Frontier Army Warrior

What made them even more terrified was that Lin Feng suddenly picked up a piece of black charcoal full of holes and jumped up and down.

He was still holding the piece of black charcoal and running around the construction site in circles.

Everyone felt that he was just about to foam at the mouth and pass out.

This was nothing. Lin Feng’s next move almost made everyone collapse.

He actually ordered his men to collect the soldiers' weapons and threw twenty or thirty long swords into the gourd-like belly at a time.

Then a lot of black charcoal blocks with holes were piled up and set on fire.

I saw that dozens of high-quality long swords were burned into red porridge-like liquid.

This went on for more than twenty days.

I don’t know how many knives were burned.

Finally, one day, Lin Feng took out a bumpy object that looked like a knife and a stick from the mold he made.

Using the whetstone, begin grinding laboriously.

Not only did he do it himself, he also got everyone else to do it.

Bai Jing was already accustomed to this kind of scene and spoke to everyone calmly.

"Boss, this is a story about grinding an iron rod into a needle. We should use this story to teach everyone that we need perseverance and... madness to do things."

Lin Feng is immersed in his own world, even though no one can understand him.

Finally, the first sword he forged was completed.

After his painstaking grinding, the blade was sharpened.

Although the appearance is ugly, its hardness...

Lin Feng, with a dark and gray face, waved at Li Donglai: "You, come over and fight with me."

"Boss, I don't dare."

Li Donglai backed away, waving his hands.

Before, the boss was burning knives crazily, but this time he might change to killing people?

Lin Feng ignored him and just looked at the knife in his hand carefully, clicking his tongue.

"This knife is still a bit thick. If it were thinner and lighter, the effect would be better."

Bai Jing has always been calm and wise, and she vaguely saw something.

So he picked up a long knife and came to Lin Feng.

"Brother, how do you spell it?"

Lin Feng smiled at her and said, "Just chop me with a knife."

"Is it really a chop or a fake one?"

"So much nonsense, of course I'll really cut it."

"it is good."

Bai Jing raised the knife and swung it hard.

Lin Feng had a smile on his face, and he swung the ugly knife in his hand to meet Bai Jing's chopping knife.

There was a slight "click" sound, but there was no crashing sound or sparks as everyone had imagined.

The long sword in Bai Jing's hand had broken into two pieces, and the cold blade lay across Bai Jing's fair neck.

Everyone exclaimed in surprise and gathered around to watch, with almost the same expression on their faces.

With his mouth wide open and eyes wide open, he stared stupidly at the two broken pieces of the knife on the ground.

Hu Jincai swallowed hard.

"Boss, you, got a sword?"

Lin Feng proudly shook the ugly knife in his hand.

"Of course it's a precious sword. How is it? Is it sharp?"

Bai Jing reached out and took the knife from Lin Feng's hand, looking at it carefully from top to bottom for a while.

"The knife is sharp enough, but it's a bit too ugly."

"It's being improved, why rush?"

Li Donglai liked knives and hurried forward.

"Boss, let me see. Even though it's a little ugly, who cares if the knife is ugly or not when you're killing people on the battlefield?"

He stroked the blade very carefully.

"Hey, what a nice knife, Boss. Can you make one for me too?"

Lin Feng waved his hand and said, "Everyone will have one. I'll prepare one for each team."

Everyone immediately felt that he was not normal again.

Another two months passed.

Although this place is remote, gaps will always appear over time.

A group of five Tatars chased the guerrilla group sent by Lin Feng and arrived in front of Lingdouzi.

They stared at the scene in front of them in amazement.

A huge city gate rising from the ground blocked the view.

When did a city appear in this desolate wilderness?

The five Tartars began to circle around the city wall. They wanted to see what the city looked like in its entirety.

He had barely walked twenty steps when he heard the city gate open and a team of thirty horsemen rushed out.

Given the Tartars' usual nature, they naturally would not take large armies seriously.

Unless it is a large force, they don't take a cavalry unit like this one with dozens or even hundreds of people seriously.

The five Tartars turned their horses and rushed forward with swords raised.

With the strength of five people, they fought against the thirty riders on the opposite side.

When the thirty cavalrymen saw the Tartars riding their horses towards them, they immediately dismounted and drove their horses aside.

Thirty men stood neatly in a square formation, drew their long swords, and put a round shield on their left arms.

Just as he finished this set of movements, the Tartar warhorses had already rushed forward.

The Tartars in front howled loudly and rushed into the formation with their swords brandished.

This time, the collision was much faster than the sword formation a few months ago.

Although the long swords in the soldiers' hands had changed in appearance, they were sharper and harder. After the Tatars rushed into the sword formation, they were instantly torn into pieces, along with their horses.

Among the five Tartar knights, one was a little slow.

The reason was that his scimitar was stuck in the scabbard, and he was bending down to repair the scabbard.

It was just a moment later, and when he looked up again, he found that the four comrades who came with him had disappeared in the flash of swords in front of him.

The Tartar glanced around in surprise and saw corpses all over the ground.

The armored Tartar suddenly felt a chill on his back. What was going on?

But he immediately realized that these soldiers were not easy to deal with.

He no longer hesitated, tightened the reins, turned the horse around and ran away.

The leader of the team is Wang Qian, who always charges ahead and is the first to appear in battle.

Seeing that the Tartar was about to run away, Wang Qian swung his long sword.

"Mount your horse and chase!"

The thirty soldiers immediately went to look for their horses.

They are very skilled at sword formation, but they are far behind in pursuit.

By the time they climbed onto their horses, the Tartars had already run away and only their backs were left.

Then ride in pursuit.

Their riding skills were already far inferior to those of the Tatars, and they were also behind by a lot of time, so they couldn't even catch up with the enemy.

Wang Qian looked grim.

Lin Feng’s order was not to let any enemy go, whether they were Tartars or others.

Even if they are refugees, they must be taken back and dealt with.

Unfortunately, the Tartar was lucky today. He was just a little bit away from rushing into the team and becoming minced meat.

Unfortunately, the Tartars ran too fast.

Wang Qian had no choice but to order his troops to return to the city.

Lin Feng was squatting next to the steel-making blast furnace, observing the fire temperature.

When he heard Wang Qian say that a Tartar had escaped, he frowned and remained silent.

Of course, he understood that this place would be exposed to everyone sooner or later, but he would delay it for one day longer.

When he is fully prepared, he will take the initiative even if no one knows.

After pondering for a moment, Lin Feng sighed.

"Forget it, let's get people ready and enter the first level combat state."

The project of Lingdouzi has been completed less than half, and the city walls still need to be reinforced and the culverts need to be dredged.

Especially the brick kiln I built myself, which was only half built and hadn't even produced a single brick.

A piece of land had been marked out in the fields behind the city for the construction of a lime kiln, and stones half a man's height had just been erected there.

Many details have not been worked out yet, but time cannot wait.

A team of thirty people was stationed at the Lingdouzi Beacon Tower.

These thirty soldiers were all carefully selected and had excellent archery skills.

The Beacon Fire Camp and Lingdouzi Castle formed a mutually restraining situation.

More than 300 other people entered the unfinished Lingdouzi Castle. Lin Feng will make timely adjustments based on the number of invading enemies.

In recent days, many refugees have been gathered from all over the place, and those who are stronger are used as migrant workers.

Those who are in poor health or not of the right age can do farming or some light manual work.

During the war, they were all taken from Lingdouzi Village into the castle.

In less than a day, the entire Lingdouzi area was ready for the battle.

Lin Feng stood on the city gate tower and looked into the distance.

The city wall is nearly six zhang high. It was built by digging out the soil from the city, mixing it into mud, and then placing it in the sun to dry into square bricks. The bricks were then stacked up one by one and paved with stones on the outside.

The original plan was to use bricks that we baked ourselves and the cement that we were developing, which would make it stronger.

But time waits for no one.

Lin Feng looked at the land around the city, which had been turned into farmland and planted with crops.

He let out a long sigh, there was still a lot of work waiting to be done.

Unfortunately, the Tartars are coming.