Volume One, Chapter One: All Ammunition Spent, Facing a Deadly Crisis!

The setting sun blazed like blood in the sky.

The shattered city of Suye lay in ruins—scorched earth stretched far and wide, and corpses littered the battlefield.

Qin Feng, clad in bloodstained armor, wielded his longsword, sweeping it through the air and stirring a mist of crimson. He bellowed, “Warriors of the Dayu Empire! Even if we fall today, we will make the Xiongnu pay dearly!”

At his words, the soldiers roared in unison, their morale surging as they brandished their weapons with renewed fury.

Yet, alas.

They had gone two days without a proper meal. Facing the relentless onslaught of the Xiongnu forces, their resistance waned; injuries mounted, and men collapsed one after another.

This once-thriving frontier stronghold had degenerated into a veritable battlefield of carnage.

Fragments of shattered stones flew through the air; the city walls had collapsed in many places. Within, most buildings were ruins, with broken beams and pillars amidst rolling clouds of black smoke.

Such a grim battle.

Even Qin Feng, who in his past life had been an elite soldier of a special operations brigade, had never endured anything like this.

Indeed.

Qin Feng was not truly a native of the Dayu Empire—he was a transmigrant from another world.

He had initially believed that, by wielding the status of the empire’s crown prince, all he needed was to maintain composure and refrain from recklessness; soon enough, he could ascend the throne and unify the realm.

Yet fate had other designs.

The emperor, seemingly mad, had been swayed by the whispers of eunuchs. Claiming it was to better prepare him for future rule, the emperor insisted that he undergo training on the northern frontier.

Not long after his arrival, the Xiongnu launched a fierce assault.

Over the course of more than a month, the once 100,000-strong northern army had dwindled to about 10,000. All siege equipment was destroyed, arrows had run perilously low, and they could only stubbornly hold the walls.

More distressingly, Suye’s supply of provisions had run out two days prior. The imperial soldiers had been drinking nearly gruel-like rice water without grain for two days.

The civilian populace fared even worse—starvation had already claimed lives.

If this continued, the city would fall not by the enemy’s sword, but to starvation itself.

Gazing at the frenzied Xiongnu forces assaulting the city, Qin Feng sighed bitterly. “Alas, perhaps I am the most miserable transmigrant of all.”

Moments later, with a dull thud, Meng Jun appeared beside him, clad in armor cracked with battle scars.

The garrison’s commander of the northern frontier, broad-shouldered and rugged-faced, wielded his great blade to fell the last Xiongnu soldier besieging the city.

He staggered back, leaning against the wall, gasping heavily. “Your Highness, are you unharmed?”

Qin Feng shook his head.

Looking up at the stars slowly emerging in the night sky, he exhaled lightly. With darkness descending, the Xiongnu would likely not attack again tonight.

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