Frontier Army Warrior

Three Tatars rode on their war horses and roared across the trench in front of the camp.

Although this distance was within his shooting range, Lin Feng still felt that they were too fast and he was not sure if he could hit the vital point with one arrow.

We have to wait for a better time.

After circling the camp three times, the Tartars saw that no one showed up in the camp, so they stopped and gathered together to discuss in a chattering manner.

After a moment, a Tartar white-haired man took a rope from his horse, tied one end to the saddle, and threw the other end to another white-haired man.

The Tartar Baishen caught the rope and began to crawl down into the trench.

Soon, the warhorse pulled the Tartar down to the bottom of the ditch and released the rope.

Obviously, these Tatars were very experienced in how to cross the trenches.

A short knife was tied to the end of the rope, which was thrown up from the bottom of the ditch and wrapped twice around the protruding wooden shaft next to the suspension bridge.

The Tartar at the bottom of the ditch pulled the rope and felt that it was fixed, then he slowly pulled the rope and climbed up.

Seeing a Tartar crossing the trench and coming to the ground, Cui Yijiao and Li Xiong were suddenly at a loss and turned to look at Lin Feng.

As long as the Tartar cut the rope of the suspension bridge with a knife and the suspension bridge fell, the three Tartars would be able to rush to the front of the camp.

The camp fences tied together with these logs could be easily cut open by them.

Then there was a ruthless massacre, and no one in the camp would survive.

Cui Yijiao approached Lin Feng cautiously.

"Sergeant, we should retreat. The Tartars have fast horses. Otherwise, we will be too late."

Lin Feng glared at him: "What did I say just now? If you dare to mention running away again, my knife will not recognize you!"

Cui Yijiao had no choice but to retreat embarrassedly and squatted under the camp fence to whisper with Li Xiong.

Lin Feng stared closely at the Tatars crossing the trench.

I saw him draw the machete from his waist, walk to the side of the suspension bridge, and swing the knife at the rope at one end of the suspension bridge.

Although the rope holding the suspension bridge was very thick, it could not withstand a few of his cuts.

Lin Feng found a place with a larger gap, squinted his eyes, pulled the bow, and aimed at the Tartar holding a knife.

With two cuts, the thick rope was almost cut off, leaving only one third connected to the bridge.

Just as the Tartar raised his knife to chop at the rope again, suddenly, a sound of a bowstring being tightened was heard.

The Tartars were very familiar with this sound and knew it was not good. He was just about to shrink his body.

He felt a shock in his neck and a sharp arrow pierced into his neck.

The Tartar twisted his body in a daze, looking at the camp in front of him.

He never imagined that a large group of people would dare to shoot arrows at him.

Walking all the way from the Tiezhen tribe grassland, no matter whether I encountered a city or a village, let alone such a small beacon tower.

Seeing their cavalry, the large number of soldiers fled in all directions like a gust of wind.

There were also people like this hiding inside the camp fence, just cowering and trembling, waiting for me to chop open the camp fence so that I could go in and chop off their heads.

He also heard his comrades across the trench exclaiming.

And then... nothing happened.

The Tartar fell face down on the edge of the suspension bridge.

Lin Feng clenched his fist excitedly and waved it hard.

Damn, I told you it wasn’t that difficult.

Invulnerable?

I thought it was cultivating immortality.

Cui Yijiao saw that the Tartars were about to cut the ropes of the suspension bridge, and the next moment they would rush in and chop off his head.

Even though my legs were shaking violently, I couldn't just sit there and wait for death.

He winked at Li Xiong and whispered.

"Let's go. If we don't leave now, no one will be able to leave later. Let's just let this idiot hold us off for a while."

Li Xiong nodded, took a look through the gap in the camp fence, and was about to turn around and run back.

Suddenly, he froze.

Cui tugged at his collar with his foot, stood up and ran back.

But after running two steps, he saw Li Xiong still standing there motionless, as if he was scared silly.

"Li Xiong, you're going to die!"

But Li Xiong still didn't move.

At this moment, Cui Yijiao heard Wu Er shouting loudly on the beacon tower.

"Sergeant, you're mighty! The damn Tartar was shot dead!"

Cui Yijiao turned his head to look at Lin Feng in confusion and saw that he was lying on the camp fence looking out.

Once again, I heard the Tartars outside the camp chattering loudly.

Hesitantly, Cui stepped back to the camp fence and looked out.

A Tartar with an arrow in his neck fell face down beside the suspension bridge.

Obviously, it was the arrow that Lin Feng shot just now that hit the opponent's neck.

really dead?

Cui Yijiao was stunned. Wasn’t it said to be invulnerable to swords and guns?

Isn't this person a Tartar?

His head was full of confusion, which made him fall into temporary bewilderment.

The two Tartars standing outside the trench were so anxious that they jumped up and down.

He bent his bow and shot two arrows at the camp fence.

The arrows pierced the logs but could not hurt the soldiers.

This was the first time they encountered effective resistance after entering the Dazong border, and they lost their lives.

He wanted to shoot again with his bow and arrow, but no one showed up.

The armored Tartar ignored Baishen's dissuasion and jumped directly into the trench, climbing up the edge of the trench by pulling the rope.

He looked vigilantly in the direction of the camp fence, holding a long knife, approached the suspension bridge rope, and swung it with one hand.

The rope that was already connected suddenly broke.

At the same time, the bowstring sounded and an arrow flew over again.

Tiejia was experienced. When he heard the sound of the bowstring, he simply held the long sword across his neck.

With a clang, the arrow hit the blade, sparks flew, and it was bounced away.

Lin Feng sighed: "Amazing."

He waved his hand and shouted, "Are they all dead? Shoot him for me!"

He had seen too many movies and TV shows about the behavior of the military and knew that speaking politely to them would not be very effective.

Unfortunately, those soldiers, including the veteran Cui Yijiao, were so numb in their hands and feet that they were unable to shoot the arrows.

Lin Feng didn't care about anything else. He drew his bow and arrow, aimed at the armored Tartar, and shot again.

The Tartar was very proud of blocking the arrow. He strode to the other side of the suspension bridge and slashed the rope with his knife.

This armored Tartar was stronger than Baishen. With just one strike of his sword, the thick rope was cut into two pieces.

The suspension bridge fell down with a clang.

The armored Tartar turned around with a ferocious look on his face. He heard the bowstring sound again, but still turned around with disdain and put the long sword in front of his neck.

He was wearing iron armor and was not afraid of arrows at all.

The bones on the head and face are hard, so even if they are shot, they will not cause any serious harm to the person.

Unexpectedly, Lin Feng's arrow was aimed at his eyes. His entire body, except for his neck, was covered with his eyes.

Because the eye target is too small, most archers will not shoot it.

But Lin Feng is not an ordinary archer. For a relatively stable target, the eyes are no longer a difficult target to hit at such a distance.

This time, the armored Tartar did not hear the sound of the arrow hitting the blade.

What followed was a sharp pain in my right eye.

At a distance of less than forty steps, the willow bow was still quite powerful, and the arrow penetrated deep into the Tartar's eyes and went straight through his brain.

When the suspension bridge was lowered, the white-clad Tartar had already mounted his horse. When he was about to rush across the suspension bridge, he suddenly found that the armored Tartar had been shot by an arrow and fell to the ground.

After going two of the three times, he turned his horse around without thinking and galloped back along the road.

Lin Feng also felt strange. They said that the Tartars were fierce, so how could they be scared away?

Now that you're here, don't even think about going back.

Of course Lin Feng would not let this Tartar escape. He stood up and drew his bow.

This distance requires shooting at an elevated angle.

Squint your eyes to find the right angle, then pull back hard.