Frontier Army Warrior

Bai Jing was stunned by Lin Feng's question.

He frowned and recalled carefully.

"I was dreaming and I thought I heard my brother go out."

"How many times did you hear him go in and out?"

"Oh, like... once, no, twice?"

Lin Feng turned his head to look at the bow and arrow hanging on the wall. He still followed his usual habit, with the bow on top and the bowstring on the bottom.

There was no silent bow in the camp, except mine.

Could it be that the assassin first went into the house to get his bow, then returned it and hung it up after shooting?

The bet is that you are on a high platform and don’t have the ability to jump down.

The assassin had enough time to erase all traces.

Suddenly, he shook his head to deny the idea.

The five young men had only been there for one day, so how could they know that their bows and arrows would not make any sound?

Or is there a traitor in his own camp?

Lin Feng was still trying to figure it out when Bai Jing pulled him into bed.

"Go to sleep, brother. We'll think about it tomorrow. If it doesn't work, just kill them all."

Lin Feng was speechless. He crawled into bed, hugged Bai Jing, and forced himself not to think about anything else.

The next morning, Lin Feng asked everyone to place their bows and arrows in the camp.

Cui Yijiao and Zhang Changyou drew their bows one by one in front of him.

There were twenty-five bows in total, and all of them made a lot of noise.

It's impossible not to hear it in the quiet night.

The camp was small, and the furniture in the house was so sparse that it couldn't hide a silent bow.

Lin Feng couldn't find any problems, so he just waved his hand and let them perform their usual tasks.

At the hour of You, Mrs. Wu Er, who had gone home to deliver food, hurried back to the camp and told Lin Feng anxiously.

His sister Lin Shou is missing.

Lin Feng was very calm. Looking at Wu Erpo's anxious face, it didn't seem like she was pretending.

"When did this happen?"

"Uncle Lin said that Lin Shou left just after noon and would usually be home before dark."

Lin Feng looked at the sky, it was already completely dark.

According to the distance from the village to the beacon tower, it only takes half an hour to walk.

If you ride a horse, you can get there in just a quarter of an hour.

But who would touch his sister?

Lin Feng no longer hesitated and asked Bai Jing to prepare a bow, horse and long sword for him.

He knew that this section of the journey would not be peaceful, so he refused Bai Jing and others to follow him and rode out of the camp alone.

You have to leave your opponent a chance. Too many people will scare them away.

It was too dark, and although his warhorse was strong and handsome, it could not run too fast.

Lin Feng let his horse trot, vigilantly watching for any abnormalities around him.

There are no hills or gullies between the beacon tower and Lingdouzi Village, and the road is flat.

Of course, there are still bumps and bruises everywhere.

The war horses would occasionally trip over small potholes.

This is also the reason why the Tatars are unwilling to come out at night.

Lin Feng arrived at the front of the village safely. At this time, the village was dark and there was no light at all.

When he was approaching a broken wall in front of the village.

Suddenly, the sound of a bowstring snapping came into my ears.

Lin Feng sneered. He had expected there to be a trick and the killer could no longer hold on.

The long sword was instantly unsheathed, drawing a cold light in the air and knocking away the feather arrow that was shot in front of it.

Immediately following the first sound of the bowstring being pulled, several more sounds of bowstring being pulled were heard one after another.

"so many people?"

Although Lin Feng was shocked, he was not panicked. He waved his long sword, blocked left and right, and knocked several feather arrows away.

After resisting two rounds of continuous shooting, Lin Feng vaguely saw several dark shadows swaying behind the broken wall and the thatched roof.

He put away his long sword and took out the bow and arrow.

He bent the bow and held three feather arrows in his right hand at the same time.

Lin Feng was very calm at such a close distance. As long as he shot his arrow, the killer would not be able to escape.

With the power of his bow and the speed of his arrow, the killer had no way to hide.

Use your arms to pull the bow to its full extent.

Just as he was about to let go, suddenly, with a snap, the bowstring in his hand broke into two pieces.

"Fuck, is this even possible?"

Before he could close his surprised mouth, the opponent's feather arrow shot towards him again.

Lin Feng had no choice but to use the bow in his hand to deflect the arrows while riding his horse backwards.

He found an opening, threw away his bow, and jumped off his horse.

Holding a long knife, he walked quickly towards the broken wall.

There was an open space in front of the village with no shelter. The enemy's arrows kept shooting towards Lin Feng.

Lin Feng abandoned his horse and walked forward. His steps were nimble and he was almost immune to the arrows.

When he approached the broken wall, the bow and arrow became useless.

Then there was a whistle, followed by a series of clangs, and the enemy drew their weapons and rushed out from the broken walls and thatched roofs.

When Lin Feng encountered the first masked man in black, he raised his knife and slashed at his face.

In the darkness, it was almost impossible to tell east from west.

Relying solely on his hearing, Lin Feng slightly turned his body to avoid the opponent's attack and slashed out horizontally with the long sword in his hand.

"what!"

With a scream, the black shadow flew out.

Immediately afterwards, the second black shadow arrived. Lin Feng raised his knife to block the opponent's knife and kicked out with his right foot.

He kicked the black shadow a dozen feet away.

He fell to the ground with a dull thud into a pile of weeds and dirt.

Lin Feng fought easily, these killers were more than one level lower than the Tatars.

When he knocked the third shadow to the ground, the other one turned and ran.

Lin Feng was standing by the broken wall, with the killer's discarded bow and arrow at his feet.

He hooked the bow with his foot and stuck the long sword into the ground beside him.

He picked up the quiver with his foot again, pulled out a feathered arrow and put it on the bow.

He drew the bow and released the arrow almost in one go, as if shooting randomly.

The feather arrow pierced into the darkness, and instantly a scream and the sound of a human body hitting the ground were heard in the distance.

"Hehe, you underestimated my strength, and this is what happens."

Lin Feng held back because he needed the victim alive.

With the bow and arrow in hand, Lin Feng was no longer anxious. He found his warhorse and took out a tinderbox.

He came to the first man in black, lit a fire, and pulled the black scarf off his face.

"Du Zhun, I just feel that your knife is faster than others."

As expected, the second and third were both new recruits.

Fan Mingsheng and Lu Haiwen.

Lin Feng didn't even look at the guy who was running away, no matter whether he was Peng Liang or Lu Ping, because he didn't hold back and shot at the back of the other's head.

Lu Haiwen was hit on the shoulder by Lin Feng's long knife, and half of his arm was cut off. It was obvious that he would not live long.

Fan Mingsheng was kicked in the stomach by Lin Feng, and his intestines were probably broken into several pieces.

Only Du Zhun was left. Lin Feng's long sword slashed across his leg. Without amputation surgery, it would be difficult for him to survive.

Lin Feng chose Du Zhun because he was a skilled martial artist and should be the backbone of the team.

Help him lean against the broken wall.

"If you tell me who is the leader, you can live."

Du Zhun felt the wound on his thigh, which was bleeding profusely, but his pale face was full of determination, and he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

As a killer, if things fail, you naturally know what to do.

"It's Lin Tong, right?"

Lin Feng stared at him and spoke tentatively.

"Oh, it's Kimoto."

Du Zhun's eyes remained calm.

Lin Feng fell silent.

The operation to assassinate Lin Feng was designed perfectly, but his night combat ability was still underestimated.

Logically, there is a traitor in the Fenghuo Camp, and he should know the inside story.

Even though he had broken Lin Feng's bowstring in advance, didn't he know that he had the ability to fight against the Bronze-Armored Tartars?

This person must also have close ties with Lin Tong and Mu Honda, or have a vested interest in them.

It should not be difficult to guess who fully meets these conditions.