Frontier Army Warrior

After a few sips of wine, Lin Feng felt much better.

My body immediately felt a lot lighter.

Lin Feng once again searched out a bronze plate from the bronze-armored Tartar, which had some messy lines engraved on it.

Judging from the equipment of the Tatars, they should always carry a bow with them.

It is possible that the Tatar's bow and arrow were placed on the warhorse.

While the two men were fighting desperately, the Tartar's warhorse ran away to who knows where.

Just as Lin Feng was thinking about what to do next, Hu Jin ran back.

He was breathing heavily and was about to report to Lin Feng when he suddenly saw the bronze-armored Tartar lying in a pile of dirt.

He stretched his neck to look at her several times before asking tentatively.

"Jiazheng, this... this is a..."

"Bronze Armor, don't let him bluff you."

Hu Jincai swallowed hard and stretched his neck hard.

"Copper...copper armor!? Oh my god, copper armor..."

After sighing, he suddenly remembered something and reached out to touch Lin Feng's body.

Lin Feng stepped back and looked at him warily.

"what?"

"Uh... uh, Jiazheng, I lost my composure, I lost my composure, I just wanted to check on your injuries, hehe..."

"It's okay. Didn't I tell you that you won't die?"

"no..."

Hu Jincai scratched his ears and cheeks as if there were bugs crawling on his body.

"Master Jiazheng, you look fine, but...but that's a bronze armor..."

As he was sighing, he suddenly caught sight of two broken knives thrown aside. He quickly went over to pick them up and examined them from top to bottom with his hands.

"Oh my god, oh my god, this is a ghost."

Lin Feng frowned and asked, "How's the data I asked you to collect?"

It took Hu Jincai a while to come back to his senses.

"Oh, Lord Jiazheng, four of our men were killed, two were seriously injured, and three are missing."

"Where are the Tartars?"

"Five of those Tartars, including this bronze armor, were killed, one was seriously injured, and three escaped."

"Damn it, three of them still ran away."

Lin Feng said hatefully.

Hu Jincai's face turned sad. "Sir, this is the greatest achievement of our border troops since the war began. Are you still not satisfied?"

"I spent several days planning this, but they still got away."

"Boss, don't worry. Even if three of them escape, they won't survive if they go back."

"Ok?"

"Think about it, you killed Tongjia. The Tartars' rule is that if a leader dies, they will die too."

"Is there still such a rule?"

Hu Jincai put on a smile.

"It's the same for us. If you die in battle, even if we don't die, we will have to flee to the underworld."

Lin Feng waved his hand: "Alright, gather the men immediately and clean up the battlefield."

Hu Jincai took the order and left.

When Lin Feng led his men back to the Lingdouzi beacon tower, it was already dark.

Lin Feng used the strong liquor in his hand to hold on and not fall down halfway.

When he woke up from his sleep, he found that it was already dawn.

He was lying on a sheepskin mattress, and Bai Jing was curled up at his feet, sleeping soundly.

If I moved my body a little, I would feel pain everywhere.

I probably used up all my strength in the battle with the Bronze-armored Tartars yesterday, and even overdrew a lot.

Especially my head, it was in excruciating pain.

As soon as he moved, Bai Jing woke up and immediately crawled to his face.

A pair of bright black eyes anxiously observed Lin Feng's expression.

"You, are you awake?"

"water."

Bai Jing breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to get some water.

Lin Feng drank a bowl of hot water. Although he was weak, he was able to stand up with Bai Jing's support.

Bai Jing quickly dressed him.

Lin Feng slowly walked out of the house.

At this time, the sky was bright and everyone in the camp was laughing and discussing something.

Suddenly, Cui Yijiao, who was standing at the door, changed his expression.

Then he quickly stood up from the ground and looked at Lin Feng who walked out of the door with a respectful look on his face.

"Boss, you're awake."

Hearing the sound, everyone stood up and dispersed.

Everyone had an expression of reverence on their face and bowed slightly respectfully.

"Jiazheng."

"Lord Komasa."

"Boss."

Hu Jincai came back and told what he had seen and heard with exaggeration.

Lin Feng's great achievements in fighting the Bronze-armored Tartars alone have shocked everyone.

Who among these veterans doesn’t know how powerful the Bronze-Armored Tartars are?

It was this tall young man in front of him who killed the bronze-armored Tartar with just one sword.

Lin Feng nodded gently at them.

"How many of us died?"

"Boss, four are dead."

"According to the military's standards, how much compensation should be given?"

Cui Yijiao took a quick step forward.

"Boss, usually each person gets twenty taels of silver, but in recent years, there has been almost no pension."

Lin Feng turned and said to Bai Jing who was holding his arm.

"Write down their names and give each of them 40 taels of silver. Those with families will receive them; those without will be buried with honor."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a burst of exclamations from all sides.

Everyone knows what forty taels of silver means.

Their boss doubled the standards of the military headquarters, and everyone knew that once the boss gave the order, payment must be made in cash.

Especially Hu Jincai and Zhang Changyou, the later soldiers, had never seen Lin Feng's magical powers.

Since yesterday when we fought against nine Tartar cavalrymen, led by Lin Feng, we created a miracle.

Not only did he kill a bronze-armored Tartar, he also sniped five Tartars and seriously injured one.

This is an impressive achievement made by the ten guards of the Huxi Township beacon tower.

It can be said that there is no one before and no one after.

"The spoils of war will remain, and Chief Cui will lead the Tartar's head to the military headquarters to request credit."

Cui Yijiao stood straight with a proud look on his face.

"Yes, sir, I promise to deliver it."

Lin Feng nodded.

"The rest of you, send out patrols and continue to closely monitor the movements of the Tartars."

Everyone received the order and set out.

Hu Jincai took the opportunity to follow Lin Feng into the house.

In his hands he carried a bow and a pot of arrows.

"Master Jiazheng, this is the bow and arrow of the Bronze-Armored Tartar. I found it for you."

Lin Feng looked at the bow and arrow in his hand with some excitement.

This bow is much better than mine.

The bow is made of fine mulberry wood, the arrow shaft is made of walnut wood, and the arrowhead is made of sharp iron.

The cow tendon bowstring is made very flexible and elastic.

"Good stuff, you're pretty good."

Hu Jincai smiled proudly.

"Master Jiazheng, there are still good things."

"Oh? What?"

"The Bronze-Armored Tartars' warhorses are rare, fine steeds capable of running a thousand miles."

When Lin Feng heard this, he became even more excited and wanted to get up and try out the warhorse's power.

Bai Jing pulled his arm.

"Brother, you need to rest for some time."

Lin Feng stretched his arms and legs a few times, then slowly sat down with a grin on his face.

Hu Jincai quickly said, "Don't worry, sir. I'm feeding you well. When you feel better, we can try again."

Lin Feng smiled and said, "Boy, not bad, come and see."

Bai Jing rolled her eyes and threw two taels of silver to Hu Jincai.

Watch him run out happily.

General Cui Yong, the commander-in-chief of the Zhenxi Frontier Army, looked in amazement at a set of bronze armor and a bronze waist badge placed on his desk.

He glanced again at the row of Tartar heads lying on the ground.

Since the war with the Tatars, the border troops have never had a record of killing bronze-armored soldiers in battle.

He looked at it for a while, then squinted his eyes and looked at a general standing in front of a large desk.

"Are you sure it was Song Qi who did it?"