Frontier Army Warrior

They were only a quarter of an hour late; by then, seven or eight hundred cavalrymen had already run far away.

Only corpses remained, their blood staining the yellow earth across the mountains and fields.

And those pirates who were seriously wounded lay on the ground, struggling and wailing.

Of the 3,000 men, nearly half were killed, and more than two-thirds were seriously wounded.

This left the arriving pirates stunned, unable to calm their emotions for a long time.

Atsumi Akiyama was enraged, erupting like molten lava from beneath an iceberg, bursting forth from the ice.

She had no one to vent her anger on, because three commanders had already been killed in action.

So she vented all her anger on everything around her.

A gleaming straight sword, a family award bestowed upon her, was now wielded by her as a burst of light, instantly shredding everything around her into pieces.

The guards fled the central tent in terror, seeing that their general had gone mad. The precious objects she usually cherished were all rare and exotic treasures looted from various places.

But at this moment, it turned into a pile of garbage.

Atsumi Akiyama felt aggrieved; this was the second time she had suffered such a brutal blow from the Zhenxi Army since entering the Dazong territory.

The first time it was Lin Feng, but this time, who is it?

Without Lin Feng, the Zhenxi Army was no longer as sharp and brave as before, nor did it have those unexpected attacks and sneak attacks.

But how could something like this happen today?

The enemy easily wiped out more than 3,000 of the 5,000 troops she sent out in less than three days. What angered her most was that the enemy suffered no losses and left not a single corpse on the desolate battlefield.

This shows that the combat capabilities of the two sides are vastly different.

Did I bring a flock of sheep with me?

Facing a pack of hungry wolves?

What kind of weird unit is this?

Are they a demon army that crawled up from hell?

Various questions swirled in her mind, constantly questioning her soul.

She led more than 30,000 troops to besiege Fuzhou City for more than a month, even though she knew that people had starved to death in the city and that the Zhenxi Army was on the verge of collapse.

But her mind was even more anxious than that of the Zhenxi Army.

I have never seen such a tenacious team. The two sides fought fiercely for more than a month, and our casualties were twice as many as the enemy's.

After all, we are facing a high wall, which requires more effort.

Despite repeated reprimands from above, Atsumi Akishino withstood the pressure, gritted his teeth, and used death to urge his subordinates on, and indeed killed several generals who seemed somewhat passive.

Seeing that the Zhenxi Army was about to be defeated and that Fu Ning Prefecture City would soon be captured by him, he could finally give an explanation to his family.

However, today's battle was like a bucket of cold water poured over her from head to toe.

A woman, a very beautiful woman, wanted to use her glory on the battlefield to elevate herself to a level that would make her family value her.

She wanted to vindicate women and improve their status within the family.

The result was a humiliating defeat, which caused her to have an emotional breakdown.

After the rage comes weakness, a vulnerability stemming from the deepest part of a woman's heart.

Atsumi Akiyama collapsed to the ground, where a thick carpet of long, soft animal fur covered her legs and feet, smooth and white, with her tears rolling down her cheeks.

Tears streamed down her face, like pear blossoms in the rain; only then did Atsumi Akiyama truly resemble an unparalleled beauty.

After the anger, sorrow, loneliness, and fear subsided, Atsumi Akiyama gradually regained his previous composure.

She straightened her somewhat disheveled clothes and hair, wiped away the tear stains on her face, and gently got up. She intended to sit back behind her desk, but found that the precious golden nanmu chair had been chopped into firewood.

"Someone, summon the leaders of all departments to come before me immediately."

Lin Feng led a cavalry of over seven hundred men, galloping for more than a hundred miles before finally reining in his warhorses at the top of a slope.

He waved his hand and shouted, "Everyone, dismount and rest, and take stock of the battle losses!"

All the cavalrymen dismounted in unison and began to tend to their horses, bringing them water and hay to feed them.

After a headcount, all 283 riders of Zhenfeng Battalion were present, with only a dozen or so suffering minor injuries.

On the contrary, the five hundred guards who rushed out of the city were exhausted from lack of food for many days and fell off their horses during the charge.

This resulted in seven people falling behind the group and being carried back by their comrades.

In addition, three people were seriously injured and thirty-nine people were slightly injured.

Lin Feng frowned. Three thousand exhausted pirates had inflicted such losses on the Zhenxi Army. It seemed that the situation in the city was truly on the verge of collapse.

Hu Jincai withstood such immense pressure and managed to hold on until now, which means he hasn't disappointed himself too much.

Looking at the emaciated and pale Zhenxi Army cavalrymen, Lin Feng felt both heartache and relief. This was a war that tested a person's will, and a strong will would become a major factor in defeating the enemy in the future.

Lin Feng asked Wen Jian and Bu Yunting to come aside and briefly explained what had happened over the past few days, as well as the origin of the cavalry unit in front of them.

After the introductions, Lin Feng glanced at the people in front of him.

Pei Qiyin, Qiao Jushan, Ye Liangcai, Wen Jian, and Bu Yunting are all his personal guards and trustworthy people.

“In this way, I would like to combine the eight hundred cavalrymen in front of us into one battalion. The name Zhenfeng Battalion will be abolished from now on. It will be renamed Zhenkou Battalion, with Pei Qiyin as the battalion commander. The four of you will each lead two hundred cavalrymen. You can split up or join forces, and you can carry out missions independently. More importantly, you will work together to eliminate the enemy on the front lines.”

The group looked excited and felt reassured. As long as Lin Feng was there, they didn't care what they did or what he said.

"Ye Liangcai should do a good job of ideological work with the soldiers of the former Zhenfeng Battalion. Remember to explain the advantages and disadvantages, and make them feel that they belong to the Zhenxi Army, both physically and mentally."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Let's just call him 'boss' instead. It sounds awkward to hear him as 'prince'."

"Hehe, okay, boss."

Lin Feng waved his hand: "Let them eat and drink their fill first, replenish their strength, and wait for the next battle."

After everyone dispersed, Pei Qiyin remained by Lin Feng's side.

"Boss, is it alright if I lead the Zhenkou Camp?"

"Of course you can. You are meticulous, intelligent, and resourceful. You would be more than capable of commanding a battalion."

Pei Qiyin pouted, "But I don't have the skills of a leader who can charge into battle."

Lin Feng laughed and said, "Sending the leader to charge ahead is reckless command. It's only an isolated incident that happens in special circumstances. You just need to plan things out from the rear. As for charging into battle..."

Lin Feng pointed and said, "Let those four fierce generals do it; they're more suitable than anyone else."

Pei Qiyin breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, listening to the boss is always the right thing to do."

"Go get something to eat, I'm hungry."

Pei Qiyin immediately got up to get some dry rations.

Although he was the battalion commander of the bandit-suppressing camp, he was not only not allowed to go out to serve his boss, but he also had to do a better job than the battalion commander.

The two of them were eating dry rations.

"Boss, what's our next move?"

"He's definitely not going to be idle. Old Hu is having a tough time in Fuzhou. We can't afford to drag this out any longer. We need to keep adding fuel to the fire for the pirates."

Pei Qiyin swallowed a mouthful of dry rations: "Our commotion outside the city made General Hu's situation much better, which can be considered as a morale boost for them."

"Well, that's it."

"Boss, should we still go for the night raid?"