Frontier Army Warrior

Lin Feng stared at the group of soldiers and identified them carefully.

"Fuck, kick Cui!"

Bai Jing nodded: "I think he looks like him too."

"This guy actually managed to sneak into the border army camp. He really has some abilities."

"Brother, what should I do?"

"What to do? Kill him."

As Lin Feng spoke, he turned around and rushed towards the group of soldiers.

Bai Jing grabbed his arm from behind.

"Calm down, brother, this is the border army camp."

"What happened to the camp? Who dares to shelter a Tartar spy?"

Lin Feng said angrily.

Ignoring Yu Lei's puzzled look, Bai Jing held Lin Feng tightly.

"Brother, they don't even acknowledge your contribution, so who would admit that Cui Yijiao is a Tartar spy?"

"I..."

"Brother, do you have evidence?"

Lin Feng calmed down instantly, patted Bai Jing's hand, and told her not to worry.

"We can't stay here any longer. Let's go back to Lingdouzi immediately."

He turned around and said to Lei, "Go to the temporary camp and bring the others. We will meet outside the camp gate."

After saying that, he took Bai Jing with him and the two of them walked quickly towards the camp gate.

When the two men arrived at the camp gate, they saw many soldiers gathered around a notice, talking in a lively manner.

Before others arrived, Lin Feng stood outside the crowd to see what was written on the notice that could cause such a commotion.

Because he was tall and strong, he could see the contents of the notice clearly by standing on the outside.

Bai Jing couldn't see it, so she just pulled Lin Feng in a hurry.

"Brother, what did you write?"

Lin Feng's face fell, he turned around and dragged Bai Jing to the side of the camp gate.

"The notice says that Su Yun, commander of the Zhenxi Protectorate, led his men in a bloody battle, beheaded eight Tartars, and presented a generous gift to our Zhenxi Border Army."

Next, we will offer generous rewards according to the standards announced by the military.

These rewards made Lin Feng angry, but he didn't want to talk about it.

"Is it all that dude's fault?"

Lin Feng nodded silently.

Bai Jing asked anxiously, "Hu Jincai killed another one?"

"Haven't I killed enough?"

Bai Jing stopped talking, because she knew how many Tartars Lin Feng had killed.

But he didn't get even a fraction of the credit.

"Let's go home. The water here is too deep and too turbid. Without background, we will be swallowed up without leaving a trace."

Lin Feng said dejectedly.

As the two were talking, Yu Lei brought over all the soldiers of the Bingzi Third Cavalry Team.

It is difficult to enter the camp, but it is relatively easy to leave.

Lin Feng handed over his badge, explaining his identity and mission.

The soldiers immediately opened the camp gate, lowered the drawbridge, and let everyone out of the border army camp.

Only after he left the border army camp for several miles did Lin Feng feel that his breathing was much more comfortable.

Looking back at the camp, Lin Feng felt that he could go in and get out safely.

It’s all thanks to me that I suppressed my desire and stopped at the first try.

Otherwise, you may get stuck and never get out.

Now as a centurion, in addition to the original five soldiers, he also has sixteen soldiers brought by Yu Lei.

Together, they are just over 20 years old, which means they are in a serious shortage of staff.

According to Yu Lei, as the centurion of the Bingzi Third Cavalry Regiment, his primary task is cavalry reconnaissance.

Keep track of the Tatars' movements and report the enemy situation on time.

The area they are responsible for is a large area including Huxi Township and Hudong Township.

As he walked, Lin Feng was thinking about how he should gain a foothold in this era.

The idea of ​​achieving merit simply by killing the Tartars is obviously very naive.

Since you have no background, you have to create your own foundation.

After walking for a whole day, Lin Feng figured out a truth.

In this chaotic era, it is not enough to be strong on your own. You must build a strong army and a solid base.

This principle was a theory he learned from a military strategist and revolutionary in his previous life.

The roaming Tatar groups usually consisted of three to five people.

Large groups of Tatar cavalry rarely appeared.

Therefore, Lin Feng did not march at night, but traveled openly in broad daylight.

The five soldiers under his command, including Bai Jing, were all covered in blood.

They had basically fought with the Tartars and fought to the death.

As for Yu Lei's dozen or so soldiers, they need to fight with the Tartars to exercise their courage and strength.

Just when they were halfway through the journey, they ran into a group of five Tatar cavalrymen head-on.

Compared with Lin Feng and others, Yu Lei marched very cautiously.

In a field, they saw several figures in the distance and quickly reminded Lin Feng.

"General Lin, there's something going on up ahead. Should we take cover?"

Lin Feng had a cold face and raised his hand to stop the team from moving forward.

Then he turned around and faced the twenty or so soldiers.

"I reiterate once again, if you follow me, Lin Feng, you must obey my orders. I only say my orders once. Anyone who dares to disobey or miscarry my orders will be punished without military law. My sword is very sharp."

After a pause.

"The Tartars aren't to be feared; what's to be feared is our courage. There might be Tartar cavalry ahead, so let's face them head-on. Remember this: when two enemies meet on a narrow road, the brave prevail. Do you understand?"

Yu Lei turned his head nervously to look at his soldiers, all of whom looked terrified and at a loss.

"Don't let my knife cut our own people."

Lin Feng said with a gloomy face.

Then he waved his hand and said, "The people brought by Yu Lei will be divided into two teams. Hu Jincai and Zhang Changyou, you two will lead one team each."

"Others follow me. Anyone who dares to run, think about your family."

Lin Feng continued to threaten.

He was afraid that these soldiers would run away when they saw the Tartars, and throw all the military laws and sword techniques behind their heads.

A soldier who has never seen blood or killed people cannot be a qualified soldier.

Lin Feng turned around to look at the approaching Tatar cavalry, raised his hand and shouted.

"I will lead one team to meet the enemy head-on, and the other two teams will attack the Tartars' flanks on the left and right. Do you understand?"

Hu Jincai and Zhang Changyou responded loudly: "I heard it clearly!"

After seeing that the formation was completed, Lin Feng shouted again.

"First with the bow and arrow, then the spear, and again with the sword."

All the soldiers obeyed the order, put arrows on their bows, and drew their bows to aim at the charging Tatar cavalry.

The thundering sound of war horses' hooves seemed to be stepping on everyone's heart.

Many soldiers began to tremble and could not hold their bows and arrows.

Seeing this, Lin Feng shouted, "Fighting the Tartars means death, running away also means death. Choose your own way of death."

After shouting, he squeezed his legs against the horse's belly and the warhorse rushed forward.

He was running on his warhorse, with the bowstring fully drawn, aiming at the oncoming Tatar cavalry.

"Shoot me!"

Hearing his shout, everyone shot out the arrows in their hands.

The bowstrings rang, and more than twenty feather arrows flew into the air, forming a rain of arrows in the air.

Regardless of whether the shooting is accurate or not, the sound is still very scary.

The Tatar cavalry running towards them also shouted in confusion.

Large armies always ran away when they saw them. This was the first time they saw soldiers who dared to confront them head-on.

This scene made the Tatars excited. They finally had a decent army with which they could have a good fight.

The war horses ran faster and faster, and the five Tatar cavalrymen swung their weapons.

They were all experienced archers on horseback, and they knew at a glance that the arrows in the sky not only had no power, but also had shockingly poor accuracy.

The Tartar who was rushing in the front opened his mouth wide and laughed.

He deliberately put away the long sword in his hand and looked up at the sky.

Prepare to meet the incoming rain of arrows with your body.

The attitude is extremely arrogant.