Frontier Army Warrior

Chu Jiao's face flushed red, veins popped out, and she was about to hit her neck against the dagger in the Tartar's hand.

Lin Feng lay on the ridge of a thatched roof, quietly watching everything in the yard.

These young masters, who acted as if they were the best in the world, finally got a lesson here.

Originally he didn't want to help.

But the scene before him made him feel pity.

Chu Jiao's bucket of water saved his life.

Lin Feng silently raised the bow and arrow, and slowly moved the arrowhead down, aiming at the throat of the Iron Hammer Tartar.

The bow was pulled into a full moon, and after a slight pause, the bow and arrow moved up half an inch.

As his right hand loosened, the bowstring emitted a faint vibrato.

After the Iron Hammer Tartar was strangled by Chu Jiao's neck, his face tilted upwards and his body was trying to squeeze forward.

He had fallen into a state of concentration, with only the woman under him left in his eyes and heart.

But the Tartar holding the bow and arrow watched the show with his eyes, but he was still very vigilant in his heart.

Although there were no signs, he frowned, feeling that something seemed unusual.

In just a moment, the Iron Hammer Tartar who was lying on Chu Jiao suddenly shook and felt a sharp pain in his left eye.

The body that had tensed its muscles just now relaxed the next moment.

Then he rolled off Chu Jiao and fell to the ground.

Chu Jiao was determined to die, and she used all her strength to meet the Tartar's short knife.

But suddenly the Tartar was knocked to the ground.

She looked over in surprise and found that the Tartar had a feather arrow stuck in his left eye and his body was motionless.

The Tatar holding the bow shouted loudly.

The Tartar who was lying on the maid jumped up immediately, not even bothering to put on his pants, and reached out to grab the iron rod on the ground.

The Tatar holding the bow pulled the horse's reins, turned the horse's head and galloped out.

The Iron Stick Tartar, with his lower body naked, ran and jumped to find his warhorse.

Just as he turned over and climbed onto the horse's back, a feathered arrow silently pierced the side of his neck.

He climbed up from this side and then rolled down the other side of the horse.

The bow-wielding Tartars blew their whistles shrilly and galloped wildly through the village, trying to use their speed to escape the enemy's shooting.

On the other side of the village, the Tartars' whistles echoed back.

There are war horses running towards this side.

Lin Feng was not panicked at all, in the dark night, in the village.

He is the king in this environment, and even if the Bronze-armored Tartars come, they will have to leave their heads behind.

Come down from the roof and climb up another broken wall.

Here is a slightly wider street connecting to the village.

I heard three Tartars gathered together, and after a discussion, they began to disperse and rush over here.

The Tartars are fierce and generally will not retreat until they have suffered half their casualties.

Lin Feng sat on the top of the wall. In front of him was a thatched house with a lot of thatch blocking his view.

I heard the sound of war horses galloping down the street.

Close your eyes, draw the bow and arrow, and slowly pull it apart.

The three riders separated, one in front and two behind, and moved forward slowly in a triangle.

They kept an eye on the movements around them, drawing their arrows and sheathing their swords.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, and after a while, he loosened his right hand.

The arrow flew out of the bow and sank into the thatch in front of him.

The Tartar, who had drawn his bow and arrow, widened his eyes again in vigilance.

But it was dark and I couldn’t see anything.

A feathered arrow emerged from the thatch and penetrated directly into the temple of the Tartar walking in front.

The Tartar fell off his horse without a sound.

The other two Tartars were horrified. They saw nothing and heard nothing. How could they be shot down?

The two men looked at each other in the dark, then hit the horse's buttocks hard.

The warhorse felt pain and rushed forward madly.

With the sound of hurried horse hooves, the two riders instantly left the village entrance, running to an unknown place.

Lin Feng had experienced this situation more than once. If the Tartars wanted to run away, it would be impossible to chase them.

He quickly climbed down the broken wall and returned to the dilapidated yard where he was.

After gathering up his bows and arrows, he rekindled the fire and placed a few pieces of dried meat on top.

He covered his neck and half of his head with his collar and snuggled in the corner.

Soon, he fell asleep.

"Hey, get up, get up."

With a burst of shouting, Lin Feng was awakened and opened his squinting eyes.

I saw four or five men in black standing in the yard.

Chu Jiao was bending over and pushing her shoulders with her hands.

"Ouch, it's broken, it's messed up..."

Lin Feng quickly reached into the fire and dug out the roasted meat.

Although the fire had long since gone out, his dried meat had been burned to black ash.

"Ah, the good meat was roasted into ashes..."

Lin Feng looked at the black ash on his hand with regret and kept muttering.

Chu Jiao had a puzzled look on her face and watched Lin Feng's performance coldly.

However, Lin Feng's acting was so realistic that she couldn't see any flaws.

"Hey, bro, you slept like this all night?"

"Oh, thank you for the water. I came back and fed the horses and then went to sleep."

"Didn't you hear anything?"

"What's the noise?"

Lin Feng looked at Chu Jiao in confusion.

Her neck was wrapped in white cloth with a bright red bloodstain.

Chu Jiao still bent over, moved close to Lin Feng's face, and looked into his eyes.

Lin Feng stepped back and lowered his eyes.

The two majestic white rabbits from last night seemed to appear before my eyes again.

"What's that look in your face?"

Lin Feng quickly shook his head: "No, nothing, it's just a pity to waste my dried meat."

The man in black standing in the yard was already impatient.

"Boss, let's go. It's too dangerous here."

In last night's battle, the Eight Vajra suffered heavy losses, some were injured, some died, and the only ones who could walk were the four men in front of him.

Chu Jiao still didn't give up.

"Brother, please come with us. This place is still far from the camp, and the road is not safe."

"I have to wait for someone, I can't leave."

"I'm telling you, the Tartars came last night and killed three of them. They'll come back for revenge."

Lin Feng blinked.

"The Tartars have been here? How come I didn't know?"

Chu Jiao was about to say something else when Master Su came over.

"Boss Chu, hurry up and leave. It will be bad if the Tartars come again."

Chu Jiao ignored him and continued to ask Lin Feng patiently.

"Brother, you are from the border army camp. Do you know how often the Tartars appear in this area?"

Lin Feng nodded.

"From here to the east and south, there's a large area where the Tartars often roam. You have a large number of people and a large target, so it's best to travel at night and stay overnight."

Mr. Su was already very impatient. He walked forward a few steps, but stopped immediately when he heard Lin Feng say this.

"What? There are a lot of Tartars here?"

"Yeah, quite a lot."

Master Su was suddenly at a loss and looked at Chu Jiao.

Instead, Chu Jiao sat cross-legged on the ground next to Lin Feng.

"Brother, seeing you're riding alone here, how about showing me a safe route?"

As Chu Jiao spoke, she waved to a man in black.

"Bring me some meat, oh, and some wine."

The man quickly took out a piece of meat from the horse outside the yard and brought over a kettle.

Chu Jiao took it in her hand and placed it in front of Lin Feng.

"It's no secret that these are all top-notch goods. How do you like them?"

Lin Feng took the kettle, unscrewed the lid and smelled it.

Sure enough, a strong aroma of alcohol rushed straight to my head.

"Good wine, good wine."

"As long as you show me the way, I can give you something better."

Lin Feng put on a smile and faced Chu Jiao.

"No problem, but this road is here."