Frontier Army Warrior

Cui Yijiao closed his eyes in despair. He could never have imagined that a small ant, whom he had always treated as a slave and posed no threat, would one day raise a knife against him.

This idiot really dares to kill him!

Thinking that he was about to die, a hot stream involuntarily flowed out from his crotch.

Sudden.

In the distance, there was the sound of rapid horse hooves, accompanied by a hoarse shout.

"The Tartars are coming, the Tartars are coming to kill us..."

Lin Feng's sharp iron knife stopped an inch away from Cui Yijiao's neck.

These days, my ears have been filled with the cruelty and ferocity of Master Tie, who leaves no grass behind wherever he goes.

The Tatars are attacking, and I still need the cooperation of these people.

There was a moment of silence.

"Wu Er, go to the beacon tower and light the beacon. Li Xiong and Cui Yijiao will follow me to guard the bridge."

The three of them were stunned for a moment, then their faces lit up with joy, and they quickly climbed up trembling.

Lin Feng collected the knife, grabbed Wu Erpo's hair and threw her aside.

Just this sour smell on your body almost made me vomit, but you still wanted me to accept it. You are so beautiful.

Except for the two women, everyone else quickly rushed out of the house and found their own place.

In the distance, the guerrilla king of the beacon tower in Lingdouzi Village was riding an old horse and running desperately towards the trench in front of the beacon tower.

Lin Feng and Li Xiong worked together to lower the drawbridge over the trench.

Cui kicked open the gate of the village.

Wang Qian ran into the village, tumbled off his horse, and shouted breathlessly.

"Sergeant, I saw three Tartars outside Shaqu Village, coming this way."

Lin Feng waved his hand: "Go and guard your position."

Wang Qian turned his head to look at Cui Yijiao in confusion.

"Just do whatever Sergeant Lin tells you to do. If you dare to say even a word, I'll chop you off."

Cui Yijiao shouted fiercely.

Although his crotch was wet and cold, he still retained his previous ferocity.

Wang Qian was a guerrilla soldier, and his personality was not much different from Lin Feng's before.

But his wife was very capable and would serve Cui Yijiao from time to time, which made Wang Qian feel much better.

There were two women in the thatched hut, one of whom was Wang Qian’s wife.

Although Wang Qian didn't understand what Cui Yijiao said, he had to run to his own position first.

A circle of three or four acres was built around the beacon tower using thick tree trunks, which were sharpened to serve as a defensive camp.

Wu Er climbed up the beacon tower to light the beacon.

The others lay on the courtyard wall and observed the movements outside.

Soon, the sound of horse hooves was heard, and three knights appeared in the distance.

In front of him was a short and strong man wearing a sheepskin coat and trousers, black iron armor on the outside, and a sheepskin hat on his head.

Following behind on both sides were two Iron Masters dressed in the same manner, but without armor.

Lin Feng learned from his memory that the Tiezhen Cavalry were divided into five levels.

From low to high, white body, iron armor, bronze armor, silver armor, and gold armor.

There was an announcement in the Zhenxi Army that anyone who killed a commoner Tartar would be rewarded with two acres of fertile land, ten taels of silver, one hundred kilograms of polished rice, and be promoted one level.

Killing an armored soldier will reward you with ten mu of fertile land, one hundred taels of silver, five hundred catties of polished rice, and promotion to the third rank...

As soon as Lin Feng thought of this, he felt the wooden fence under his hand shaking.

He stared at the three riders in the distance in surprise.

Not really. How could the vibration be so big from such a distance?

Turning his head to look at the other two, he suddenly discovered that Cui Yijiao and Li Xiong were also lying on the fence like him, staring at the three ferocious Tie Zhenren, their bodies shaking constantly.

Lin Feng thought about it for a moment before he understood.

The Tiezhen cavalry were fast and often rode in groups of three or five, roaming around to plunder and kill people.

Their individual soldiers had extremely high quality, and when they encountered the Zhenxi Army of the Dazong Dynasty, they could often disperse a team of a hundred men with only three or five cavalrymen.

What is frightening is that they do not treat the majority of people as human beings at all, and kill people like slaughtering chickens.

The means are extremely brutal.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

Three cavalrymen, powerful enough to slaughter a hundred-man squadron of the Zhenxi Army.

There are only five guards here.

Cui Yijiao and others were frightened by the Tartars.

Lin Feng had to look around carefully, searching carefully for any unusual movements in the distance.

After confirming that there were only three Tartars in front of him, he let out a low growl.

"Bow and arrow ready."

After shouting, he reached out to take the bow and arrow on his back. When he took them in his hands and looked at them, he was stunned.

This is a short bamboo bow, roughly bent into an arc, and the bowstring is made of mulberry bark, which is considered the lowest grade material for bows and arrows.

Look at the seven or eight bamboo arrows, they are of different lengths, and only two of them have triangular iron tips.

The other arrows were sharpened at one end with a knife.

If you can't hit the enemy's vital points within thirty steps, this thing is completely useless.

He looked up again and estimated the distance between the Tiezhen cavalry and found that they were at least fifty steps away.

"Ah, I wish I had my carbon steel compound bow. Even if I could reach several times farther, I could still make these arrogant guys die without a burial place."

There is no point in thinking too much, Lin Feng can only face reality.

Turning around, he saw Cui Yijiao and Li Xiong, both of whom dropped their bows and arrows to the ground tremblingly.

Lin Feng's eyes lit up. These two guys' bows and arrows were much better than his own.

At least the arrows are neatly clustered, the shafts are straight, and the bow should be made of wood.

He raised his hand and kicked Cui.

"Give me the bow and arrow."

Cui Yijiao quickly jumped off the partition, picked up his bow and arrow and handed it to Lin Feng respectfully.

Then he moved a little closer to Lin Feng and whispered something to him.

"Sergeant, the Tartars are all invulnerable to weapons. Let's scatter and run. As many as we can escape will be the best."

"Who the hell told you that?"

Lin Feng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"To be honest, Sergeant, we've already agreed on this."

Lin Feng's face turned cold.

"Do you want me to hold the line in front while you two run away separately?"

Cui Yijiao was embarrassed and didn't say anything.

"Listen up to me, everyone! If anyone dares to run, I'll chop him up and feed him to the dogs without any effort!"

Lin Feng shouted loudly to the guards.

He was helpless. No wonder these guys were afraid of the Tartars. They even believed that they were invulnerable to swords and guns. How could they fight this war?

Cui Yijiao and Li Xiong were seen squatting behind a thick tree fence, shivering with their heads hunched down.

Lin Feng shook his head. How could a soul from the 21st century believe such nonsense?

But for these guards, this impression is difficult to erase just by words.

He pulled the bow twice and felt that it was much better than the bamboo bow. He estimated that there would be no problem within fifty steps.

In his previous life, he was also obsessed with archery and won gold medals many times in several major international competitions.

Just three Tartars, wait and see how I shoot them.

Lin Feng is full of confidence in this.

At this time, the Tiezhen cavalry began to circle around the village, and their horses raised a cloud of dust.

He also shouted loudly to intimidate the people in the village.

Wang Qian hid behind another tree fence and shouted loudly.

"Sergeant, the Tartars are very good at shooting arrows, don't show your head or face."

Lin Feng ignored him, bent his bow and drew his arrow, squinting his eyes and looking out through the gaps in the thick wood, looking for an opportunity.

He stared at the three Tartars galloping on their horses, as if he was seeing piles of gold, silver and snow-white rice.

If I kill one of them, I'll be rich.