Frontier Army Warrior

Lin Feng immediately gathered everyone together and asked Wu Er to light fireworks on the beacon tower.

Then he took a dozen soldiers and rushed to Lingdouzi.

The rest of the people evacuated the area with food and supplies and hid elsewhere.

Lin Feng had already arranged everyone's position according to the terrain.

Among this team, Hu Jincai ran the fastest, so he and I were responsible for leading the Tartars into the dilapidated village.

The busiest one is Lin Feng.

He needed to find a place on the ridge to ambush the Tartars, and then work with Hu Jincai to lure the Tartars into the village.

When he rushed back to the village, he commanded his soldiers to engage in street fighting with the enemy.

Cui Yijiao, Zhang Changyou and Li Xiong rode their war horses and ran conspicuously to let the Tartars discover their tracks.

In fact, Lin Feng underestimated the strength of the Tartars.

Even if they sneak towards this side, the Tartars will find a way to catch up with them.

Cui Yigao ran a little out of breath and came to Lin Feng.

"Boss, there are nine Tartar riders, four armored riders, three civilian riders, and two more I can't see clearly."

Lin Feng pointed to two points.

"Who among you is good at archery? Lay in ambush here and wait for the Tartars to approach, then ambush them."

This was what he had just thought of. Several key members needed to be trained more and he couldn't always be left fighting alone.

Several people looked at each other.

Ever since the Tiezhen tribe invaded the western border of Dazong, none of them had fought against the Tatars.

Not to mention at such a close distance, and without any defensive measures.

Lin Feng patiently instructed: "This is a steep slope, and the Tartar horses will have a hard time picking up speed. After you shoot, you can run down the slope. Even if you roll down, you will be much faster than them."

Cui Yijiao gritted his teeth and said, "I came here to ambush them, but they are just a few Tartars. Twenty years later, I will be a hero again."

Lin Feng nodded: "To face death and then live, fighting against the enemy, this kind of momentum is what we need."

Zhang Changyou immediately raised his hand: "Count me in."

Hu Jincai smiled and said, "I can't leave first."

As they were talking, they saw smoke and dust rolling in from the distance.

Lin Feng shouted, "Remember, run to your position even if it means risking your life."

Everyone nodded and stopped talking.

They each found an ambush position, drew their bows and arrows, and held their breath.

The Tartars' horses were very fast. Just as Lin Feng and his companions had set up their ambush, the Tartars arrived at the foot of the ridge.

If we want to go around the ridge to pursue these soldiers, it will take too long and we will obviously miss the opportunity to fight.

The fierce Tatars did not take these scattered soldiers seriously at all.

The leading Tatar didn't even discuss and led everyone straight to the top of the mountain.

The slope before the ridge is relatively gentle, and there is a section that is a relatively steep mountain road. No matter how good the Tatars' riding skills are, they cannot pass through quickly.

Some Tatars, relying on their excellent riding skills, did not dismount but rode directly up the steep slope.

Some Tatars jumped off their horses and led their animals up the mountain.

Lin Feng, who was hiding in the bushes, could be seen clearly through the gap.

Among the eight or nine Tartar cavalrymen, one wore armor different from the others.

Under the sunlight, it emits a golden luster.

Lin Feng frowned and wondered, could it be the Tatar's golden-armored knights?

It shouldn't be. How could the Golden Armored Tartar be so worthless? Is a small beacon tower worth him coming here?

No matter what, this guy has to take it down himself, and the reward is...

I saw several Tartars leading their war horses and climbing up the steep slope.

Lin Feng quickly composed himself and slowly drew the bow.

The bow and arrow in his hand had been modified into a simple compound bow, and there was no longer the squeaking sound when the bow was drawn.

Everything was silent, with only the Tartar war horses snorting and stamping their hooves.

We can't wait until they reach the top of the hill, otherwise it will be difficult for the ambushers to escape.

Lin Feng pulled the bow to its full length and aimed it at the throat of the golden-armored Tartar.

As soon as he let go, the sound of the bowstring was controlled into a very small sound wave.

The feather arrow disappeared in a flash, and the next moment it appeared in front of the neck of the golden-armored Tartar.

Lin Feng still underestimated the strength of the golden-armored Tartar. Without any reason, the Tartar felt the danger approaching.

He leaned back, and the feather arrow shot by Lin Feng brushed past his throat.

Lin Feng's eyes widened immediately.

Oh my god, it’s really amazing!

The iron-armored Tartar was already tough enough, but this golden-armored Tartar was able to dodge his arrows without any warning.

And it was a compound bow that I had modified myself.

Lin Feng couldn't help but gasp.

At this time, feather arrows were also shot from three other places.

However, two of the arrows missed the target, and one hit the armor of the armored Tartar and was blown aside.

Lin Feng had no time to sigh, as they only had one chance to shoot.

Then he turned around and ran down the hillside.

The other two also followed and ran desperately towards the village in the distance.

Several people had no time to look for their war horses, leaving the horses to stay somewhere else.

Of course, this was also Lin Feng’s calculation, based on their running speed.

The Tartars were startled, but after seeing the situation clearly, they all burst into laughter.

The golden-armored Tartar shouted a few words loudly, and everyone quickly pulled the war horses to the top of the hill, climbed onto the horses' backs, and then rode their horses down the hill.

Lin Feng had never felt that two miles was so far.

The sound of hurried horse hooves could be heard behind him, and the Tartar warhorses were getting closer and closer.

Lin Feng was already starting to feel out of breath. It was all because he was lazy and forgot about running, an aerobic exercise.

He saw Hu Jincai and Zhang Changyou running ahead of him.

Even if Cui kicked and ran in another direction, his speed would be faster than his.

The Tartars were chattering behind him.

Suddenly, Lin Feng felt a chill on the back of his neck while running.

He changed direction slightly while running quickly.

A feathered arrow grazed his body and was nailed to the ground.

Damn, Lin Feng could no longer hear the sound of the bowstring while running. Fortunately, his soul was strong and he escaped the attack with the help of his sixth sense.

They started running first, and the Tartars wasted some time going up and down the steep slope.

According to Lin Feng's calculations, the Tartars should not be able to catch up with him when he enters the village.

Obviously the calculation was wrong.

At this time, Lin Feng had already heard the Tartar's breathing, as if the breath from a warhorse had sprayed onto the back of his head.

He heard the Tartar draw out his scimitar, intending to stab him from behind.

However, the broken wall in front of the village is right in front of us.

Lin Feng finally arrived at his position before the Tartars raised their butcher knives. Without even stepping inside, he simply jumped up and leaped over the broken wall headfirst and feet backward.

The Tartar's sword strike missed.

But he was an excellent rider, and with a little control, he jumped over the broken wall.

Seeing that Lin Feng had already fallen on the grass, a sneer appeared on his face.

Suddenly, the warhorse's front legs were loose and it stepped into a pit that had been dug long ago.

The entire warhorse was overturned, and the Tartar on the horse was thrown nearly two meters into the air.

Lin Feng was half lying on the weeds, looking up at the Tartar flying over him and then falling into a pile of rocks.

A huge relief.

Then, regardless of the pain in his body, he got up and ran deep into the village.

Of course, he didn't have time to chop the Tartar who was knocked unconscious.

Because the Tartars behind them had already rushed into the village with the sound of horse hooves.