Frontier Army Warrior

He knew that Shuxiong's sword was heavy, but he didn't expect it to be so heavy.

When I took off the bow from Shuxiong, it felt heavy in my hand.

Maybe Lin Feng had exhausted all his strength fighting with Shu Xiong.

He only pulled the bow halfway and couldn't pull it fully even with all his strength.

"A bronze-armored Tartar, with such high personal combat qualities, he is definitely a killing machine on the battlefield."

The short knife on Shuxiong's waist is also of high quality.

Lin Feng collected the spoils, picked up his long sword, and chopped off Shu Xiong's head.

He held the bronze armor and the bronze waist badge in his hands.

He found his warhorse and looked at the sky. It was almost dusk.

The Tartars surrounding the camp had already started shouting and yelling.

They were getting impatient waiting, clamoring to take down the camp fence first and then wait for Bronze Armor Shu Xiong to return.

The large number of soldiers in the camp were looking at the restless Tatars nervously.

Once the other side launches an attack, it will be a matter of life and death.

Of course, the probability is death, not survival.

Cui Ying's mouth was dry and his whole body felt like it was on fire. He had never been so irritated before.

Every moment that passes seems as long as a year.

Fortunately, Qiao Jun was there to comfort her from time to time, otherwise, with her personality, she would have led her troops out to die.

The Tartars finally couldn't bear it any longer, and one of them in armor raised his spear.

Shouting loudly.

The Tatars responded with a roar, looking for their own horses, jumping on them and raising their weapons.

They just waited for the order from the armored Tartar and started charging.

The middle-aged man from the main group came close to the armored Tartar and tried his best to persuade him.

Inside the camp, Cui Ying saw this and also shouted loudly.

"Everyone, prepare your bows and arrows, and meet the enemy."

The soldiers pulled the bowstrings and aimed at the Tatars outside the camp.

My hands, which used to be relatively steady, are now shaking violently.

The armored Tartar impatiently pushed the middle-aged man aside, still shouting loudly.

Very excited.

Spit was flying from his mouth and the spear he raised high was about to fall.

Suddenly, Wang Qian, who was lying on top of the beacon tower, shouted loudly.

"Someone is coming, look, there's a result!"

He shouted and pointed to the west.

The soldiers in the camp gathered in front of the camp fence on the west side, and the Tartars seemed to understand the shouting and turned their heads to look over there.

Cui Ying was even more excited. She pushed the soldiers to both sides, stood on the partition herself, stretched her head and tried to look into the distance.

This could determine life or death, and the hearts of the soldiers were in their throats.

In the sunset, a rider seemed to walk out from the sun.

The whole body is framed with a circle of gold by the sunlight.

The warhorse took small steps and slowly walked towards the camp.

No one dared to breathe and watched nervously.

Until someone shouted, "It's Centurion Lin!"

"Lin Feng?"

Cui Ying bit her lips, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes, and held tightly onto the spikes of the camp fence with both hands.

Bai Jing was even worse off. She hid under the fence and looked out through the gap.

But tears were already rolling down her face.

When Lin Feng urged his horse to within a hundred steps of the Tartar, he raised the head high in his hand.

A long sword in the right hand and a human head in the left hand.

Both hands were covered in dark brown blood.

Like a god from hell.

The Tartars fell silent, staring blankly at the head in Lin Feng's hand.

That was clearly the god of war in his mind, Bronze Armor Shuxiong.

More than fifty Tatars gathered on one side of the camp, waiting silently.

Time seems to stand still.

Lin Feng's hands holding the human head began to tremble. The battle had already consumed most of his strength, and he had been holding the huge head for a long time.

No one can bear it.

Finally, he saw an armored Tartar raising the spear in his hand.

The red gun cherry fluttered and swayed twice in the air.

The armored Tartar shouted twice, then turned his horse's head and ran back first.

More than fifty Tartars roared loudly and galloped away on their horses.

After the dust and smoke cleared, the soldiers in the camp had gathered in front of Lin Feng's horse.

Cui Ying rode on his horse and faced Lin Feng's warhorse.

The soldiers made way to allow the two horses to collide.

Cui Ying stared at Lin Feng's gentle face, but he could not connect it with the killing of the Bronze-armored Tartar.

"Well done, this is the man of our clan."

Lin Feng threw away the head and waved his hand.

"Let's all return to the camp. Be careful of the Tartars coming back."

In Lin Feng's house, Cui Ying and Qiao Jun sat beside the fire.

Bai Jing was quietly roasting the dried meat on the fire.

Lin Feng also got a bag of liquor from Shu Xiong and poured it into a bowl, filling the whole room with the aroma of liquor.

Several people wanted to ask how he killed Shu Xiong.

Until this moment, Cui Ying seemed to be still in a dream, and would not believe what was happening before his eyes even in his dreams.

Even Qiao Jun, who was always as calm as an old dog, had a probing look in his eyes.

After taking a few sips of liquor, Lin Feng's face flushed slightly.

"Shuxiong was a brown bear. He almost got hacked to death."

Cui Ying had already looked at Lin Feng carefully, and now his face was full of confusion.

"Almost? Why don't you have any scratches on your body?"

Lin Feng smiled at her with his white teeth bared.

"I'm much better than him, believe it or not."

The three people gathered in front of the fire all shook their heads in unison.

"Well, facts speak louder than words. Bronze Armor Shuxiong's head is right there."

"So, we want to know, how did Shuxiong die?"

Cui Ying finally asked the question that everyone had.

Lin Feng took another sip of wine.

"Alas, if I say I'm better than him, you won't believe me. Would you believe me if I said Shuxiong committed suicide?"

"Why did he commit suicide?"

"Ah, you really believe it!"

Lin Feng shook his head: "Shu Xiong felt remorse for killing hundreds of soldiers and civilians of my clan. After my patient persuasion, he finally raised the butcher knife and chopped himself down."

"Puchi" Cui Ying couldn't help but laughed out loud.

Lin Feng was stunned immediately.

Cui Ying's smile was like a hundred flowers blooming, filling the dim room with light and fragrance.

Damn, how could I meet such a beauty in this barren land?

Lin Feng stared at Cui Ying blankly.

Bai Jing was beside him and raised her hand to wipe the saliva that had flowed down his chin.

"Cough cough cough, I choked on the wine, cough cough cough..."

Lin Feng took the opportunity to cough.

Cui Ying had seen many pig-like figures like this before, so she gave him a coquettish look.

Although Qiao Jun lowered his head to eat the barbecue, his heart sank.

He had never seen Miss Cui treat a man like this before. He could feel the scent of hormones in the air.

Of course, he called this kind of atmosphere ambiguity.

Qiao Jun was a decisive man and looked up immediately.

"General Cui, this place is dangerous. We should go back."

Cui Ying looked at Qiao Jun in surprise.

"It's getting dark."

"Let's go in the dark. Bronze Armor Shuxiong died here. What do you think will happen?"

Lin Feng nodded.

"It's time for you to leave. We can't stay here any longer. Let's fortify our defenses and clear the countryside."

No matter how naive Cui Ying is, her father is a general, so how could she not understand the current situation?

"Well, you should follow this general back to the camp. It's relatively safe there."

Lin Feng shook his head.

"The Tartars will raise an army to attack us, and the border army camp will also be affected. I'm afraid the military will hand me over."

Cui Ying asked in surprise, "Why did the military send you out?"

"Calm the Tartars' anger."

Cui Ying sneered, "Who would dare to do such a thing that would humiliate the country?"

Lin Feng said nothing.

Qiao Jun tugged at Cui Ying's arm.

"Let's go. I also think that Lin Feng will be safer outside."

Cui Ying turned his head and glared at Qiao Jun.

"Do you also think Lin Feng will be handed over?"

Qiao Jun looked at Cui Ying innocently and started to act stupid.