Frontier Army Warrior

Lin Feng held his breath and pulled the bowstring back with confidence, but the willow bow could not withstand his strength and broke into several pieces with a snap.

"My day!"

Lin Feng was so excited that he forgot that the bow in his hand was no longer his previous carbon steel composite bow.

The others were stunned by his archery skills and held their breath, anticipating the power of his arrow.

With the sound of a snap, everyone's heart was broken.

"Oh, this damn weapon."

"What a lousy bow!"

Several people shouted and cursed.

Looking outside the camp with regret.

I saw the Tartar's white body raising a cloud of dust and running farther and farther away.

The Tartar was an excellent rider, and even with a horse, Lin Feng knew he could not catch up with him.

He threw away the broken bow in his hand, shook his head and sighed.

When he turned around, he found Cui Yijiao and Li Xiong looking up at him blankly.

When he turned around again, Wang Qian was also looking at him like a fool.

Looking up, he saw Wu Er, who was still on the beacon tower, lying on the edge of the tower, looking down at him.

Lin Feng waved his hand: "What the hell are you all standing there for? Clean up the battlefield."

Several people paused, then answered in unison.

"You have your order, Lord Wu!"

After shouting, he opened the village gate and rushed out.

Lin Feng was secretly calculating in his mind.

One Tartar was in iron armor, the other was in white.

Am I rich now?

According to the announcement issued by the Zhenxi Frontier Army Headquarters, the head of a Tartar armored man could be exchanged for 100 taels of silver and 500 kilograms of polished rice...

I shot and killed these two Tartars in succession, so I should be promoted four levels.

According to the Zhenxi Army's organization, it starts with the sergeant, then the squad leader, and after three levels, the first-class lieutenant.

A general is in charge of thirty people, including three squad leaders and six platoon leaders.

Jia Zheng is not considered an official yet. He has to be a team leader, that is, a centurion, to have the corresponding official rank.

Should I be promoted to team commander? Then I can be considered an official, right?

While Lin Feng was daydreaming, Cui Yijiao and others had already dragged the two Tartar war horses and the Tartar corpse into the camp.

Sheepskin clothes are good things. They can be used to make mattresses in the cold winter. Besides, the Tartars' horses are loaded with sheepskin bedding.

The Tatars' long swords were better than his own, not to mention their bows and arrows.

They are all mulberry wood bows, and the arrows have sharp iron arrowheads in the shape of three edges.

Such arrows have a fast flying speed, a long shooting distance, and armor-piercing capabilities.

In short, the Tartar's outfit is good stuff compared to the few guards who are so poor.

The four guards led by Cui Yijiao are now completely convinced by Lin Feng.

Everything depends on his expression, and one must be careful in what they say and do in front of Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was not stingy and distributed the spoils, making all the soldiers happy.

Especially the two women standing aside, looking at the things piled on the ground, their eyes seemed as if they wanted to reach out their little hands.

Mrs. Wu Er originally wanted to come over and massage Lin Feng's shoulders, but Lin Feng glared at her, so she shrank her neck and retreated to the side.

"Cui Yik."

Lin Feng waved for him to come over.

Cui stood in front of Lin Feng and bowed his head to obey his orders.

Maybe it was because his crotch was hurting, but he bent his body and subconsciously put his hands between his legs.

“How should this situation be handled?”

"Captain, you can send Wang Qian to Taribao with two Tartar heads to report your achievement."

Lin Feng frowned and asked, "Everything else is easy to say, but how do we get the food here?"

"Sergeant, you can convert the rewarded grain into silver and take it back."

Lin Feng nodded and looked into the distance.

"If a Tartar escapes, there might be a retaliatory attack. We must prepare early."

"Let's not stay here. Since the beacon fire has been lit, there is no need to defend this place anymore."

"Lingdouzi Village is nearby. If the Tartars fail to exact revenge, they will massacre the entire village. What will happen to my family?"

Cui Yijiao scratched his head.

"Sergeant, we can't stay in this village either. It's best to go out and hide first."

Lin Feng frowned and said nothing.

Cui Yijiao quickly added, "Don't worry, Sergeant. We're extremely poor here, and there won't be a large group of Tartars coming."

"Hmm? How many Tartars do you think will come?"

Cui Yijiao stretched out five fingers: "Based on their nature, there will be at most five people."

"Oh, then we can try to compete with them."

Cui Yijiao said hurriedly, "Captain, don't be careless. We really can't resist more than five Tartars. Even if we are the elite border troops, if we don't have 3200 people, it's best to avoid them."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the Tatar corpse lying in the middle of the camp fence and immediately felt something was wrong.

"Uh... With Sergeant's bravery, perhaps he can fight..."

Lin Feng waved his hand and said, "Let Wang Qian go to Taribao to report the news, Wu Er stay on the top of the beacon tower, and let Li Xiong go out as a patrol. You go to the village to recruit some people and prepare for the fortifications."

He assigned all the tasks in one breath, leaving Cui Yijiao stunned.

Why did Lin Feng suddenly become like this?

I used to be like a fool, working hard without complaint.

But now...

In Cui Yijiao's eyes, Lin Feng was even more imposing than any centurion he had ever seen.

While the two men were discussing their next plan, the two women had already taken the food brought by the Tartars and made hot porridge.

Suddenly, the aroma of rice wafted through the entire camp.

In particular, there were two pieces of dried meat, which were roasted over the fire by Wang Qian's wife.

The aroma of the meat made several soldiers almost bite their tongues.

The current mission was urgent, so the soldiers hurriedly ate a few mouthfuls of food, each cut a piece of dried meat, and set out to follow Lin Feng's instructions.

Lin Feng stayed in the camp and tied the suspension bridge again.

Then he took the Tatar's bow and arrow and began to modify it based on his experience in his previous life.

The bows and arrows at that time were made very crudely. Although the materials of the Tatar bows and arrows were much stronger, their production was still very unscientific.

Lin Feng wanted to make the bow into a compound bow, but due to the severe shortage of materials and tools, he had to readjust the bow's data according to his memory.

He was busy and having fun when Wu Er's wife came over.

"Brother Lin, take a break. I'll give you a leg massage."

Lin Feng glanced at her and found that the woman had washed her face and tidied her clothes a little.

The hair was neatly slicked with water.

Her face was pale and lacked nutrition, and I don’t know what she used to apply blush.

But there was still a sour smell on his body.

"Hey, you two should hurry back to the village. There's going to be a battle here soon. It's very dangerous."

"But... without my service, you..."

Lin Feng waved his hand to stop her from talking.

"Bring some food with you and remember to send it to my home."

Seeing his cold and resolute expression, Mrs. Wu Er had no choice but to turn around disappointedly and ask Mrs. Wang Qian to do some work.

The two women carried the food and asked Lin Feng to send it out of the camp.

Before leaving the camp, Wang Qianpo found an opportunity to get close to Lin Feng.

"Sergeant, there are two sweet potatoes stewing in the fire. I remember you like them, don't forget them."

After saying that, he glanced at Lin Feng and turned away.

Lin Feng actually saw a hint of charm in the woman's dusty face.

He shook his head with a wry smile.

Now Lin Feng was the only one left in the camp.

He modified the bows and arrows and sharpened the arrowheads.

The Tatars' long swords were very thick and heavy, but lacked sharpness.

He polished it to a shine and thinned the blade.

The plan to defend against the enemy had already been prepared in the mind, and we were just waiting for people from the village to come and repair the fortifications.

Lin Feng picked up his long sword, walked to the middle of the camp, and thought for a moment.

He used the Wind-Splitting Sword Technique that he was most proud of in his previous life.

He wanted to combine his skills with this body so that he wouldn't make mistakes in battle.

In these troubled times, if you make a mistake, there is no turning back.

The Pifeng Knife emphasizes speed and has no fixed routine, making it suitable for use on the battlefield.

But there are ways to increase the speed of sword drawing during practice.

Lin Feng's long sword danced faster and faster, and the quality of this body was indeed powerful.

Just as he was getting into the groove, he suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps outside the camp.