Frontier Army Warrior

The third year of Dazong's reign, winter.

Under the beacon tower of Lingdouzi Village.

There was a commotion in a thatched hut.

Cui Yijiao, the sergeant stationed at the beacon tower in Lingdouzi Village, frowned as he looked at a young man lying in the corner of the house.

"Wu Er, why the hell did you hit me so hard?"

Wu Er looked down at his hands in confusion, his face full of innocence.

But he didn't dare to retort and could only ponder it in secret.

I didn't use any harsh force, just slapped him a few times, so how did this guy die?

Li Xiong, who was sitting cross-legged on the other side of the fire, looked at the two of them coldly.

This is a cunning soldier who is very good at seeking benefits and avoiding harm.

He saw clearly that Lin Feng was hit in the chest and abdomen by Cui Yijiao's fatal kick, and the back of his head hit the broken wood on the wall, causing him to fall to the ground and die.

Cui Yijiao's skills are all in his feet, and this time his kick was a little heavier.

But he won't say much.

There were two ragged women in the room, shivering in fear in the corner.

I don’t know if it was because of the death or the freezing weather.

Wu Chang Cui waved to Wu Erzhao, and the three of them gathered around the fire to discuss how to deal with the matter.

"Just find a place to bury him. I'll talk to his father."

Wu Er didn't care.

"Report the damage, and you can get some compensation."

Li Xiong thought carefully.

"Without war, where would the damage come from?"

Cui Yijiao said unhappily.

Wu Ersanjiao's eyes lit up: "Just say he fell from the beacon tower and died?"

"That's a good idea..."

Cui Yijiao touched his chin with his hand and pondered.

No one noticed that the young man lying dead in the corner of the room slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the scene in front of him in confusion.

I was nervously putting on my life jacket just now, how did I become like this in the blink of an eye?

Before he could figure it out, his brain suddenly roared and countless memories flooded in like a tide.

In just a moment, he understood the situation.

I accidentally traveled to this body due to a plane crash, and this person has the same name as me, also called Lin Feng.

This body belongs to an ordinary frontier archer in the Dazong Dynasty's western border army.

He is nineteen years old and comes from a local farming family.

Although this man is born strong and powerful, he is very cowardly and timid.

Therefore, almost all the heavy, tiring and dirty work at the beacon tower in Lingdouzi Village was contracted by this person.

After working as an archer in the Zhenxi Border Army for more than three years, almost all the money and food he was paid was divided up by his sergeant and others, so he had to rely on the few acres of thin land at home to make a living.

It was particularly cold today, and Lin Feng had been sitting on top of the beacon tower for more than two hours.

In addition, he was hungry and knew that no one would come up to replace him, so he gritted his teeth and secretly left the beacon tower.

He originally wanted to go into the house to warm up before going up to the stage to stand guard, but as soon as he stepped into the house, Wu Er yelled at him and slapped him several times.

I watched everyone in the house warming themselves by the fire and eating sweet potatoes.

He covered his beaten face and whispered a few words in defense, but this angered Sergeant Cui and he kicked him.

Without saying a word, he kicked him in the chest and abdomen.

As a result, he became the current Lin Feng.

This body was forced by his father to practice the family's Tongbiquan all day long, and its bones and muscles have been honed to be very tough. How could it be killed by a kick?

This person's life is too miserable.

But these bastards in front of me are pretty bad.

Not only do you bully people all day long, but you also beat people to death just to warm up.

Forget it, since his soul has already disappeared, let me collect the rest of the bill for you.

The present Lin Feng was a descendant of an ancient martial arts sect in his previous life. He had a special liking for cold weapons and had studied them for nearly thirty years. His skills were unmatched in the world today.

Since childhood, he has been loved by his master and fellow brothers because of his extraordinary talent. He has never suffered any loss, whether in the inside or outside. How could he tolerate such bullying?

I moved my body a little and found that I was not injured anywhere else, but my head still hurt a little.

He supported himself with his hands and sat up from the ground, frowning as he looked at the three guys by the fire.

Sergeant Cui Yijiao, guerrilla Li Xiong, and archer Wu Er.

While these three guys weren't paying attention, he was thinking about which one to attack first.

In Lin Feng's eyes, it was no pressure to deal with these guys in front of him, but he felt a little weak now.

Suddenly, he was attracted by the sweet smell of sweet potatoes.

No matter how strong your body is, you can't stand not having food to eat.

As I recall, there was a disabled old father and a younger sister who was less than ten years old in the family. There were three of us in the family. The few acres of thin land in the family had no harvest due to drought, and they relied entirely on Lin Feng's military rations.

The army hasn't had a grain of rice in three months.

Even if the Zhenxi Army was distributed rice, it would be withheld by Cui Yijiao.

The bag of brown rice distributed three months ago was mixed with half a bag of sand.

Lin Feng suspected that it was Cui Yijiao who was behind this.

How can a 19-year-old young man be helped by drinking several bowls of rice soup that can reflect one's own reflection?

So at this moment, Lin Feng's eyes were only focused on the two blackened sweet potatoes roasting by the fire.

Ignoring his dizziness, he stood up, grabbed a sweet potato, and bit off a large piece. Even though it was so hot that he was gasping for breath, he swallowed it anyway.

Before the three men gathered around the fire noticed, the woman squatting in the other corner had already screamed.

She is Wu Er's wife.

Wu Er was a flatterer. Not only did he kneel down and lick Sergeant Cui's ass, he also dragged his wife over to serve him.

The three of them turned around and found that Mrs. Wu was staring at them in horror.

Then he suddenly saw Lin Feng holding a sweet potato and chewing it fiercely.

Wu Er was so frightened that he jumped up immediately and started cursing.

"Lin Feng, you bastard, how dare you scare me? I didn't kill you just now, you are such a lucky dog."

Lin Feng didn't bother to pay attention to Wu Er. In a moment, he had swallowed the sweet potato with the skin and flesh.

Sergeant Cui breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the person was not dead, he didn't need that little compensation.

He is not afraid of taking responsibility. Such a fool can just die.

But this year, tens of thousands of cavalrymen from the Tiezhen tribe invaded the border. According to the news from the border troops, the Tartars were fierce and brutal, and no one could stop them.

When guarding the beacon tower, it is always better to have one more person than one less.

Especially for a fool like Lin Feng, when the Tartars come, letting him stand in front is much better than killing him yourself.

While deep in thought, Lin Feng reached out to grab the second sweet potato with a sense of unsatisfied desire.

Wu Er yelled and kicked Lin Feng in the head and face.

Wu Er relied on his power to flatter the sergeant and beat or scold Lin Feng on a daily basis, which had become a habit.

Lin Feng grabbed the sweet potato with one hand and threw it out with the other hand, carrying his intention to fight back and the toughness of this body.

Tongbiquan emphasizes using waist strength to drive shoulders and arms, with the entire arm and palm acting as a weapon, just like swinging a whip.

He was the first to arrive and slapped Wu Er in the face with a "slap".

Although the movements were a bit sluggish, this body was quite resistant to his brain's intention to fight back.

But he can still easily beat a scoundrel like Wu Er.

Just as Wu Er kicked halfway, he was knocked over by a palm and fell in front of Cui Yijie with a scream.

Cui stood up, reached out to support Wu Er, and looked at Lin Feng in surprise.

Wu Er's cheek swelled up instantly, and one of his back teeth became loose.

Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

Ignoring the pain, he stared at Lin Feng with his triangular eyes in shock.

Just now, he and Cui Yijiao hit and kicked Lin Feng repeatedly, but this guy didn't put up any resistance. He just shrank his body and took the beating, not even daring to dodge.

Did he go crazy after hitting his head?

Seeing the men fighting again, the two women were so scared that they huddled in the corner and continued to tremble.

Li Xiong used to be a gangster, he was a slick and cunning person, but he was also knowledgeable.

Lin Feng's slap was fast and powerful.

Seeing Wu Er's miserable appearance, he clasped his fingers on the hilt of the knife and dared not move.

Wu Er covered his cheeks and screamed hysterically.

"Brother Cui, this kid is trying to rebel, kill him!"