Frontier Army Warrior

Lin Qiaomei looked around.

"Brother, this village has just been massacred. Judging from the methods used, it must have been done by the Tartars."

Lin Feng said nothing, frowned, and walked into the half-collapsed house.

Next to the stove by the door, a naked woman was lying half-lying on the stove.

The blood all over his body had dried into a dark brown color.

The lower half of his body was hacked to pieces by a knife.

Lin Qiaomei gritted her teeth and said, "These damned Tartars, just kill them, why torture them?"

Even she, a woman who killed an entire family, couldn't stand it.

The three of them walked around the village. There were more than ten bodies in the small village, most of them were the elderly, the weak, women and children.

The death is horrific.

After observing the terrain, Lin Feng led the three people forward and pointed to a dilapidated house.

"Fan Jinsong, you are lying in ambush here. If anyone passes through this alley, cut them once and leave without stopping."

"Yes, General."

"Remember, don't fight too long. Be patient. Do you understand?"

The three of them nodded continuously.

"Xie Zhong, you hide here and get away with one strike."

"It's the general."

"Remember the terrain, and after the first strike, choose a similar spot for a second ambush."

"Understood, General."

Lin Feng brought Lin Qiaomei to the center of the village. On the left was a slightly more intact house.

"You are on this rooftop, sniping the enemy from a distance."

"Okay, brother."

"Pay attention to the enemy's movements and remember to give me a signal."

"Yeah, I understand, brother."

Lin Qiaomei's face was full of excitement.

Lin Feng found a house facing the village square and hid in a window.

He took down his bow and arrows and strung it, and there were twenty feathered arrows in his quiver.

Take out each arrow, rub the arrowhead, and check the damage to the tail feathers.

Then he unsheathed the long sword and wiped the blade with a white cloth.

As the sky gradually darkened, there was still no movement outside the village.

Lin Qiaomei lay quietly on the roof, counting the arrows in her quiver out of boredom, and from time to time she looked at the dilapidated house where Lin Feng was.

It was completely dark, and the dilapidated village was filled with cold winds, making it feel like a haunted place.

Fan Jinsong and Xie Chong were hiding in the places designated by Lin Feng, and they were extremely anxious.

There's no movement at all, why are you still hiding?

Did the general forget about himself?

Or let them stay here to cover the retreat while the general runs away first?

All kinds of messy thoughts invaded their brains.

Lin Qiaomei lay on the roof, feeling uncomfortable because of the cold wind. She looked around and there was no ghost in sight. How could they let her lie here and enjoy the cool breeze?

No matter how they thought about it, there was no movement from Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was leaning against the broken wall, taking out a wine bag from his waist and taking small sips.

No matter where you are, patience is a must, especially on the battlefield, where you may have to wait all night to get a chance.

Just when several people were reaching their limit of endurance, Lin Qiaomei discovered through her confused eyes that a fire was moving in the east of the village.

She was a little excited, but her mother was here, and if she didn't come soon, she would have frozen into a popsicle.

Twisting his stiff neck, he glanced down and suddenly discovered that there was also a fire moving in the west of the village.

What’s going on? Are they surrounding the village?

Lin Feng could already hear the sound of horse hooves moving from both sides of the village to the center.

In the pitch-black night, such a complex and dilapidated village was exactly the battlefield he liked.

He moved his arms and legs slightly, and his bones made a crackling sound.

He picked up the bow, put an arrow on it, turned around and waited silently.

Nearly another quarter of an hour passed.

I heard footsteps moving.

Someone spoke.

"Are you sure they didn't leave the village?"

"I have been keeping my eyes open, and not a ghost could escape me. Even when I got here, I didn't see a shadow."

"It's strange. I've been waiting for so long, but there's no movement at all."

"Who said it wasn't? We've been lying in ambush at the village entrance for a long time, but it was all in vain."

The two men walked lightly, just near Lin Feng.

"Where's Mr. Zhuang?"

"They said they'd be here soon."

"Don't let him do anything until he gets here."

"I'd like to take action, but where are the people?"

Lin Feng secretly recalled Lin Qiaomei's archery skills.

He once asked her how she could shoot arrows so quickly.

But Lin Qiaomei also said that she was gifted.

He gently pulled out another feather arrow and placed it on the bowstring, with one arrow pressing against the bowstring and the other temporarily remaining next to his finger.

Slowly draw the bow.

His bow was treated so that it made no sound when drawn.

The two of them talked and started walking away.

Lin Feng listened attentively to their footsteps and slowly adjusted the direction of his bow and arrow.

The next moment, the bowstring sounded slightly, and a feathered arrow flew away. Then the bow was pulled again, and the second arrow followed closely.

I only heard the two people say, "You go there...uh."

"What are you...ah."

Then there was the sound of a body hitting the ground.

Then, everything returned to peace.

Killed with one arrow, accurately and accurately.

Lin Feng was somewhat proud of his hearing judgment.

After waiting for another half a day, footsteps were heard. This time, there were probably four or five people.

Lin Feng bent his bow and drew his arrow, but before he could draw his bow, he heard someone scream "Ah!"

Then there was a lot of shouting.

"Someone is lying in wait. Hurry up, the knife in the stone is here."

The sound of a knife hitting an earthen wall.

At the same time, someone shouted from another direction of the village.

Someone shouted, "Light the fire, don't make a scene!"

Several torches were lit, and more than a dozen figures were running around in the village.

Just as the torch was lit, Lin Feng heard the sound of a bowstring coming from the roof in the distance.

Lin Qiaomei couldn't see at night and could only worry.

With the light of the torch, she took action immediately.

As the bowstrings sounded rapidly, the figures fell to the ground one after another.

Lin Feng shook his head. I still ejaculated much slower than her.

He turned around, drew his bow, and shot the arrow following the sound.

There was the sound of knives clashing in the distance, probably Fan Jinsong and Xie Chong fighting with the enemy.

The jingling sound was rapid.

Lin Feng frowned. How could these two guys escape after missing their attack and fight with others?

Fortunately, the sound disappeared after a very short time.

The village became quiet again.

This time the silence lasted until dawn and no one appeared again.

Lin Feng leaned out from behind the broken wall and saw many corpses lying all over the place.

Looking up, Lin Qiaomei was waving on the roof.

Lin Feng was very confident in his hearing and there was no one ambushing nearby.

He walked out quietly, pulled out the feathered arrows from the corpse, wiped the arrowheads, and put them into the quiver.

There were twenty feather arrows in total, and he almost shot them all away.

After putting away the feather arrows, Lin Feng changed his position and squatted down.

It was already bright outside, but still no one entered the village.

Suddenly, someone at the village entrance shouted, "Lü Sihuai, Lord Mu has treated you well, why are you doing this?"

Lin Feng recognized that it was Zhuang Zailong's voice.

"I know you're a bandit, so a letter of surrender won't do you any good. But what future do you have as a bandit?"

Zhuang Zailong continued to shout.

"Following Lord Shuhu, I can get promoted and make money, what's wrong with that?"

"Lü Sihuai, unless you are fake."

Lin Feng cursed in his heart: Damn it, with this IQ you still want to hang out with the Tartars, you are undoubtedly courting death, sooner or later not even a trace of you will be left.

"Zhuang admires your methods, your courage and your strategy. Lord Mu values ​​talent and is ready to let you lead the heroes. How about we come out and discuss it in detail?"

Lin Feng quietly changed his position and judged the distance between them based on Zhuang Zailong's voice.

Lin Qiaomei had already bent down, and Lin Feng could still see her from his perspective.

She stretched out three fingers, then retracted them and stretched out five more fingers.

Lin Feng understood that this was telling him that the other side had thirty-five people.

Except for Zhuang Zailong, Lin Feng doesn't take these people seriously at all, no matter how many people there are.

He found his position, gently put the feather arrow on, and waited for Zhuang Zailong to speak.