Frontier Army Warrior

A Tartar rode his horse into the alley at the entrance of the village.

Between two dilapidated thatched houses, a rope was suddenly pulled up, tripping the running warhorse.

The Tartar fell off his horse and was unable to recover for a long time.

Fortunately, those large soldiers did not have the courage to step forward, otherwise they would have gotten a great head.

Most of the traps designed by Lin Feng worked, but unfortunately the soldiers were frightened by the Tartars and had no courage to go forward and fight.

Otherwise the results would be brilliant.

However, none of the soldiers brought by Lin Feng have deserted the battlefield yet.

This is a big step forward compared to before.

Lin Feng ran and scurried to his next position.

He squatted down in a dilapidated house, drew out a feathered arrow and put it on the bowstring, then looked outside through a hole.

The view here is relatively open, with an open space in front, which is also the only way for the Tartars to enter the village.

Sure enough, not long after, a Tartar came here on horseback.

The position was perfect. Lin Feng thought that if he missed the shot again, it would be his fault.

He pulled the bowstring to its full extent and shot the arrow without even aiming.

The man riding on the warhorse was a white-robed Tartar, holding a scimitar and searching for the enemy.

Suddenly, an arrow flew from nowhere and hit his throat.

Without a sound, he fell off his horse, twitched a few times, and then lay motionless.

Before Lin Feng left, another Tartar in armor appeared and rushed towards him on horseback.

Seeing his accomplice lying on the ground, he immediately looked around vigilantly.

If the Tartars' armor is well protected, it will be difficult for a bow and arrow to be effective.

Lin Feng calmed down and waited for the moment when the Tartars relaxed.

When his arms were shaking from pulling the bow to the limit, he finally reached the state he wanted.

The armored Tartar searched for a long time but did not find anyone. He just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to go check on his fallen accomplice.

Unexpectedly, before he could exhale completely, a feather arrow silently pierced his throat.

After killing two Tartars in a row, Lin Feng no longer stayed where he was. He immediately bent down and ran to the next point.

At this time, in the entire ruined village, the Tatars and a large number of soldiers started a chase.

Of course, it was the bulk of the soldiers running around, while the Tartars were chasing them with swords.

At the entrance of an alley, Lin Feng deliberately showed up to lure a Tartar to chase him on horseback.

After turning two corners, the Tartar was knocked off his running horse by a suddenly falling branch.

Lin Feng, who was waiting behind the pile of dirt, suddenly appeared.

With a flash of the long sword, the Tartar's neck was cut off.

Then he quickly turned and left.

Time passed little by little, and Lin Feng had killed five Tartars by shooting and slashing.

At this time, he was looking everywhere for the golden-armored Tartar.

This is a big fish, its value is unimaginable, we can't let it slip away.

In the entire Dazong Town's western army, Lin Feng was probably the only one who thought this way.

The offense and defense have switched.

Lin Feng saw a large soldier in the corner of a dilapidated house, holding his chest in pain, his face pale.

There was a feather arrow stuck in his chest.

It was obvious that he was shot in the vitals by the Tartars and it was unlikely that he would survive.

Lin Feng naturally had no time to treat him. He could only glance at him and leave decisively in the soldier's pleading eyes.

He was looking for the golden armor, and the golden-armored Tartar was also looking for Lin Feng.

The golden-armored Tartars have already discovered something is wrong.

This large group of soldiers was completely different from the ones we had encountered before.

After he entered the large land, the large armies he encountered, let alone nine people, even if there were only three or five cavalrymen, he could disperse the enemy with just a charge.

There was no need to even charge; the enemy army would basically scatter as soon as they saw them from afar.

And at this moment, these soldiers actually dared to resist.

He even killed so many of his own warriors.

It's so abnormal.

As far as we know, four of our people have died, and there are still a few we haven't encountered yet. I guess the situation is not very good.

The Tiezhen Tartars' fighting style is usually individual-based.

They rarely charge into battle in groups.

So, after rushing into the village, they fought on their own and chopped off the heads of a large number of soldiers, and the credit would be personal.

Their levels are clearly divided: white body, iron, bronze, silver, and gold.

Each represents a different combat capability.

It is also difficult to advance. Without a large amount of killing, it is impossible to advance.

Of course, the treatment at each level varies greatly.

This led to the Tiezhen Tartars killing large numbers of soldiers without regard for their lives, and even spared no civilians.

The reason why the Golden-Armored Tartar came this time was, of course, because his interests were affected.

This gangster must be killed to relieve the hatred in my heart.

Lin Feng wandered around the dilapidated village for a long time but did not find the golden-armored Tartar.

He killed five Tartars and still had four to go.

I don’t know if Cui Yijiao and his team have achieved any success.

Lin Feng was not injured, but he was a little out of strength.

After a period of desperate running and then highly concentrating his mind, he was exhausted after killing five Tartars.

He found a secluded place, sat down, and gasped for breath.

I didn't bring any water with me because I had to run, so I didn't bring anything I could do without.

It was past noon and my stomach was growling.

There was no sound in the village, maybe the Tartars had left.

But what about our own people?

There are three squad leaders and myself, a total of ten people lying in ambush here.

Except for one who was seriously injured, I didn't see the others.

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground, and they were slowly coming towards me.

Lin Feng leaned against the earth wall and breathed lightly.

You usually can't see yourself in this position.

The sound of horse hooves gradually approached, and Lin Feng saw the Tartar riding on the horse.

He was wearing golden armor, and his sheepskin hat was whiter than that of other Tartars, with the wool rolled up neatly.

He held a long sword in his hand, sat steadily on the horse, and looked around.

Lin Feng licked his dry lips.

His two hands slowly touched the bow and arrow, pulled out a feathered arrow and placed it on the bowstring.

Then gently pull the bow apart.

Just as he aimed the arrow at the golden-armored Tartar, the golden-armored Tartar suddenly turned his head, and stared at Lin Feng with his two eagle-like eyes.

Lin Feng was startled, and his right hand trembled, and the feather arrow flew out.

At such a distance, the feather arrow took no time at all to reach the golden-armored Tartar.

Just when Lin Feng was excited, the golden-armored Tartar stretched out his hand and grabbed the feather arrow.

The arrow was only half an inch away from his throat.

Lin Feng opened his mouth suddenly and couldn't close it for a long time.

At such a distance, you can catch the arrow with your bare hands?

It seems like I can’t do it myself.

Of course, if it was in the previous life, there shouldn’t be any problem.

The two of them just looked at each other, and slowly, smiles appeared on both of their faces.

This time we found the right opponent.

The golden-armored Tartar jumped off his horse, long sword in hand, and walked towards Lin Feng step by step.

Lin Feng also threw away the bow and arrow and picked up the long sword inserted on the side.

Walk towards the golden-armored Tartars.

The two men faced each other quietly across a half-broken wall.