Frontier Army Warrior

A disdainful smile appeared on the Tartar's face.

His warhorse rushed to the center of the sword formation, which was the position in front of King Jia Zheng.

Wang Qian had participated in many battles with the Tartars and was not panicked.

He raised the round shield above his head, half-crouched with his legs, and swept the long sword horizontally.

The Tartar's machete hit his round shield, and his long sword swept the warhorse's front legs.

Wang Qian was knocked back a step, and the Tartar's horse suddenly flipped forward, throwing the Tartar far away.

Before the Tartar landed on the ground, the soldiers in front, behind, left and right quickly stepped forward with their swords in hand, pointing their long swords diagonally at the Tartar falling from the air.

The Tartar was fierce and his machete still chopped down from the air, but it hit the soldier's round shield.

But before his body hit the ground, four long swords pierced through him.

Like a wild boar about to be roasted, four long knives held him in mid-air.

The four soldiers immediately drew their swords and retreated to prepare for the next battle.

The Tartar collapsed on the ground, blood spurting out from four places, dyeing the weeds red.

The second, third, fourth, and fifth Tartars rushed into the sword formation one after another.

He hacked and smashed the soldiers standing on the ground.

The soldiers forming the sword formation immediately began to use their wind-splitting sword technique, chopping with all their might and serious effort, move by move.

One person using the Wind-Splitting Knife cannot reach Lin Feng's level, and even three or five people cannot catch up with Lin Feng.

However, when thirty people used the Wind-Splitting Knife together, the effect was completely different.

Lin Feng asked that no matter what moves and weapons the opponent used, you just need to respond according to the sword skills learned in training.

Be more serious, be meticulous and don't deviate.

After three months of training, the results are remarkable.

The Tatar cavalry's invincible fighting style lost its advantage here.

The psychological intimidation effect is not obvious and the organization is messy.

Especially Wang Qian, who risked his life to wield his sword, leading a group of soldiers, moving with his feet according to the techniques, slashing down with his sword one by one.

The midday sun was so strong that it reflected a bright knife-like light.

The Tatars were surrounded by swords, with long swords everywhere, and had long lost their sense of proportion.

He just swung the weapon in his hand desperately.

I don't know who struck the first blow, but the second blow hit the Tartar.

Then came countless knives.

Lin Feng calculated that it would only take about a dozen breaths from the time the Tartar cavalry charged into the sword formation.

The five Tartars had been chopped into pieces by the sword array.

Arms and legs were scattered all over the ground, and even two heads rolled out of the knife formation.

Bai Jing excitedly grabbed Lin Feng's arms tightly with both hands, pressed her body against his shoulders, and looked like she was about to cry.

Lin Qiaomei was even more miserable. She bent over, buried her head in the horse's mane, and trembled all over.

Killing an enemy with a sword array was so exciting that a person who had wiped out an entire family was extremely excited.

The four guards following Lin Feng were already stunned.

I have never seen such a deadly knife technique.

Being able to chop a person into pieces in an instant, is this a human or a demon?

Lin Feng's face was calm and his heart was at ease.

He had long known that as long as the soldiers in the sword formation were mentally prepared, they would become a combined killing machine.

Anyone who breaks into the sword formation will be hacked to pieces.

Even the war horses could not survive.

Several war horses fell to the ground, some with broken legs and some with huge wounds on their necks.

Lin Feng estimated that if the knife was better, the warhorse's head would not be saved.

Pat Bai Jing on the head.

"Go and count the casualties, then order them to clean up the battlefield and move on."

The first battle ended and Lin Feng was very satisfied with the results.

As long as they see blood and kill people, these soldiers will be reborn and become the elite of the army.

According to the notice from the border army headquarters, Lin Feng commended Wang Qian's team and issued rewards according to the standard for each Tartar head.

This move immediately aroused the high morale of all the soldiers.

Bai Jing returned to Lin Feng and reported the battle damage in a low voice.

"Brother, no one died, only nine were injured. Three had broken arms, two were kicked by horses, and four were hit by the Tartars' knives."

"Is it heavy?"

"They won't die for now, but I'm afraid it will be difficult for two of them to survive."

Seeing that Lin Feng didn't say anything, she hurriedly spoke.

"Brother, I know you are an excellent doctor, why don't you go and check them out?"

Lin Feng shook his head. He knew very well what his level was.

It seems that we need to find a military doctor to accompany the team, otherwise, getting injured on the battlefield could be fatal.

Less than a quarter of an hour after he ordered the troops to move forward, Hu Jincai and Zhang Changyou arrived.

"Boss, let me go to the front. They've already fought a round, it's my turn now."

Both of them came to request to replace Wang Qian’s team.

Lin Feng also agreed to rotate the training troops, and then asked the two to discuss the order to replace Wang Qian.

Wang Qian also ran back and stood in front of Lin Feng's horse with his head down and no words.

"Let the fart go."

Lin Feng was also annoyed by his honesty, just like his predecessor.

"Boss, can you go and rescue them?"

Lin Feng sighed. This happened again. When he saved the king, it was simply a subconscious first aid measure.

Looking at the eager eyes of several people, Lin Feng had no choice but to ride his horse forward.

Three soldiers had their arms broken because the Tartars were too strong and their arms were broken by the blows they swung on their round shields.

Lin Feng asked someone to find some branches and gritted his teeth to align the bones in his arm.

Even though it was said to be aligned, he couldn't see it, so he just straightened his arm and didn't find any abnormal bulge.

Secure it with branches.

The third soldier's arm was dislocated, which made Lin Feng even more embarrassed.

Recalling what he had seen and heard in his previous life, he kneaded the soldier's joints with his hands.

Although the soldier gritted his teeth and endured it, he still groaned in pain.

It’s all because Lin Feng doesn’t know how to do this.

Only when beads of sweat appeared on his forehead did he reluctantly press the soldier's arm.

The three soldiers all knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Lin Feng.

Even with such a crude technique, it still couldn't stop people from admiring it.

The people around looked up at their general with admiration.

It was as if Lin Feng had a divine halo around him, illuminating everyone's hearts.

He treated two soldiers whose legs were broken by horses according to the instructions, straightened the bones and then fixed them with branches.

There were four others who were injured by the Tartars and they could only use white cloth to bandage and stop the bleeding, leaving their life and death to fate.

Lin Feng was even more eager to hire a military doctor.

I am a commander, how come I became a doctor?

This will spoil these soldiers.

According to Bai Jing's statistics, Lin Feng had to get a few blacksmiths to accompany the team.

The iron quality of the long swords is too poor, and twenty or thirty swords will be damaged during a training session.

In today's battle against five Tartars, seven long swords were damaged and two round shields were chopped.

After cleaning up the battlefield.

The team continued to move forward until night fell, when Lin Feng ordered the team to stop and set up camp on the spot.

He took advantage of the night camping to summarize today's actual combat.

Some adjustments and improvements have been made to the sword formation.

During the subsequent march, they encountered two Tatar guerrilla attacks.

As expected, all the Tartars were minced into pieces by the swords.

Five days later, Lin Feng led 500 men back to Lingdouzi Village.

The vanguard troops have already conducted reconnaissance and found that this place is deserted and there is not even a single civilian.

When Lin Feng arrived at the village, he found that the entire village had been burned into ruins by the Tartars.

Even the beacon tower and camp fence were burned down.

Only a bare mound of earth remained.

I think the Tartars also came here to look for Lin Feng's whereabouts. After not seeing anyone, they set fire to everything to vent their emotions.

Lin Feng had no intention of leaving anything behind.

It has to be rebuilt anyway.

Only on Lingdouzi, it still looks the same as before, and the early stage construction is still the same.

When everyone came over, Lin Feng raised his hand and pointed to a wilderness.

"Brothers, this is our home."

Li Donglai, Lin Qiaomei and a few other people who had never been there looked at the overgrown field with confused expressions, dumbfounded.