Frontier Army Warrior

It didn't take long before Li Donglai and Yu Lei both raised their hands to indicate that they were ready.

Lin Feng nodded to Bai Jing.

Bai Jing also sent out an attack signal.

Several soldiers gathered their strength and pushed the gate of the house open, and the soldiers behind them immediately swarmed in.

The soldiers in the courtyard were suddenly confused. Why were there so many people?

Is this still that small, broken county town?

Hearing the noise, Ma Fengtang rushed out of the house, raised his sword, and called on his men to form a semicircle to protect him inside.

"Who are you? Do you know what you are doing?"

he shouted.

Li Donglai sneered, "Put down your weapons and squat on the ground. I promise I won't kill you."

Ma Fengtang had a vague impression of Li Donglai.

"From Helm House Mountain? I'm the centurion of the 14th Ding-shaped Regiment of the Border Army. We've always kept to ourselves. Brother, are you mistaken?"

Yu Lei shouted loudly: "I want you to put down your weapons, otherwise don't blame me for using a knife to chop people."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ma Fengtang raised the knife in his hand.

"Brothers, if we lose our rations, we'll die if we go back. If we fight for our lives here, we won't get compensation..."

He shouted at the top of his lungs.

Lin Feng was sitting on his horse outside the house with a gloomy look on his face.

I didn't expect that Ma Fengtang still had some backbone. I'm afraid it will be difficult to persuade him.

Bai Jing handed over the bow silently.

Lin Feng reached out to take the bow, put an arrow on it and pulled it open.

Lin Qiaomei on the roof stared at Lin Feng's movements without blinking.

Lin Feng closed his eyes, raised the bow and arrow, and tilted it upwards.

From where he was standing, he couldn't see Ma Fengtang at all, but he could still find Ma Fengtang's location just by relying on his hearing.

Ma Fengtang was still trying his best to encourage the soldiers to fight.

The two sides were at war with each other.

Li Donglai wanted to start chopping people, but Yu Lei was still hesitating. As a soldier of the border army, he still felt a little reluctant to do it.

Seeing that the other party was hesitant, Ma Fengtang felt a little relieved.

"Brothers, we are all from the Great Sect. We should stand together against external threats and not act on our own..."

That was all he said.

A feather arrow suddenly appeared from the dark night and pierced into Ma Fengtang's throat with a "puff".

"Uh..."

Ma Fengtang's eyes widened and he looked up at the night sky in astonishment.

Until his death, he never understood where the arrow came from and why there was no sign at all.

The soldiers protecting them were still nervously confronting each other with their swords, when suddenly there was no movement behind them.

Li Dong could see it clearly and was shocked.

There was no movement at all, so how come such an arrow came?

Of course, what was even more shocking was Lin Qiaomei, who was lying on the roof.

From her angle, she could see it most clearly. Lin Feng was sitting on the horse and could not see Ma Fengtang at all.

But the feather arrow seemed to have eyes, and it pierced the opponent's throat accurately.

What kind of magical skill is this?

She rubbed her eyes hard and found that they were even more blurry.

I looked down at Lin Feng and saw that he had already handed the bow and arrow back to Bai Jing.

It was as if he knew that the target he had shot had been achieved and there was no need for further confirmation.

The soldier protecting Ma Fengtang turned around and saw his commander falling to the ground, dead.

In panic, the scimitar in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously.

With a clang, followed by a series of clangs, all the soldiers dropped their weapons and squatted down with their heads in their hands.

Lin Feng knew that the matter was done, so he urged his horse to enter the house through the gate.

He signaled Bai Jing to take away the badge and other items from Ma Fengtang.

He waved to Yu Lei and Li Dong to come closer.

"Swap your uniforms with these soldiers. Now we are the regular border troops, and they are the bandits in the helmet houses."

He looked at the two of them and saw that their eyes were bright, knowing that they understood.

He then turned his horse and rode away with Bai Jing.

With Ma Fengtang's badge and seal, the soldiers camped outside the city were easily led into the city and disarmed.

Three hundred soldiers were stripped of their uniforms and confined in a large courtyard.

According to statistics from Bai Jing and Wen Cheng.

Of the twenty-five carriages, twenty were loaded with military rations.

One hundred and ten war horses.

Full range of weapons and armor.

In an instant, the 150 soldiers under Lin Feng became the truly overstaffed regular border army Bingzi Third Cavalry Unit.

The next day, Lin Feng was even busier. He asked several regular soldiers to select soldiers with good physical conditions from the three hundred border troops and incorporate them into his own team.

Then he picked out four particularly outstanding young men from these soldiers to serve as his personal guards.

After the reorganization, Lin Feng put the soldiers into training.

The training plan he developed was so demanding that the soldiers were exhausted every day.

If they were not able to eat enough, many soldiers would give up such high-intensity training.

During the actual combat training, Lin Feng discovered a fatal flaw.

During the sword-fighting practice, the soldiers' swords were broken after just a few strikes.

The strength is too low, and such a weapon will have a fatal flaw when used on a real battlefield.

Lin Feng pondered the alloy weapons he had come into contact with in his previous life.

I don't know much about the specific production process, but it shouldn't be that difficult to increase the strength of iron.

He studied the scimitar in his hand. This kind of iron was softer than the pig iron he had come into contact with in his previous life.

Simply burning away the impurities at high temperatures can improve its quality to a certain extent.

Lin Feng sighed and muttered to himself.

"High temperature, high fever..."

Firewood definitely won’t work. We need coal, and good quality coal.

First find the coal, then refine the coal into coke, and then build a blast furnace and use a blower to raise the temperature to the appropriate level.

Lin Feng suddenly felt a headache.

The long sword in his hand was of good quality, captured from a bronze-armored Tartar.

It must be the blacksmith's countless days and nights of repeated forging, which takes a lot of time and effort to make a good knife.

This method is definitely not suitable for mass production.

“How do you create high temperatures?”

Bai Jing, who was nestled beside him, pressed Lin Feng's body with her plump, white breasts.

"What's wrong, bro? Isn't this hot enough?"

"It's hot enough, hot enough."

Lin Feng immediately put his worries aside, turned over and pressed Bai Jing under him, trying his best to repair the soft mass that was squeezed by his body.

In the border army camp, Song Yi repeatedly asked the officers who came to report.

"Are you sure you're from Team 14?"

"General Song, the commander of the 14th Ding-shaped team, Ma Fengtang, is from the same hometown as mine. He has been out transporting grain and fodder for over 20 days and has not returned yet."

"Have you sent someone to check?"

"Three groups of rangers have searched along the grain transport route, but found no trace of them."

Song Yi thought about it.

"Don't alert the general about this matter first. Expand the search area and send more people."

The officer immediately bowed in response and retreated.

Three days later, Song Yi received another report saying that Ma Fengtang suddenly lost contact after escorting grain and fodder to Bin County.

This incident had happened for more than twenty days, and Song Yi could no longer hide it from Cui Yong.

Ma Fengtang of the 14th Dingzi Team disappeared with more than 300 soldiers and 25 carts of food and fodder.

Cui Yong looked at the report in his hand with a frown.

Mo Yong, standing in front of the big case, looked between Cui Yong and Song Yi.

"General, was it the bandits from Helmet House Mountain who did this?"

Song Yi said tentatively.

Mo Yong sneered, "With more than 300 soldiers, Helmet House Mountain doesn't have that capability."

Cui Yong also nodded in agreement with Mo Yong's statement.

"Does that mean the Tartars have reached our rear?"

Cui Yong looked up at Song Yi in confusion.

"More than 300 people, and not a single one came back?"

"Yes, there is no trace of any one."