SBCEJM -Chapter 85 A Deathly Silence! The “Golden Juice” Siege Defense Shocks Everyone!

Seven days later, smoke and flames rose from the walls of Yanmen Pass.

Feng Zexuan and Chen Jin had already switched back. At this moment, they rode hard toward the city, only to see battle flags whipping atop the walls and hear deafening cries of slaughter shaking the heavens.

【Ding! Reporting to Host: The Xiongnu army is currently attacking the city! General Chu has suffered severe injuries yet is still directing the battle from the walls!】

Feng Zexuan’s eyes sharpened as she flipped off her horse.

“Chen Jin, organize the troops and prepare to reinforce at any moment! Everyone else, hold position!”

“Marshal, you’re planning to…?”

Chen Jin looked worried. The battle on the walls was clearly brutal.

“I’m going up first to assess the situation.”

With that, she strode toward the city gate.

The soldiers guarding the entrance recognized her uniform and immediately let her through.

“Marshal! General Chu is waiting for you on the wall!”

Feng Zexuan nodded and rushed up the tower stairs three at a time.

But the instant she stepped onto the stairway, a bizarre stench slammed into her face so hard she nearly blacked out.

【Holy crap! What is that smell?! It’s worse than an outhouse!】

She covered her nose. The higher she climbed, the stronger the odor became.

When she finally reached the top of the wall, the sight before her stunned her speechless.

More than a dozen massive cauldrons had been set up along the battlements. Soldiers continuously fed firewood into them while yellowish-brown liquid boiled violently inside, releasing a nauseating stench.

【System! Is something wrong with my nose? This smell could kill people!】

【Host, your nose is perfectly fine! The smell is coming from what they’re boiling!】

【What the heck are they cooking? Surely it’s not snail rice noodles? The ones I’ve eaten weren’t this bad!】

The system fell silent for three seconds, as if organizing its thoughts.

【They’re boiling shit…】

A silence as heavy as shit itself descended.

Feng Zexuan felt as though her worldview had just been hit by a nuclear bomb.

【Wait—warfare in this era is this hardcore?!】

【I thought cold-weapon battles were just swords and spears clashing. Who knew there were tactics this insane?!】

【Host, this is called “golden juice.” It’s a biological weapon used in ancient siege warfare!】

【Human waste is boiled and poured onto enemy soldiers. Not only does it cause severe burns, but infected wounds can become fatal. Historically, many siege battles used this tactic!】

【Damn! That’s more vicious than poison gas!】

【Exactly. If overused, it can even trigger massive plagues!】

Hearing the familiar inner voice, Chu Tiankuo suddenly turned around. The moment he saw Feng Zexuan in full armor, surprise flashed across his face.

“Marshal Feng! You came at the perfect time!”

His voice was hoarse, clearly from shouting commands for too long.

Already pale from his heavy injuries, his left arm was wrapped in thick bandages, blood still seeping through. His right leg also bore a serious blade wound, leaving him with a noticeable limp.

【General Chu’s injuries are severe… Yet he’s still commanding the battle. What a warrior.】

Hearing her thoughts, warmth surged through Chu Tiankuo’s heart.

He had long known from the mysterious “inner voice” that this “Top Scholar Feng” was no ordinary person. Seeing her now leading the army personally didn’t surprise him in the slightest.

Instead, having such a commander gave him an unexpected sense of security.

At the mention of plague, Chu Tiankuo thought bitterly that if the enemy hadn’t been so ferocious—and if he himself hadn’t been gravely wounded—they would never have resorted to such extreme measures.

After all, if their own men accidentally got contaminated, it could kill them too.

“General Chu, you’ve worked hard. What’s the current situation?”

“Reporting to the Marshal: there are roughly one hundred thousand Xiongnu troops outside the city. Combined with the forces occupying the nearby three cities, their total numbers exceed four hundred thousand.”

Despite the exhaustion in his voice, Chu Tiankuo’s report remained clear and methodical.

“The Xiongnu have besieged us for three days and nights. Our arrows are nearly depleted, and supplies are running low. We can only rely on golden juice to stall for time.”

Feng Zexuan leaned over the wall to look below.

Countless Xiongnu soldiers climbed siege ladders in endless black waves stretching beyond sight.

The battlefield was filled with flashing blades and desperate screams.

At that moment, a stern-faced soldier lifted a cauldron of boiling golden juice, aimed at several Xiongnu halfway up a ladder, and dumped it down.

“AAAAAH—!”

Agonized screams pierced the sky, so horrifying they made one’s scalp go numb.

The Xiongnu soldiers were instantly scalded until their flesh split open. Screaming miserably, they tumbled from ladders over ten meters high, crashing into the comrades below in mangled heaps of blood and flesh.

Even more terrifying, the places touched by the golden juice rapidly swelled and ulcerated. The skin around the wounds blackened as the soldiers rolled on the ground howling in unbearable pain.

And the nearby Xiongnu splashed by the “golden juice” would soon develop raging fevers from bacterial infection before eventually collapsing as well.

【Disgusting as this tactic is… it really works.】

Feng Zexuan swept her gaze across the walls and realized even the arrowheads had been coated with yellow “seasoning.”

【They upgraded the arrows into biological weapons too? That defensive awareness is top-tier! General Chu truly deserves his reputation as a veteran commander—even coming up with tricks this ruthless!】

Chu Tiankuo twitched at her inner commentary.

What did she mean by ruthless trick?

This was a desperate tactic forced upon them, alright?!

Still… hearing her praise made him strangely happy.

Feng Zexuan looked at Chu Tiankuo and the exhausted soldiers behind him. Their eye sockets were sunken, their bodies worn down with fatigue.

It was obvious they had defended the walls day and night without rest for several days.

“General Chu, you’ve all worked hard. Take the men down and rest. Leave this place to us.”

“But—”

“That’s an order.”

Helpless, Chu Tiankuo could only retreat with the battered remnants of his troops.

Taking command, Feng Zexuan quickly surveyed the battlefield.

The Xiongnu forces were indeed numerous, but after enduring the “baptism” of golden juice, their morale had clearly dropped, and their assault had weakened considerably.

【Strike while they’re sick—take their lives! This is the perfect moment to counterattack!】

She turned to a deputy general behind her.

“Pass down the order—use up every last drop of golden juice!”

“Yes, Marshal!”

Another several waves of golden juice attacks devastated the Xiongnu army below, completely disrupting the rhythm of their siege.

Seizing the opportunity, Feng Zexuan raised her sword high.

“Open the gates! We attack head-on!”

“Marshal?!” the deputy general exclaimed in shock. “Isn’t it too early to leave the city—?”

“Not at all. Their morale is collapsing. This is our best chance to strike back!”

The city gates thundered open.

Riding a black warhorse, Feng Zexuan charged out first, thousands of Great Xia soldiers following close behind.

Warhorses shook the earth like rolling thunder.

Feng Zexuan plunged straight into enemy lines and instantly entered combat mode.

One slash of her sword—

Cold light flashed.

Three Xiongnu soldiers fell at once.

Her figure moved atop the horse like a dance, swordlight gleaming like snow. Every strike was precise and lethal.

Left slash, right cut, forward thrust, backward sweep—

Her movements flowed with the elegance of an artistic performance.

Before the Xiongnu could even react, she had already cut down more than a dozen men.

Wherever she passed, blood sprayed through the air. No one could stop her.

Seeing their marshal so utterly unstoppable, the Great Xia soldiers erupted with excitement, their morale skyrocketing instantly.

“Kill!”

“Charge with the Marshal!”

Blades flashed across the battlefield as Feng Zexuan’s black horse rampaged through enemy ranks like it was entering empty territory.

Her sword moved so fast that only silver afterimages remained.

Every swing claimed another life.

The Xiongnu soldiers were driven backward again and again under her assault.