Frontier Army Warrior

There was no more fear in the eyes of the people in front of me, only excitement.

"Okay, boss, just tell me what to do."

"Time is running out, so we'll just dig a few pits at the entrance to the village, cover them up, and then set up tripwires in the narrower alleys..."

Lin Feng moved closer to a few people and whispered instructions.

Chu Jiao also came closer to them.

"Brother Lin, can you please count me in?"

Lin Feng nodded: "Let your people find somewhere to hide."

For some reason, Chu Jiao always had an inexplicable expectation for Lin Feng. From the beginning of their meeting, Lin Feng's calmness and composure made her have vague ideas from the bottom of her heart.

What happened last night made her think of Lin Feng for a moment.

From the warning of the first arrow to the three Tartars being shot to death.

After dawn, Chu Jiao carefully observed Lin Feng, and found nothing special about him except that he was wearing shabby clothes.

Lin Feng's warhorse, bow and sword are all extraordinary.

Although Chu Jiao tried to test Lin Feng many times, she did not get a clear answer.

But she always believed in her heart that it was Lin Feng who saved them from danger last night.

Because Su Yun had solemnly warned his subordinates not to discuss what happened last night and not to reveal anything to anyone.

Therefore, everyone buries fear and doubt in their hearts.

Chu Jiao retreated and called on several of his brothers to find cover and hide themselves.

Lin Feng used a machete to quickly dig a hole more than one and a half meters deep on the road leading to the village.

Time is running out and we can't dig too deep.

Cover it with a few branches and straw mats, and then cover it with sand.

Make a ground similar to the surrounding area.

Before I could set up any other mechanisms, I heard the sound of horse hooves roaring in the distance.

Lin Feng retreated and squatted behind a broken wall about thirty steps away from the pit.

With his long sword aside and his bow drawn and arrow drawn, he silently waited for the Tartar cavalry to enter the village.

After Chu Jiao arranged her people, she found Lin Feng, held up the ring-handled broadsword, and squatted beside Lin Feng.

Seeing that the Tartars had not yet reached the village, Chu Jiao moved closer to Lin Feng.

"Brother Lin, you saved our lives last night?"

Lin Feng didn't look at her, but only focused on the movements at the village entrance.

"What happened last night?"

Chu Jiao turned her head to look at Lin Feng's profile.

"There's no one else here, so it's you who should have done it. Although I, Chu Jiao, am a woman, I'm also a hero who knows how to repay kindness. Brother Lin, there's no need to worry about anything else."

"I don't know what you're talking about, but the Tartars are coming."

"What is Brother Lin avoiding?"

Lin Feng ignored her, aimed his bow and arrow at the village entrance, and slowly pulled the trigger.

In front of the village, five Tiezhen knights had already rushed to the entrance of the village.

Following their usual attack method, the five riders separated and each looked for a way into the village.

In the middle was a Tartar wearing iron armor, holding a sharp spear a meter long in his hand, and riding his horse towards the village.

His horse's speed was neither fast nor slow, and the warhorse moved forward in small strides.

When it arrived at the alley in front of the village, the warhorse's front hooves stepped into a pit.

The half-meter depth caused the warhorse to kneel down on its front legs.

The Tartar on his horse was thrown off.

The Tartar used the spear in his hand to support himself on the ground, put his feet on the ground and stood firmly.

He curled his lips in disdain.

At this moment, Lin Feng released the bowstring, and the arrow flew out as the bowstring bounced.

The Tartar still had a disdainful smile on his face, but the feather arrow had already pierced his throat.

Chu Jiao saw clearly that the Tartar still had that strange smile on his face, but he had fallen on his back.

She let out a long breath.

Last night I fought with a Tartar for more than ten times and used all my strength, but was still almost killed by the Tartar.

But the scene before her made her doubt her life.

A young soldier so easily killed a ferocious Tartar with a single arrow in front of his eyes.

Chu Jiao pinched the flesh on her thigh hard, it hurt.

She wanted to ask Lin Feng.

But when he turned around, he found that Lin Feng had quickly turned around and ran away without even looking at the fallen Tartar.

Suppressing the annoyance in her heart, Chu Jiao followed Lin Feng and ran forward.

She didn't know what Lin Feng was going to do or what he was trying to avoid.

In short, it’s right to follow him.

Lin Feng ran to another alley leading to the village and encountered a trap set up by Zhang Changyou.

Zhang Changyou used the elasticity of a tree at the entrance of the village and pressed it on the ground to form a rope loop.

When the Tatar war horses walked through the noose, they would be pulled over by the bouncing tree trunks.

Of course, this was also what Lin Feng taught him.

However, his noose was not made properly, so the noose bounced off only after the Tartar's horse ran past.

The white-clad Tartar was riding a horse, chasing Zhang Changyou everywhere.

Lin Feng turned around and shouted to Chu Jiao who was following him.

"Go and kill him."

Chu Jiao didn't think twice and rushed forward with the ring-handled broadsword.

Lin Feng did not stop and continued to rush towards the next path leading into the village.

On a small road behind the village, Wang Qian and Bai Jing were beating and smashing a Tartar who was lying on the ground.

The Tartar was a commoner and was tripped off his horse by the lasso set by Bai Jing and Wang Qian.

He had already fallen hard, and then he was beaten hard by the two of them.

Although he kept rolling on the ground to resist, he had no time to get up.

Bai Jing and Wang Qian were already breathing heavily and soon became exhausted.

The Tartar found an opportunity and jumped up from the ground. The chance to fight for his life made him forget his injuries. He grabbed the scimitar thrown aside and pounced on Bai Jing.

Bai Jing used a knife to block, but was knocked away by the Tartar's scimitar.

Just as the next knife was about to hit his body, an arrow flew in from a distance and hit his throat.

Lin Feng ignored Bai Jing's grateful look after she had escaped death.

Turn around and run to the next point.

There were five Tartars in total, three of them were dealt with, and there were still two left.

Even if there is only one Tartar left, he will cause great losses to them.

When Lin Feng arrived at the east end of the village, this should be Li Xiong's ambush point.

But Tatar and Li Xiong were nowhere to be seen.

There was no choice, Lin Feng ran to the next point again.

After running two steps, I saw Hu Jincai rushing towards me.

This boy was very fast, and the Tartars who were chasing him on horseback had to stumble among the broken walls and piles of earth, and could not catch up with him for a while.

Lin Feng stopped, drew his bow and shot an arrow.

Chasing behind Hu Jincai was an armored Tartar who lay on his horse's back facing the oncoming arrows.

His reaction was quick, but Lin Feng's arrow was even faster.

Although it didn't hit his throat, it still pierced his right shoulder socket when the Tartar leaned back.

The Tartar groaned, still fiercely raised his spear, and urged his horse to charge towards Lin Feng.

The distance was too close and it was too late to draw the bow.

Lin Feng threw away his bow, drew out his long sword, and rolled to the ground.

Just in time to dodge the Tartar's fierce spear.

The long sword swept across the horse's legs as he rolled.

The warhorse neighed loudly, broke its front legs, and threw the Tartar off its back.

Hu Jincai immediately turned over and rushed back, raising his knife and hacking at the Tartar who was lying on the ground and unable to move.

When Lin Feng stood up, he heard Hu Jincai shouting excitedly.

"Boss, I killed an armored Tartar, an armored Tartar, boss!"

Lin Feng smiled, brushed off the dust on his body, and looked around.

There is still one Tartar who has not been found, which is a big hidden danger.

If a Tartar were allowed into the village, no one would be able to resist or escape.

"Old Hu, go find the Tartars."

Hu Jincai raised his knife, chopped off the armored Tartar's head, and then pointed.

"Boss, I killed him."

"Get out of here! If I can't find any remaining Tartars, I'll show you how I'll deal with you!"

Hu Jincai responded loudly.

"Yes, Boss, I promise to find it."

His legs kicked quickly and he ran away in an instant.