Frontier Army Warrior

It rained heavily at night.

This is very rare in the remote western region.

The heavy rain lasted for half the night. In the early morning, the rain decreased, but it was still enough to make people soaked in a short time.

The soldiers ran around the city, dragging their wet jackets.

Because the guerrillas reported that nearly a hundred Tatar cavalrymen were rushing towards this side fifty miles away from the city.

One hundred Tatar cavalrymen were considered a relatively large action force since the war with the Dazong.

This is enough to show how much importance the Tatars attached to this newly built castle.

The hundred cavalrymen were led by a bronze-armored man, and consisted of dozens of iron-armored Tartars and sixty or seventy civilians.

They marched forward in the rain, mud and water splashing under their iron hooves.

The rain washed over the cold armor and sharp blades.

Lin Feng watched the approaching Tatar cavalry from afar.

"Lower the drawbridge, open the city gates, and let them in."

No one hesitated at all regarding Lin Feng's order, and the soldiers defending the city immediately started running.

The leader of the Tatars was Zhuolu, who was wearing bronze armor. He held a bronze hammer in his hand. The head of the hammer was covered with half-foot-long spikes, and the handle was five feet long.

He was still thinking about how to attack the castle when he suddenly saw the drawbridge in front of the castle slowly falling.

Then, to his even greater surprise, the city gate was also opened.

The armored Tartar following behind him quickly rode forward.

"Lord Zhuolu, there is a trick."

Zhuo Lu glanced at him and said nothing.

Such an obvious action, don’t I know it’s a trick?

Hundreds of Tatar cavalrymen reined in their horses in front of the drawbridge and looked around at the castle in front of them.

Zhuo Lu looked up and saw Lin Feng standing on the city wall.

The two sides looked at each other in silence.

It's pointless to say anything because we don't speak the same language.

Zhuo Lu pondered for a moment and waved the copper hammer in his hand.

"Fight in and leave no one behind."

According to his combat experience, no large army could withstand the impact of their cavalry.

Even if there was a large army lying in ambush in the city, he was confident that he could lead the cavalry out.

Following his order, a hundred cavalrymen shouted and urged their horses to rush towards the castle gate.

Lin Feng took a deep breath: "Each team should defend their positions and prepare for battle."

Bai Jing, who was standing beside him, immediately waved two flags in the air.

Fifty steps away from the city gate, two square teams, fifty steps to the left and right, stood quietly waiting for the enemy with their swords drawn.

Fifty steps away from the two teams, there were two other teams standing on the left and right.

The Tatar cavalry rushed into the city gate and saw troops on both sides.

Zhuo Lu swung the copper hammer, splitting the team into two, each attacking two teams.

He himself led a part of the cavalry and continued to charge forward.

After only a few dozen steps, they split into two teams again.

Zhuo Lu continued to move forward, and after running fifty steps, he divided his team into two groups and charged forward again.

A cavalry of a hundred men was immediately divided into six groups, each fighting on their own.

Lin Feng waved his hand: "Close the door."

The two huge city gates were controlled by two capstans on the gate tower, with six soldiers on each side pushing the capstans hard to close the gates.

Lin Feng patted Bai Jing's shoulder and walked towards the city.

He had to stop the Bronze Armor's charge.

A bronze-armored Tartar will cause huge losses to his own team.

A soldier lowered him down from the city gate tower, and the soldiers below the city led Lin Feng's warhorse over.

At this time, all you could see and hear were shouts of killing and the sounds of weapons clashing.

Lin Feng urged his horse to pass slowly past the battle formations.

The rainwater flowing on the ground was almost completely dyed red.

In order to quickly improve the combat effectiveness of the team, he decided to let the Tatars into the city and fight a bloody battle with the enemy.

Only in the brutal battles of blood and fire can soldiers grow up quickly.

Of course, he could also keep the enemy out of the city.

Such a tall and solid city wall will definitely be able to stop the attack of the Tatar cavalry.

However, doing so will not benefit your team at all, but will instead foster a sense of laziness and fear of the enemy.

The border army camp is a good example.

The other end of the six columns.

Zhuo Lu, holding a long-handled copper hammer, stood in the middle, looking coldly at Lin Feng who was slowly approaching.

The rain slid across their heads and faces as they looked at each other.

Both of them had absolute confidence in their troops, so neither of them participated in the battle.

Lin Feng wanted to try his sword to see if it could cut through the opponent's bronze armor.

So, he gave up using bows and arrows to fight the enemy.

When the two were about ten steps apart, Lin Feng jumped off his horse.

He was not good at horse fighting, and he could not pretend to be good at it. He would never do anything that would risk his life.

Zhuo Lu sneered, squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, and charged forward.

He swung the copper hammer in his hand and smashed it down at Lin Feng from above.

It is actually not very flexible when fighting on horseback, especially in single-player combat.

If it is a charge, the warhorse can also play a huge impact role.

However, facing a master like Lin Feng, riding on a horse seemed redundant and clumsy.

When Zhuo Lu's warhorse hit him, Lin Feng jumped to the side, avoiding the horse's hooves and the copper hammer, and swept the horse's legs with his long sword.

After Zhuolu's warhorse rushed out a few steps, one of its legs was cut off and the horse fell forward.

Zhuo Lu pressed the saddle with one hand and flew to the side, avoiding the warhorse.

At this time, the two faced each other coldly again.

Without his warhorse, Zhuo Lu was short in stature, with two thick, short, bow legs, and lost all his advantages compared to Lin Feng.

After a moment of silence, the two men bowed and rushed towards each other.

Use the knife and hammer to strike at the same place.

Lin Feng's long sword drew sparks on Zhuo Lu's bronze armor.

Zhuolu's copper hammer made a deep hole when it hit the ground.

On a real battlefield, there aren't so many tricks. The two of them only collided two or three times to decide the winner.

The steel knife developed by Lin Feng did not disappoint him.

And this body also well implemented his fighting intentions from his previous life.

After many life-and-death battles, they became more coordinated.

Although Lin Feng's arm was numbed by Zhuo Lu's copper hammer, he still made full use of the advantages of the wind-splitting sword technique.

Zhuo Lu's bronze armor could not withstand his three sword strikes.

The bronze armor was chopped into pieces and the pieces fell to the ground.

With the fourth cut, blood appeared on Zhuolu's body, and with the fifth cut, one of Zhuolu's arms was chopped off.

Zhuo Lu, covered in blood, rushed forward like a madman, regardless of his life.

Unfortunately, facing the wise and brave Lin Feng, his throat was eventually cut by a knife.

The huge head flew into the air, announcing that the battle had entered its final stage.

The six square teams ended the battle almost at the same time.

There was blood everywhere, and broken limbs, human heads, and horse heads were scattered all over the street.

The battlefield was extremely bloody, stimulating everyone's visual nerves.

Lin Feng raised his long sword, stood in the middle of the six columns, and silently looked at the surviving soldiers.

These soldiers who have experienced bloody killings will be their precious elite fighters.

Bai Jing has already come down from the city wall, and each unit is counting the damage data.

Wen Cheng brought two people to register each team one by one.

There were no living Tartars at the scene.

Engineers began to appear, clean up the battlefield and collect the spoils.

Lin Feng also returned to his central military command headquarters.

He took off his wet coat and took the towel that Xie Zhong handed him.

Fan Jinsong brought him hot tea.

Not long after, Bai Jing and Lin Qiaomei also returned to the command center.

Bai Jing didn't say anything and stood silently beside the table.

Lin Qiaomei was very excited.

"Brother, I shot and killed three Tartars, two of whom were armored."

Lin Feng nodded and praised: "Very impressive, you are very brave."

The petite woman in front of him was a ruthless character capable of wiping out an entire family. She was basically immune to the bloody battlefield just now.

"Brother, what reward do you give me?"

"Well, I'll give you rewards according to the military standards."

"What about promotion?"

Lin Feng scratched his head and had no idea what these idiots in the military were thinking.

I once advanced nine levels in a row, but it just didn't work.

"Qiaomei, do you want to be promoted to a higher position than me?"