Frontier Army Warrior

Bai Jing said hesitantly: "Well, brother, I want to join the border army."

"Haha, this is a bit difficult. There are no female soldiers in the border army, right?"

"I heard there are female soldiers and female generals."

Lin Feng looked at her pretty face in surprise.

"Is there anything else going on?"

"Really? I heard it from my father."

Bai Jing nodded seriously.

"Oh, your father is..."

Bai Jing fell silent, hatred in her eyes.

When Lin Feng saw that his personal pain point was touched upon, he immediately changed the subject.

"Women can do handicrafts, but it's not very convenient for them to ride horses and fight in battles."

Bai Jing said anxiously, "I've loved archery, horsemanship, swordplay, and spears since I was a child, and I've practiced with my father for years. This isn't a problem."

Lin Feng still frowned, he felt that there was a woman mixed in with his team.

I don’t care, but what do my soldiers think?

Bai Jing quickly added, "I can dress up as a man, and no one will be able to tell."

Lin Feng nodded and smiled, "Okay, go dress up as a man and let me see you. You have to get past me first."

"Okay, take a look."

Bai Jing turned around and ran out happily.

Only then did Lin Feng have time to bring his bow and arrow to his eyes.

Having been in the camp with nothing to do for some time, he had used soaked ox horns, ox tendons and other materials to modify the bow and arrow into a simple compound bow.

If you don't have cat whiskers or rabbit hair, use wool.

After a little processing, twist it into a thin rope and wrap it around the bowstring.

It also became a crude silencer.

The lines of the arrowhead are ground into the desired angle, and the arrow shaft is also finely processed.

Lin Feng estimated that with the compound bow in his hand and the modified feather arrows.

The distance is seventy or eighty steps, which should be within his effective range.

This time, we have touched the Tartars' cake, which may have touched their sore spot.

The death of a few people is not a big deal, but the gold, silver and other supplies were robbed, and the Tartars will not let them go easily.

Although he would not engage in direct confrontation with the Tartars, it was necessary to fight a guerrilla war.

Lin Feng took out the map drawn by Cui Yijiao and carefully pointed and tapped on it with his fingers.

Fighting guerrilla warfare against the Tartar cavalry on the plains is a very dangerous and exciting job.

If you don't play it right, the whole army will be wiped out.

Of course, Lin Feng did not let go of his rear.

Lin Tong was forced to cooperate with him, and the county lieutenant Mu Honda stood behind him.

It is still unknown whether there is a bigger backer behind these two people.

However, since I hacked their things, I naturally won't just let it go.

"Alas, being attacked from all sides is not easy compared to my previous life..."

Lin Feng lamented.

"Brother, what are you talking about? It's not easy."

As she spoke, Bai Jing was already standing at the door.

I saw that she was wearing a side army jacket, which was a little too big, but she had modified it a little bit so that it didn't look out of place.

Black felt boots, gray cotton trousers.

She had her hair tied in a bun and wore a turban, and was holding a long sword used by the Tartars in her hand.

To describe him as heroic and valiant is the most appropriate way to describe him.

Lin Feng smiled bitterly and said, "Bai Jing, look at your fair face and slender neck, who would think you are a man?"

"Well, I'll tie a cloth around my neck and put some soda on my face."

Lin Feng waved his hand: "Go ahead, let's leave it like this for now."

"Okay, I'll take it as your agreement."

Bai Jing didn't wait for Lin Feng to say anything else, turned around and slipped out.

In the evening, Lin Tong ordered the housekeeper to bring seven or eight young and strong servants over, and each of them carried a bag of grain.

Behind the crowd was a carriage loaded with hay.

This is for feeding horses.

After the two sides handed over, Lin Feng frowned and asked Butler Lin.

“Why are there so few people?”

Steward Lin said with an embarrassed look on his face: "Master Jiazheng, that's all for now."

As he spoke, he leaned close to Lin Feng's ear.

"Originally, there were a few more, but you killed quite a few last night, and the Lin family is short of manpower."

"Okay, remember to send it here when you have someone."

After Butler Lin finished his mission, he drove away alone in the carriage.

Because Lin Feng also left the coachman behind.

He saw that the rickshaw driver was big and strong, and he felt that he couldn't waste such a talented person.

Let Cui Yijiao and other three squad leaders assign personnel to conduct short-term training.

The current Lingdouzi Beacon Tower is much more powerful and well-equipped than before.

There were nineteen soldiers in total, six war horses, and sufficient food and fodder.

And he is very rich.

Lin Feng has never led troops in his past or present life, and he prefers to fight alone.

But now he has so many people under his command, and he has no idea how to fight this battle.

While everyone else was training in the yard, Lin Feng held his head in his hands and pondered in the room.

Guerrilla warfare, that's a game played in the mountains.

Looking around, there is a vast plain area without even a decent hill.

The troops we bring with us are not even cavalry. How can we play guerrilla warfare against the Tartars?

His finger moved slowly across the map and finally stopped at Lingdouzi.

This ridge can barely be considered a hilly area. Although it is still suitable for horse racing, there are still several places where war horses cannot pass through.

Compared to other wildernesses, the bushes here are much denser.

Hiding a dozen people is not a big problem, and the effect will be better if the number of personnel is further reduced.

Let’s see how many Tartars will come. If there are more than ten cavalrymen, I will flee in fear.

But if there are less than ten riders...

This battle can still be fought.

When his finger reached the outside of the curved ridge, he found a dilapidated village not far away.

When I went to ambush the Tartars that day, I remember that it was an uninhabited village.

Only a few broken walls remain.

We can also take advantage of this place and set up some traps to make the Tartars suffer a great loss.

Everyone in the camp had a full meal.

After a good night's sleep, early the next morning.

Lin Feng sent everyone out as patrol officers, with a distance of at least fifty miles.

If you discover any Tartars coming in this direction, report back immediately without hesitation.

Lin Feng himself took Bai Jing to the ridge to survey the terrain.

He was very clear about the situation in Lingzi, and this time the main target was the dilapidated village at the foot of Lingzi.

After field measurements, they found that the village was more than two miles away from the ridge. If they wanted to lure the Tartars over, they should be able to escape into the village before the Tartars caught up by running in advance.

In these ruins, the Tartars' war horses were restrained, and Lin Feng could fight them in a street battle.

Lin Feng was running around observing and measuring, and was very busy.

Bai Jing followed him quietly, doing logistical support work.

From time to time, he handed him a kettle and dusted Lin Feng with a handkerchief.

Lin Feng was very focused and serious. Every time he observed and measured a place, he would write and draw on the map.

A special map was drawn for the village and the ridge, with various symbols marked on it.

It made Bai Jing dizzy.

The two of them ran around the area for a whole day.

The next day, Lin Feng gathered the new recruits and brought tools such as shovels and pickaxes to the village.

Following his instructions, they began to set traps for the Tartars.

After two days of hard work, Lin Feng was very puzzled. Why could the Tartars remain so patient even though they had been badly cheated?

It was not until noon on the third day that Zhang Changyou came back on horseback.

From the northeast, there were nearly ten Tatar cavalrymen coming in this direction.

It is now more than thirty miles away from the Lingdouzi Beacon Tower.

Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

Since there are nearly ten riders, they have not yet broken their bottom line.

Otherwise, he would have to flee with these people.