Frontier Army Warrior

The Tiezhen camp was stationed on an open area ten miles away from the border town of Dazong.

Their camp was very simple, with only some deer fodder and other items fenced off on the periphery.

Obviously, they didn't think a large army would attack.

In a giant tent in the center of the military camp, dozens of torches were lit around it, illuminating the entire tent.

A burly man with a full beard was leaning on a huge chair padded with tiger skin.

In front of him stood two rows of strong men wearing armor of various colors.

This man was the leader of the 40,000 Tiezhen cavalrymen who invaded the Dazong, the golden-armored knight, Wanyan Qingtian.

He stared at the generals standing in front of him with gloomy eyes.

"Can anyone tell me where Wulitu went?"

Everyone was silent.

"No one knows? A bronze armor has disappeared for many days, and no one of you knows?"

His tone grew stern.

A tall man in silver armor lowered his head and replied in a low voice.

"Your Highness, according to the report from the servants, Wulitu has taken his men to Huxi."

"and then?"

"He hasn't come back yet."

"What is he going to do?"

"Uh...it's said that the supplies were robbed."

Wanyan Qingtian sneered.

"What a bunch of rubbish! Wulitu's head has already been placed on Cui Yong's case!"

Everyone in the yurt looked up at Wanyan Qingtian in surprise.

"According to intelligence, Wulitu was killed by a centurion named Song Qi. No matter what method you use, I will see Song Qi's head within ten days!"

Wanyan Qingtian glared at everyone.

"This is a disgrace to the Iron Knights!"

The tall man in silver armor is called Wendihan, and he is the second most important person in the legion after Wanyan Qingtian.

Hearing the boss say this, he immediately turned around and shouted at a burly man.

"Shu Xiong, you are responsible for this matter. If you don't see Song Qi's head, you don't have to come back."

Shu Xiong, wearing bronze armor, took a step forward.

"How can an eagle let a rabbit run wild? Within seven days, I will bring back Song Qi's head."

After saying that, he turned around and strode out of the bag.

These days, Lin Feng is making a crossbow.

With the help of his memories from his previous life, he collected materials and began to concoct.

Because the Tatars have superb physical fitness, after facing the Tatar bronze armor head-on, Lin Feng felt that his body still had a lot of shortcomings.

If it is impossible to catch up with the other person's physical strength in a short period of time, then use technology to compete with the other person.

A hand crossbow is a smaller bow and arrow that is easy to carry, quick to fire, and highly concealable.

It is a powerful weapon in street fighting, but it can also become a nightmare for the Tartars.

He disassembled the bows and arrows captured from the Tartars, took the materials, and then carefully processed them himself.

After more than three days of work, a small and exquisite crossbow was finally successfully made.

This thing can be hung around the waist or tied around the arm.

Within ten steps, Lin Feng could pin a fly to the wall.

Lin Feng admired his masterpiece with a smile on his face.

If I meet the Bronze-armored Tartar again, I won’t have to waste my energy. I just need to pull the trigger lightly to make him die in the northwest.

Bai Jing has been staying by Lin Feng's side, taking care of his daily life.

Lin Feng gradually developed a liking for this pretty and intelligent woman.

Almost everything is not avoided by her.

At this moment, she was looking at the crossbow in front of her in amazement, with admiration flashing in her big eyes.

The tall young man in front of her brought her so many surprises that the word "magical" was the most appropriate to describe him.

Bai Jing has seen the world and is proud in her heart. Although she has fallen to this point, she does not take the people around her seriously.

But Lin Feng was different. He made Bai Jing fall into deep thought many times.

This man is so mysterious and almost omnipotent.

But he maintained enough respect for such a weak and down-and-out woman like her.

Just as the two were immersed in the quiet and somewhat ambiguous atmosphere, they suddenly heard a cough outside the door.

"Ahem, Boss, are you there?"

Lin Feng knew it was Wang Qian.

This guy was shot in the lung by the Tartars. Although he was saved by Lin Feng, he was left with a cough.

Wang Qian pushed the door open and saw Bai Jing was there too. A hint of embarrassment flashed across his face, which was flushed from coughing.

"Boss, someone's looking for you outside."

"who?"

Wang Qian was embarrassed.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't be so fussy."

Lin Feng was impatient.

"Uh, he's from the village. His last name is Lin, and his name seems to be... something like Min."

When Bai Jing heard this, her face turned pale, and her originally rosy complexion instantly became dull.

She stood up and walked out, but was stopped by Lin Feng.

After spending so much time together, even if Bai Jing never told him about her background, Lin Feng could still see clues from her actions.

Signaling her to stay in the house, Lin Feng followed Wang Qian out to the camp fence and looked out.

Outside the trench, there were three people standing: an old man, an old woman, and a man in his thirties.

The man was pulling a raft in his hand, on which sat a thin man, staring at the camp fence in a gloomy mood.

The old man coughed when he saw Lin Feng sticking his head out.

"But Lin Jia is right in front of us?"

Lin Feng had a vague impression of this old man. He should be the oldest person in Lingdouzi Village.

"What are you doing?"

Judging from the situation, Lin Feng did not treat the old man well.

"Lin Jiazheng, this is Lin Zhaomin from our village. I haven't seen his wife, Lin Bai, for many days. I heard that she is in the Fenghuo Camp, so I asked you to bring him here today to look for her."

There was dissatisfaction on the old man's wrinkled face.

"How can there be women staying in the military camp? You should look for them somewhere else."

The decisive refusal left the old man speechless and he stood there in a daze for a moment.

He is the head of Lingdouzi Village and has always been respected by the villagers.

I didn't expect that a young man would be so disrespectful.

"Lin Jiazheng, someone saw my wife in the camp with their own eyes. Can you let me in to recognize her?"

Lin Zhaomin's legs are disabled and he is ill, but his eyes are very fierce.

Seeing that the old man was useless, he said sinisterly.

"If I say no, then it's no. You can't just enter the military camp whenever you want."

"Fengzi, Lin Mao has to call me grandpa when he sees me. Not only did you not use that title, you even dared to refuse me entry. How disgraceful!"

The old man shouted angrily.

"It's wartime now. If anyone dares to open the camp rashly, Yi will be held responsible for any mistakes made in military affairs. Please return."

Seeing that the old man couldn't control Lin Feng, Lin Zhaomin waved his fists angrily.

"Boy, you dare to take over other people's wives and daughters, and bully me because I am disabled. This is unjust!"

Lin Feng sneered: "Lin Zhaomin, you were a bandit in your early years, and you must have killed people. As a fellow villager, I am giving you face."

"Bullshit, your father is also disabled, is he also a bandit?"

Lin Feng's eyes turned cold.

The old man also said angrily at this time.

"Fengzi, you are a Jiazheng and you don't recognize your ancestors? Let me tell you, even if you become a general, you still have to pay homage to your ancestors first."

The old lady also pointed at Lin Feng with her finger.

"Fengzi, you still count on me to find you a wife. The one you originally arranged to marry was considered stupid and wanted to cancel the engagement. It was only through my persuasion that they secured the marriage. Now you don't recognize me anymore?"

Lin Feng was stunned. Damn, is this true?