Frontier Army Warrior

"Your, what, position?"

Lin Feng was surprised to hear that he was speaking the Dazhong dialect. He was a cultured Tartar.

"Jiazheng, what about you?"

"Qihan tribe, bronze armor."

Lin Feng blinked his eyes. It turned out that this guy was just a bronze armor, which made him quite nervous.

When the bronze-armored Tartar heard that Lin Feng was only a regular soldier, disappointment flashed in his eyes.

He was very clear about the organization of the large border troops. A regular was not even a formal cadre.

But bronze armor carries a heavy weight in Tiezhen's army.

Generally, those who meet the physical and riding and archery standards can join the army and become civilians.

Only when Baishang kills more than a hundred enemies in battle will he be recognized and promoted to Iron Armor.

If you want to be promoted to bronze armor, you need to kill more than a thousand enemies in battle.

It's easy to say, but in fact it is a very difficult goal to achieve.

Of course, the silver and gold armor, which are superior to bronze armor, are no longer measured by the number of people they kill.

The higher class needs the support of background.

The two men stopped talking and raised their swords at each other almost at the same time, fighting with all their might.

Lin Feng was shocked again. The collision of the iron swords just now made him realize the strength of the Bronze-armored Tartars.

I was almost knocked over by a huge force.

He tried his best to suppress the churning in his chest and abdomen, and used all his strength in his legs to stabilize his backward trend.

The bronze-armored Tartar was also surprised. With his own strength, he could cut the opponent in two with just one strike of the sword.

Unexpectedly, the man in front of him, Jia Zheng, only took two steps back.

Tongjia was full of vigor and momentum. He ignored the broken wall in front of him and took a step forward to directly break the dilapidated earth wall. He swung his long sword and slashed towards Lin Feng with a sharp sound.

Lin Feng no longer competed with him in strength, dodged the opponent's long sword, and used the wind-splitting sword technique.

The two men fought for their lives among a pile of rubble.

A quarter of an hour later, the bronze-armored Tartar was still full of energy, like a tireless perpetual motion machine.

Lin Feng was already running out of energy, and after this fight, he was even more out of breath.

His body was covered in wounds, and blood had stained his old jacket red.

The iron knife in his hand was also covered with gaps of varying sizes.

The next moment, the two long swords collided again, broke into two pieces and flew out.

Throwing away the broken sword in their hands, the two began to fight with fists and feet.

The Bronze-armored Tartars had not expected that a large-scale border army commander would be so difficult to deal with.

Although he is very strong, Jia Zheng's body movements are too flexible and his body is very tough.

Every time he hit me, I actually felt pain.

Bronze Armor is like a machine, always full of energy, strong and heavy.

Although Lin Feng hit the Bronze-Armored Tartar's vital parts many times, the effect was not very good.

He was gradually forced into a corner by the Bronze-armored Tartars.

He was not paying attention, tripped, and fell backwards on the rocks.

The Bronze-armored Tartar naturally would not miss this good opportunity. He immediately pounced on him and pinned Lin Feng down with his strong body.

Lin Feng lost his advantage, and in a pure contest of strength, the other two were no match for him.

The bronze-armored Tartar reached out and grabbed Lin Feng's neck, tightening his grip.

Lin Feng's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets, his breathing was blocked, and his brain began to feel dizzy.

His two hands were scratching around weakly.

It’s over. I’ve only been here for a short time, and I’m going to be sent back?

I didn't expect that a Tartar with bronze armor could be so powerful. It was indeed right that the large army was defeated.

Just when Lin Feng was about to fall into coma, his right hand suddenly touched the quiver he had thrown in the corner.

There were still three or two feathered arrows left in the quiver.

Gathering his remaining strength, Lin Feng grabbed a feather arrow and thrust it with all his might into the neck of the bronze-armored Tartar.

Maybe it was God who didn't want him to die again, maybe it was his character that changed, maybe...

In short, the feather arrow that he had sharpened to a very sharp point pierced deeply into the neck of the bronze-armored Tartar.

Lin Feng, who was in despair, suddenly felt a breath of fresh air entering his nose.

The sweet breath made his lungs extremely happy.

The bronze-armored Tartar's strong hands slowly relaxed.

Lin Feng panted for a long while before he pushed the body of the bronze-armored Tartar away with force.

Blood splattered all over his head and face.

I struggled to sit up, but I felt weak all over and had no strength left.

After taking a breath for nearly half a minute, Lin Feng managed to gather up the bow and arrow beside him.

He was afraid that more Tartars would come.

He then used a knife to cut open his underwear and bandaged the two more serious knife wounds.

Otherwise the blood in the body will be drained.

After another quarter of an hour, the surroundings were still silent, as if Lin Feng was the only one in this dilapidated village.

With heavy steps, Lin Feng walked out of the corner and came into the alley.

"I swear I will never compete with the Tartars in strength again."

Muttering to himself, he put the feather arrow on the bow, held the bow and bowstring with both hands cautiously, and walked out slowly.

Before reaching the alley entrance, I suddenly saw a head appear.

Lin Feng immediately drew his bow.

Unexpectedly, his arms were completely powerless and he couldn't even draw the bow halfway.

There was no choice but to step back.

"Jiazheng, are you okay?"

Lin Feng looked closely and found that it was Hu Jincai. This kid was very nimble and somehow managed to escape the pursuit of the Tartars.

"Hu Jincai, be careful of the Tartars."

Hu Jincai turned into the alley.

"Jiazheng, there are no more Tartars in the village..."

He exclaimed in surprise after walking into Linfeng.

"Oh, Jiazheng, you're hurt!"

Lin Feng nodded calmly: "It's okay, I won't die yet."

"Please sit down and rest for a while."

"Have you visited all the villages?"

"I couldn't hear anything, so I looked around. Many people died, both our people and the Tartars."

"Well, you are quite brave."

Hu Jincai scratched his head embarrassedly.

Because he was fast, after running into the village, he forgot his previous plan and just focused on fleeing, thus avoiding the pursuit of the Tartars.

Lin Feng was indeed feeling tired. He leaned back against the earth wall and slowly sat down on the ground.

"Go collect the data."

"What, data?"

Lin Feng waved his hand wearily: "It's just about the amount of damage and spoils."

"Oh, I understand. You take a good rest. I'll go right away."

Hu Jincai turned around and ran out.

Lin Feng saw that the boy had nimble legs and feet, and it was obvious that he had not experienced any battle and had plenty of physical strength.

He turned around and saw the body of the bronze-armored Tartar not far away, so he stood up and walked over.

After searching the body, they found a leather bag tied to the lower back.

Lin Feng was feeling thirsty, so he took it off casually, pulled out the cork and took a big gulp.

As a result, he choked and vomited instantly.

It has a spicy and powerful taste.

Lin Feng was surprised. It turned out to be a leather bag of strong liquor.

This thing is not something you can see easily.

For people at the bottom of society, it is something they can never see.

After a pause, Lin Feng took another small sip.

The spiciness is accompanied by the sweetness unique to alcohol.

"luxury."

Lin Feng glanced at the bronze-armored Tartar.

In addition to sheepskin clothes and bronze armor, he also had a dagger on his waist.

Lin Feng took it in his hand and pulled the dagger out of the sheath.

The short sword hummed softly.

At the same time, it was accompanied by a cold and fierce feeling.

"Good knife!"