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

But Tie Niu soon realized that these people were not right. They were completely different from the previous rabble. Those drunkards who were drinking and dancing could not even hold their knives properly and were scattered when the Jingnan Army charged.

But the people who ran out from the depths of the camp at this moment marched in unison, their eyes filled with nothing but cold killing intent.

This is no rabble; it is clearly the regular army of the Guafu tribe!

"Boss, this is tough news!"

Tie Niu roared, holding his axe horizontally in front of him.

Shen Chuxiao frowned. Amur said there were only two or three hundred people here, and that most of them were herders. But the group in front of him had at least fifty or sixty people, and they were all capable fighters.

"The intelligence was wrong." Qian Wanli's face was grim. "That Amur deceived us."

Upon hearing this, Tie Niu clenched his fists tightly.

Previously, I had been soft-hearted, thinking that Amur was just an ordinary woman who didn't even have a knife, only a leather bag for carrying water. Now it seems that these barbarians really can't be trusted at all.

At the same time, I am also glad that Shen Chuxiao made a decisive decision.

If Amur were to escape, then what awaits us is an ambush by the enemy's entire outpost battalion.

Thinking about that outcome, Tie Niu broke out in a cold sweat.

As Shen Chuxiao hacked and slashed, he said, "If this isn't just any random herder settlement, then it's an outpost set up by the Guafu tribe. They must have a large tribe backing them up, and who knows, there might even be troops stationed behind them. Whatever it is, we have to take them down tonight."

Without further hesitation, he immediately ordered that the prisoners be killed without mercy.

"Give the order: press forward with all your might, leave no one alive."

However, the barbarian warriors that emerged from the darkness withstood the first wave of attack like an impregnable wall.

Especially when the giant at the head appeared, even Tie Niu couldn't help but gasp.

He had thought that Baturu of the Red Wolf Tribe was already a rare and strong man, but the giant before him, as tall as an iron tower, was even half a head taller than Baturu. His broad shoulders seemed capable of supporting the entire city gate, and his bulging muscles stretched his leather armor to the point of almost bursting.

What's even more chilling is the iron-spined spear in his hand. The tip of the spear gleams with a cold, eerie light in the flickering firelight, and just looking at it sends shivers down your spine.

He stood in the center of the camp, like a wall.

When the barbarian soldiers behind him saw him, their panicked eyes instantly calmed down, and they reformed their ranks.

Shen Qiao drew her sword and stepped forward.

"Tie Niu, come here."

Seeing that he wanted to help, Shen Chuxiao quickly ordered him to stop. Shen Qiao had a greater advantage in a one-on-one fight, while Tie Niu was more suitable for charging into battle.

Tie Niu gritted his teeth, retreated back into the formation, and led his men to flank the enemy from the side.

Shen Qiao faced the giant alone, the tip of her sword hanging at her side, her steps neither hurried nor slow.

Tuohuan looked down at him as if he were an ant.

"A person from Dajing?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Tuo Huan's eyes. He glanced at Shen Qiao's white clothes, then at the thin sword in his hand, and his lips curled down.

"Just you alone?"

Shen Qiao didn't answer, she just smiled.

Tuohuan slammed the iron-spined spear into the ground, causing the entire frozen soil to tremble.

"I thought the Great Jing border army was all dead, but I didn't expect there would still be those who dared to sneak onto the grasslands to die." He turned his head and shouted a barbarian phrase to the barbarian soldiers behind him, and the barbarian soldiers actually laughed, their laughter full of contempt.

Shen Qiao remained silent.

He simply held the sword horizontally in front of him, the tip aimed at Tuohuan's throat.

Tuo Huan's smile gradually froze, and his expression turned solemn. He clearly felt the oppressive aura emanating from Shen Qiao; the invisible killing intent enveloped him as if it were a tangible substance. At this moment, it was as if the person standing in front of him was no longer a person, but a sharp, gleaming blade, ready to slice through the air and strike at his vitals at any moment.

"That's interesting."

Tuohuan raised his iron-spined spear and swept it horizontally, the spear tip whistling through the air and carving a furrow into the frozen ground. Shen Qiao dodged to the side, the spear shaft grazing his robes. He didn't retreat, but instead lunged forward, his sword tip aimed at Tuohuan's wrist.

Tuo Huan flicked his wrist, and the spear shaft struck Shen Qiao's waist.

Shen Qiao turned slightly, her toes lightly touching the ground, and she drifted away like a leaf in the autumn wind. The sword blade followed the shaft of the spear, and with a flash of cold light, it left a thin, long wound on Tuo Huan's hand.

Blood splattered out instantly. Tuohuan looked down sharply, his gaze falling on the bleeding wound on the back of his hand, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

The wound, though not deep, felt like a resounding slap across his proud face.

This time it was no longer contempt, but seriousness. Barbarians revered the strong, and Shen Qiao's strength had already earned their recognition.

"You are no ordinary soldier of the Great Jing Dynasty."

Shen Qiao then spoke, her voice very soft: "You're not an ordinary barbarian soldier either."

"This is Tuohuan, the centurion of the Guafu tribe!"

Shen Qiao sneered, "You clown, I'll cut you down with my sword right now."

"What arrogance!"

Tuo Huan snorted coldly, without wasting words. He gripped his spear with both hands and unleashed three consecutive horizontal sweeps, each heavier than the last, each spear carrying immense force. Shen Qiao did not take the blows head-on, but dodged left and right as if walking on water, narrowly missing the target each time.

The spear whistled as it cut through his robes, but the tip of the sword never left Tuohuan's throat.

Tuo Huan was furious.

He thrust his spear forward, aiming straight for his throat. The spear moved with a speed beyond what one would expect from someone his size, and the sound of the spear tip slicing through the air was sharp and piercing.

This was exactly what Shen Qiao had been waiting for.

The sword suddenly turned, its cold light flashing past the spear shaft. Sparks flew as the metal clashed. In that instant, Shen Qiao felt a violent tremor in his arm, a tearing pain in his hand, and blood trickling down his palm. He gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white from the force, but he still gripped the hilt of the sword tightly.

With a swift flick of his wrist, the sword blade slashed upwards in reverse.

Tuohuan's three fingers were severed at the base and flew into the snow.

The iron-spined spear flew out of his hand.

But Tuo Huan reacted quickly, grabbing Shen Qiao's sword with his remaining hand. Blood gushed from between his fingers, staining the entire sword red. He gritted his teeth and slammed his other fist into Shen Qiao's face.

That punch was accompanied by the sound of wind; if it landed, it would shatter someone's head.

Shen Qiao turned his head to avoid the punch, which grazed his ear and made half of his face go numb. He quickly used the force of Tuo Huan grabbing the sword to push forward and rammed his knee into Tuo Huan's abdomen.

Tuohuan groaned and arched his back, but he didn't let go. Instead, he rammed his forehead into Shen Qiao's face, like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair.

Shen Qiao felt a lump in her throat and her vision blurred from the impact.

But his hands were faster than his brain; with a twist of the hilt, the blade sliced ​​through Tuohuan's palm again, and Tuohuan finally let go.

Shen Qiao took a step back and shook the blood off her sword.

Tuohuan covered his hand and took two steps back. He looked down at his hand, which had been cut down to only two fingers, and the expression on his face was not one of pain, but of disbelief.

"Who...who exactly are you?"

Shen Qiao wiped the blood off the sword with her sleeve and looked up at him.

"The one who killed you."

Tuohuan's eyes reddened.

He picked up the iron-spined spear from the ground, gripped it with his remaining hand, and aimed the spearhead at Shen Qiao. His breathing became heavy and rapid, like that of a wounded bear.

"I've killed people my whole life, and I've never been driven to this point by a mere Jing soldier."

He roared and charged forward, spear in hand.

There was no method, no skill, only relentless effort.

Shen Qiao stood still.

He only stepped aside when the spear tip was three inches in front of him, and at the same time drew his sword.

It pierces directly into the thinnest gap in the leather armor.

Tuo Huan froze on the spot, looking down at the sword tip embedded under his armpit, letting out a muffled roar. He tried to grab Shen Qiao's face with his remaining hand, but Shen Qiao had already withdrawn her sword and retreated swiftly and cleanly.

"Da Jing... there are still people like you..."

Shen Qiao stood in front of him, blood dripping from the blade of her sword.

"There are plenty."

Tuohuan loosened his grip, and the iron-spined spear fell to the ground.

Shen Qiao glanced down at him, said nothing, and turned to walk toward her next target.

Seeing Tuohuan defeated and killed, the barbarian ranks that had been organized into formation instantly collapsed, which relieved the pressure on Shen Chuxiao, who was fighting on the other side.

Shen Chuxiao seized the opportunity and personally led his cavalry to charge through the gap.

"kill!"

In short, the Jingnan Army was like a flood bursting its banks.

Iron Ox swung his axe and charged forward, and wherever he went, barbarian soldiers fell to the ground.

"Die, all of you!"