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

Despite his feelings, the facts remained unchanged. He subconsciously turned his horse around, but at that moment, his hand suddenly froze in mid-air, as if he had realized something. He remained motionless on the horse's back.

Boerte and Jin Tuwu had never seen their general like this before. This leader of the Eagle Tribe, who had spent half his life riding horses across the grasslands and never hesitated to make decisive killings, was now like a stone statue, even his breathing had become heavy and slow.

"General, we..."

Berthe's voice was stuck in her throat.

Wochijin slowly turned his head and looked at the battlefield that no longer belonged to him.

The barbarian formation had been completely torn apart. Qian Wanli and Sun Demao's two elite troops, while not top-tier in terms of combat strength and far inferior to the reckless Jingnan army in terms of charging into battle, were still able to relentlessly attack their prey like turtles biting their prey.

The people at Beidaying had been holding back their frustration for two days.

For two days, they listened to the sounds of fighting on the city walls, the muffled thuds of catapults smashing the walls, and the falling of their comrades one after another, while they could only cower in the rear, like a group of unwanted burdens.

Now that their anger finally had an outlet, they charged even more frantically than the Jingnan Army, hacking and slashing at anyone they saw.

When had the barbarian soldiers ever seen the Great Jing Border Army fight like this? They were clearly a pack of rabid dogs, their eyes red and their teeth white, tearing at each other bit by bit.

Wochijin just watched as the great banner was cut down. The moment it fell, the entire barbarian army seemed to have its spine ripped out.

The morale that had been built up over three days collapsed in an instant, plummeting to rock bottom.

Some were still brandishing their knives in resistance, some had already started running away, and some stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

The more chaotic the situation, the faster people will die.

Shen Chuxiao led his men to cut down crops like wheat, one crop after another.

Wochijin suddenly laughed.

His smile was bitter, and then he turned to look at Jin Tuwu and Boerte beside him. These two fierce generals, who had followed him for half their lives, were covered in blood, but their eyes were full of resentment and disbelief.

"We lost."

The words fell like a heavy hammer, striking them hard in the heart.

The arrogant Wochijin actually uttered the word "defeat" himself.

After saying this, Wochijin seemed to have aged several years in an instant. He opened his mouth to say something more, but only felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood, which was bright red.

He swayed and nearly fell off his horse.

"General!" Berthea grabbed him and helped him up. "We can still fight!"

Wochijin steadied himself, pushed away Boerte's hand, and smiled sadly: "What can we use to fight? The morale of our army has collapsed. Even if we outnumber them, what good will it do?"

Berthea's eyes widened in fury, but she could not offer a rebuttal.

Wochijin gazed at the dilapidated city gate in the distance, and at the tattered flag that had never fallen on the city wall. "With him in Dajing, we can't break in, because he never thought about winning. He thought that even if he died, he would die on the way to the charge, and he would take us down with him."

"And this very momentum became the final sword; when it struck, we were utterly defeated."

He was also very unwilling, but what could he do? His side clearly had the advantage, and had even used catapults. They were just one step away from crushing that dilapidated city, but they just couldn't take it down.

Not only could I not chew it, but I also broke a mouthful of teeth.

Wochijin sighed softly:

"Let's go, this is a military order."

Berthe gritted his teeth and finally began to give the order.

Upon hearing the order to retreat, the already panicked barbarian army's last shred of fighting spirit instantly crumbled. No one thought of resistance anymore; everyone was running back.

Some people even tore off their leather armor and threw it on the snow, just so they could run faster.

This is no longer a retreat; it's a complete rout.

Tie Niu charged to the front, looked at the direction the barbarian army was moving, and grinned coldly: "Boss, it looks like they're going to run away."

Shen Chuxiao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield and landing on the rear of the fleeing barbarian soldiers. His eyes were icy: "Chase after them. Make them remember that Ling Shuang Pass is not a place where the barbarians can come and go as they please."

He never intended for Wochijin to leave with dignity.

The three days and three nights of torment on the city wall, the brothers who could never stand up again, the crenellations smashed by catapults, and the bloodied and mangled corpses.

These debts will be repaid with the lives of the barbarians.

"Not a single one may escape."

Shen Chuxiao pointed his sword forward, his voice echoing across the land: "We should press on with our remaining strength to eliminate the enemy."

Tie Niu didn't understand what he was saying.

Sun Ergou, who was standing right next to him, suddenly brightened up: "A brilliant quote!"

He silently noted it down, waiting to return and tell the historian.

Shen Qiao spurred his horse and led the Jingnan Army out like an arrow released from a bow.

Jin Tuwu and Boerte turned around and saw Shen Qiao getting closer and closer. Their expressions changed drastically. Boerte was about to speak when Jin Tuwu suddenly reined in his horse. "You protect the general and retreat first. I will take two hundred brothers to cover the rear."

Berthea turned her head abruptly: "You..."

Jin suddenly did not turn around.

He drew his scimitar and roared a barbarian cry at the two hundred guards behind him. The two hundred men simultaneously reined in their horses and turned around, their blades flashing in the wind and snow, before charging headlong into the oncoming Great Jing border army.

Shen Chuxiao stared expressionlessly at the cavalry charging in the opposite direction: "Take them down."

They certainly knew what staying meant.

Tie Niu charged ahead, charging into the enemy ranks, yelling, "Come on! Didn't you want to massacre the entire city? Didn't you want to leave no one alive? Come and try slaughtering your grandpa!"

Shen Qiao's longsword was much quieter and faster than his.

The sword didn't follow a wide, sweeping path; it targeted only the gaps in armor and the throat, one strike at a time, clean and swift. More and more blood splattered on the white robes, from a distance resembling a tree of red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

With just one charge, the two hundred riders covering the rear fell to the ground.

The few dozen barbarian soldiers who survived by sheer luck could no longer hold out, so they dropped their scimitars, mounted their horses, and fled.

Tie Niu wanted to give chase, but Shen Qiao stopped him: "Don't chase too loosely, Wochijin's main force is still ahead."

Shen Chuxiao rode up and arrived, glanced at the corpses on the ground, and said expressionlessly, "Keep chasing them. Even if they run, make them pay the price."

The army continued its northward advance.

As the battle cries grew louder and louder behind him, Wochijin's face turned ashen. His lieutenant stumbled over, his voice trembling, "General, the men covering the rear... are gone."

"Where is Kim Jong-un?"

The lieutenant lowered his head and did not answer.

Boerte, standing to the side, trembled, his heart breaking. That was his brother, whom he considered as close as a sworn brother. He turned back to look at the snow-covered plain, and two lines of tears fell, only to be frozen to his face by the north wind.

On the snowy plains, the border troops of Dajing are surging in from the horizon.

Wochijin suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

Seeing the situation was dire, Berthe grabbed his horse's reins and hurriedly said, "General, hurry! They're catching up!"

The shouts brought Wochijin back to reality. Looking back, he saw the Jingnan army sweeping in with overwhelming force.

Wochijin gritted his teeth.

"Give the order! Retreat north! Horsemen, make way for the infantry! Run as fast as you can!"