Frontier Army Warrior

Cui Yijiao hurriedly said, "Sergeant, your appointment will be announced soon, along with many rewards. I'm afraid it wouldn't be good if you weren't there."

"I think the Tartars will arrive before the rewards. If we can't hold on, there will be no place for the appointments and rewards."

Cui Yijiao wanted to say something, but Lin Feng raised his hand to stop him.

"Draw it quickly, in detail."

Cui Yijiao immediately shut up, found a piece of Tartar sheepskin, and began to draw a map on it.

At this time, Wu Er climbed down from the top of the beacon tower and walked into the thatched hut trembling all over.

"Commander...I, let me warm myself up..."

Lin Feng turned his head and glared at him. The murderous look in his eyes made Wu Er dare not say anything more.

He backed away.

"I'll go up and watch. I dare not delay the military intelligence."

Looking over from the door of the thatched hut, Wu Er was struggling to pull the rope and climb up to the beacon tower.

Cui Yijiao didn't even dare to raise his head, and was carefully drawing a map on the sheepskin.

The map was not completed until dark.

With the beacon tower of Lingdouzi Village as the center, more than 80 miles to the west is the border town defended by the Zhenxi Border Army.

There are three villages between Biancheng and Lingdouzi Village.

The nearest one is Shaqu Village, further west is Talibao, and the closest one to the border town is Aigou Village.

To the south of Lingdouzi is Hongliutun, and to the north is Chanhezi.

If the Tartars wanted to come to Lingdouzi Village, they could only come from these three directions.

Lingdouzi is called this because there is a ridge fifteen miles west of the village, which is shaped like a bow and surrounds the village.

Lin Feng immediately decided to go to the ridge early tomorrow morning to take a look.

The terrain here is complex. If the slope is a little steeper, the warhorse will move very slowly uphill.

For the Tatars, who have no legs without horses, this is a checkpoint.

A torch was lit in the thatched hut, and Cui Yijiao clumsily set up three wooden sticks and hung a small pot in the middle.

He wanted to make some porridge for Lin Feng.

This job has always been done by the two women, Wu Er and Wang Qian.

Just as Cui Yijiao was wondering how much rice to add to the pot, Bai Jing walked in from outside.

He was covered in dirt, it looked like he had worked very hard.

Without saying a word, she took the bag of rice from Cui Yijiao's hand and started busying herself with cooking.

Lin Feng was still sitting by the fire, studying the terrain in the light of the torch.

Seeing Bai Jing enter the room, he frowned and said.

"It's dark and the road is hard to walk on. Take some rice and go home quickly."

"I'm not going back."

Bai Jing replied while busy cooking.

Cui Yijiao's eyes lit up.

"You're going to live here?"

Bai Jing looked at no one but only at the rice porridge in the pot.

"Can't you?"

Cui Yijiao looked Bai Jing up and down. Women who have never given birth to children are different.

Slim waist, wide hips and long legs.

Plus he's handsome.

This is a hundred times better than the two women of Wu Er and Wang Qian.

"Sister-in-law Lin, what would you say if my elder brother Lin came looking for you?"

Cui Yijiao looked at her sideways.

"He has trouble getting off the kang, so he can't come."

"There are only gentlemen here, aren't you afraid?"

Bai Jing glanced at Cui Yijiao with disdain.

"If you really dare, I think you're quite brave."

"Hey? This woman is quite cool, what's going on, I..."

As he said this, he suddenly saw Lin Feng looking up at him and immediately wilted.

He shrank his neck, lowered his head and stopped talking.

Bai Jing looked at Lin Feng in surprise.

She had not been in Lingdouzi Village for long, but she knew that the leader of the village was Cui Yijiao.

Although there was also a wealthy man named Lin, Cui Yijiao had an official background after all, and was at least a sergeant.

Plus he has unique skills.

He was arrogant and domineering in the village, and his word was final. Even Mr. Lin had to give him some respect.

Who would have thought that he would be so frightened after being looked at by this young man?

The three of them fell silent, with only the porridge in the iron pot bubbling.

Suddenly, shouts were heard outside the camp.

"Sergeant, I'm back. Have someone lower the drawbridge."

It was guerrilla Li Xiong returning to the camp.

Because in this era, the light at night is too dim and the conditions in the wild are complicated.

Master Tie only knows how to ride a horse when traveling, and he often sprains his legs due to potholes.

Therefore, the night is safe and the Tatars rarely come out at night.

Wu Er also came down from the top of the beacon tower. Several people gathered in front of the fire, staring at the rice porridge in the pot.

Lin Feng estimated that with such a large pot, he could drink up all the rice porridge in it if he tried hard.

But there were four or five people squatting in front of him, three of them were strong men.

"Lao Cui, don't you have any dry food to eat?"

Cui Yijiao frowned and said, "Sergeant, the military rations have been hard to come by for a while now. Even with this little ration, they won't last long."

Lin Feng was speechless. The little food he had just seized from the Tartars had been carried home by him.

They all have families to support and are in a situation where they have no food to eat.

"Make two more pots. Only when everyone is well fed can we go into battle and kill the Tartars. I'll find a way to get food tomorrow."

Cui Yijiao wanted to say something, but opened his mouth and no sound came out.

He knew that food was not so easy to get these days.

If there is a way, with my ability, I will make my brothers drink only thin liquid.

When the porridge was cooked, everyone took out a coarse porcelain bowl and stared at the porridge pot.

Waiting quietly for Lin Feng to speak.

"Wu Er, go feed the horses first."

Wu Er's face was pinched together, and he wanted to explain it.

Suddenly remembering something, he immediately put down the bowl, stood up and ran out.

Lin Feng was not afraid of them competing with him. Anyone who dared to say a word would be chopped off and fed to the dogs.

Anti-right food and food.

Seeing Wu Er leaving, Lin Feng looked around.

His coarse porcelain bowl had already been broken by Wu Er, so he just took Wu Er's bowl to use.

He pointed at Cui Yijiao's bowl, which was the neatest piece of furniture they had.

"Bai Jing, go wash these two bowls."

Bai Jing quickly got up, took Cui Yijiao and Wu Er's bowls, and went out to wash them.

"Wash it clean."

Lin Feng also gave another reminder from behind.

After a while, Lin Feng and Bai Jing each held a bowl of porridge and drank it sweetly.

Cui Yijiao and Li Xiong could only stare blankly at the rice porridge that had just been cooked in the small pot.

Bai Jing cooked four pots of rice porridge in a row, and only then were the few of them half full.

But what surprised Bai Jing was that there was a sheepskin mattress here.

Of course, this was the spoils brought by the Tartar that Lin Feng had just killed.

The five of them squeezed into the thatched hut in the middle to sleep because it was the only hut with a fire.

It was cold at night, and if there was no fire, I might become a zombie by morning.

Early the next morning, after Lin Feng assigned the tasks, he led a Tartar warhorse, took his bow and arrow, long sword and other weapons, and left the camp.

He knew that Cui Yijiao and several others were on the camp fence, looking at him worriedly.

I'm not worried about my own safety, but I'm worried that I'll never come back.

If Lin Feng had not been at the Lingdouzi beacon tower, the Tartars would have surely scattered when they arrived.

Following the map drawn by Cui Yijiao, Lin Feng mounted his horse and headed straight for the mountains east of Lingdouzi Village.

If the calculation is correct, the escaped Tartar commoner will run back to report the news and will bring people to take revenge today.

This mountain range is the best place for Lin Feng to ambush the Tatars.

If Lin Feng were in a flat wilderness facing the Tatars who were good at riding and shooting, he would probably not be able to escape.

But with this ridge, the situation is different.

In less than half an hour, Lin Feng arrived at a ridge.

There are withered weeds and even more thorns.

It is indeed impossible to ride a horse up the hill here. Some slopes are very steep and you can only climb up with a horse.

Lin Feng climbed to the ridge and looked to the west.

It is still a plain area, but there is a ridge protruding here.

The ridge is very long and forms an arc, surrounding the village inside.

If you take a detour, it will take half a day longer.

Therefore, Lin Feng judged that if the Tartars wanted to take revenge, they would definitely cross this ridge.

He tied the horse to a thicker bush and found some grass to put in front of the horse.

Lin Fengcai took a bow and a sword and wandered around the mountains.

Finally, he found a suitable ambush location.

He sat down beside a bush, took a drink of water from his kettle, but his eyes were fixed on the plain path in the distance.