Frontier Army Warrior

His actions brought both comfort and deep emotion to the soldiers of Zhenfeng Battalion.

Even though he died in battle, he still had a leader who was so considerate of his soldiers. I imagine he will treat his family members well in the future.

After the moment of silence, Lin Feng turned around and looked at the Zhenfeng Battalion soldiers standing in neat rows before him, his expression very solemn.

Do you know why you were chosen as an elite soldier in the Zhenfeng Battalion?

No one knew why Lin Feng would suddenly ask such a question, and for a moment no one responded.

Lin Feng paused for a moment and then answered his own question.

"That's because you and your family have a clean and innocent background; you are law-abiding citizens."

"Don't think that having martial arts skills makes you a good soldier. No matter how skilled a soldier is, we can't use him if he can't strictly follow discipline."

"I have repeatedly emphasized that it is fine to kill as many enemies as possible while protecting yourself. However, it is not worth it to put yourself in danger just to kill a few more pirates."

"I have formulated a detailed attack and retreat plan. If it is not strictly followed, more unexpected changes will inevitably occur. Not only will it endanger myself, but it will also delay the team's overall combat progress."

"If you live, you can still cut off a few more pirate heads in the next battle. But if you sacrifice yourself just to cut off more pirate heads, you will never have the chance to kill the enemy and make merit, and you will never have the chance to see your family, your parents, your wife and children again."

"That's why I repeatedly emphasize that all actions must be carried out under command and that teamwork is crucial."

"War is cruel. On the battlefield, swords and spears have no eyes. I am trying my best to keep you alive. The pirates are very vicious, but they want to take advantage of the fact that my clan is divided to come and plunder our territory, seize our family property and wives and children. As members of a clan, you and I must go to the battlefield and fight them to the death."

"Victory or defeat is not determined by one or two battles, but by who survives to the end."

"Do you remember everything?"

All members of the Zhenfeng Battalion shouted together.

"remember!"

Lin Feng turned around and pointed to the two newly built graves.

"Though they were honored, they no longer have the opportunity. As their parents, wives, and children, do you want those generous compensations?"

"Of course not, they want their sons, their husbands, their fathers to come home, alive and kicking."

Lin Feng shouted loudly.

"Anyone who disobeys orders again will face ruthless consequences!"

Lin Feng scanned the eyes of all the soldiers. They did not flinch, but looked firmly into Lin Feng's eyes, filled with trust and determination.

"Alright, dismissed. Rest and await the next order."

All the soldiers raised their hands in unison across their chests to salute Lin Feng, then turned and dispersed in turn.

Lin Feng turned his head and found Pei Qiyin staring blankly at him.

Her bright, large eyes were overflowing with tenderness.

Atsumi Akiyama did not receive news of Atsumi Mitsufumi's victory, but instead received the latest battle report from the rangers.

Five thousand soldiers were routed by a Taisho cavalry force. Their leader, General Atsumi Mitsuhiro, was killed in action, along with two commanders of a thousand.

More than 1,800 soldiers were killed or wounded.

The remnants of the army are currently on their way back and should be able to reach the North Camp of Fuzhou City before dark.

Atsumi Akiyama opened his mouth and couldn't close it for a long time.

After a long pause: "How many men are in this Taisho cavalry force?"

The rider knelt on one knee and bowed as he replied.

"The attack occurred at night, so it was impossible to see clearly how many people were involved, but it is estimated to be around three thousand."

Atsumi Akiyama slammed his fist on the table: "I don't want your speculations. Can't you find out the real data?"

"I am ashamed, but the enemy is also cavalry, so I cannot get too close."

Atsumi Akiyama stared at him and gritted his teeth as he shouted.

"Take him out and behead him."

Two burly men immediately came over, grabbed the horseman, and dragged him away.

"General, I am incompetent. Please give me another chance. I will definitely find out the exact number of the enemy."

Atsumi Akiyama remained silent with a sullen face.

Seeing that she didn't speak, the two burly men dragged her out without stopping.

"Send more people to investigate their forces thoroughly. I need more detailed data."

"Atsumi Akiyama gave the order in a deep voice."

He paused for a moment, then frowned and shouted again.

"Summon those commanders to come see me."

The messenger immediately ran out to convey the leader's orders.

The three commanders, leading three thousand defeated soldiers, fled in disarray toward Fuling Prefecture.

This time, there was no need for repeated urging; every soldier worked very hard.

They feared that if they didn't reach their camps outside Fuzhou by nightfall, they would be attacked again by local cavalry.

They were all like frightened birds, afraid to be at the back of the line, and kept looking back.

After traveling more than two hundred miles, the three thousand soldiers finally saw the tall city gate of Fu Ning Prefecture and the black city wall that stretched for dozens of miles in the distance.

Tired.

This is the personal feeling of all the pirate soldiers.

As dusk approached, they ran tirelessly along the way, not knowing how many had fallen behind. No one cared about anyone else; they just gritted their teeth and kept moving forward with their numb legs.

Seeing that they could run into the military camp before dark, everyone was overjoyed and mustered their last bit of strength to quicken their pace.

When Atsumi Akiyama led his army to besiege Funing Prefecture, he divided his forces into four directions and sealed off all four city gates.

The military camp in the north of the city had been built long ago, and was surrounded by fences to prevent the Zhenxi Army inside the city from launching a counterattack. The defensive facilities of the military camp were quite well done.

Like a medium-sized fortress, once inside, safety is no longer a concern, and enemy cavalry cannot break in for a while.

The leading column had already seen the long palisades, still standing intact five miles from the city.

If they still had any strength left, those pirate soldiers would have loved to cheer and celebrate their narrow escape from death.

The military camp in front of them was less than two miles away. Despite the short distance, the soldiers were still anxious and wished they could step in and collapse on the ground to rest.

They struggled to move their legs and gritted their teeth as they charged forward.

The three commanders, mounted on their warhorses, breathed a long sigh of relief. They had managed to save three thousand soldiers, which was a satisfactory explanation to General Atsumi Akiyama.

Unexpectedly, before the three of them could exhale completely, they suddenly felt the ground shake.

Soon everyone realized what was happening and looked around in confusion.

The pirates couldn't help but shout loudly in eagerness.

"Quickly, get into camp."

Before he finished speaking, the ground shook more violently, and from the left and right sides, as if a group of killing gods had emerged from the ground, they suddenly appeared in the sight of the pirate soldiers.

Two mounted warriors circled into the pirate group from the left and right, their horses neighing and hooves pounding, their spears standing tall.

This scene made the pirates gasp in shock, and the only thought in their minds was, "We're doomed."

The three commanders shouted hoarsely.

"Form ranks! Form ranks to defend against the enemy..."

Three thousand soldiers had been running all day, covering a distance of more than two hundred miles, their only hope being to grit their teeth and charge into the army camp.

Where would they find the strength to fight the enemy?