wind and snow.

This time, they were no longer cowardly, and from this moment on, there was no more Beidaying.

Only Ling Shuang Pass

The Great Jing Border Army!

Shen Chuxiao saw all of this.

His gaze swept across the faces of the soldiers in the Beidaying camp one by one, and finally he nodded slightly.

If one's conscience is not completely extinguished, there is still hope.

Soon, dawn broke.

The fire at the city gate had been completely extinguished, but the embers were already piled up to half a person's height.

The battle horns of the barbarians sounded at this moment.

But just as they were about to charge forward, the barbarian vanguard, who had been charging ahead, suddenly reined in their horses and turned back, while a commotion erupted behind them. This caused a gap to appear in the middle of their orderly charging formation.

A scout rushed back and shouted, "Report! Commander Shen, Garrison Commander Qian, and Garrison Commander Sun have arrived with their troops!"

Ok?

Those two seasoned veterans?

Shen Chuxiao stared wide-eyed and saw two groups of troops suddenly attack from the left and right, then cut him apart like scissors, severely disrupting the enemy's formation.

Under the flash of blades.

Flowers bloom one after another on the snow.

Seeing this, Shen Chuxiao's lips curled up. Just as he was about to give the order, a loud thud was heard, followed by the sound of a drum.

The sound of that drum was different from the war drums used in the army. The war drums were steady and calm, but this drum sounded urgent, as if someone had put all their strength into it, and the drumhead was trembling.

Shen Chuxiao looked up.

There stood a person.

A woman dressed in plain clothes was vigorously striking a drum with two hammers. The drumbeats just now were made by her. Moreover, countless people from Ling Shuang Pass emerged from the city walls.

Holding steel forks, kitchen knives, and hoes, they stood silently at the battlements where the original garrison had been stationed. Snowflakes fell on their shoulders and hair, untouched by anyone, as if that layer of pure white was the armor they had silently donned.

The unwavering resolve in his eyes brought tears to the eyes of all the soldiers on guard.

Among them were elderly men with white hair, young boys with youthful faces, and women with their sleeves rolled up. But there was no fear in their eyes, only the light that burst forth from the very bones of a people driven to the brink of despair.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom boom boom!

As the sound of war drums continued to resound...

Shen Chuxiao's gaze finally met that of the woman through the cold wind.

"My wife!"

When Shen Chuxiao uttered those two words, his voice was somewhat hoarse.

Looking back at the people, he instantly understood that they were seeing off the border troops who were about to charge out in their own unique way!

It was also a message to the barbarians below the city: even if all the border troops were killed, they would stand guard here and vow to live and die with Ling Shuang Pass!

Shen Chuxiao slowly glanced at the crowd behind him, then mounted his horse and raised his sword high.

"Brothers, in this battle, there is no chance of survival!"

There were no shouts behind me, only the heavy footsteps and the sound of armor plates clashing.

But this sound was more chilling than any roar; it was a resolute determination to survive a desperate situation, and a tragic grandeur of never returning.

A strong wind is rising!

The four armies clashed violently amidst the pristine white snow.

Sun Demao fought his way through the barbarian rear from the left flank and rushed to Shen Chuxiao's side. With a newly added scar on his face, he panted and said, "Captain Shen, this hero's title can't be left to just you and Zhao Hongyuan. Last night the wind was strong, and sparks flew everywhere. I saw it all clearly from the mountain. Moreover, your wife, a mere woman, went up to the Drum Tower, and the whole city cheered for you. If I keep hiding, I'll be drowned in their spittle."

Qian Wanli charged in from the right flank, his knife blade chipped, and glared as he cursed, "You, Sun Demao, you're so righteous now. I spent the whole night lying in the snowdrifts, and all I got was your nonsense?"

Then he looked at Shen Chuxiao and said, "Captain Shen, if you're going to be a hero, then I have to be counted in too."

Zhao Hongyuan sneered, "I thought you two old bastards were really going to hide in the back like cowards."

The group exchanged glances and then burst into laughter.

All those schemes vanished in an instant under the man's passionate blood.

"Captain Shen, you must treat us to drinks after this battle!"

Without waiting for Shen Chuxiao's reaction, they turned their horses around and charged towards the barbarian tribes of Boerte and Jin Tuwu.

The battle lasted from morning until noon.

Even the valiant barbarian cavalry were starting to falter at this moment.

Two days of siege had already exhausted them, and the appearance of Qian Wanli, Sun Demao, and the Beidaying, these fresh forces, gradually eroded their last bit of confidence.

Amidst the chaos of the army, Wochijin glanced back towards the city gate.

He saw the young man on horseback still charging forward, covered in blood, as if he had crawled out of hell.

He suddenly understood the question his teacher had asked him when he was young.

"So this is what you're like."