Frontier Army Warrior

Lin Feng was very patient. He sat quietly on the hillside and looked into the distance.

Even though it was already past noon.

In his previous life, he was more resilient than others, so he took one more step than others.

Based on the terrain he surveyed and the map, he was sure that this was the only way for the Tartars to attack Lingdouzi Village.

Sure enough, just after noon, several black spots appeared in the distance.

After a while, Lin Feng could already see that there were five small black dots moving.

The five riders of the Tiezhen tribe trotted along the country road, raising a trail of dust.

When he got closer, Lin Feng discovered that among the five riders there were two armored knights and three Tatars in plain clothes.

The five strong horses soon arrived at the foot of the mountain. They reined in their horses together and looked up.

The slope of this ridge is not steep at first, but there is a steep slope.

The five Tartars discussed for a moment at the foot of the ridge, then rode their horses and rushed up the ridge.

Everything happened as Lin Feng expected.

At this time, Lin Feng had already taken off the bow, hung the bowstring, and adjusted the angle.

After putting the arrow on the rod, he looked at the white-haired Tartar who was gradually approaching.

This Tartar was the one who escaped from the beacon tower.

He knows the exact location of the beacon tower, so we must kill him first.

From about eighty steps, slowly approaching to sixty steps.

Given the quality of the bow and arrow in Lin Feng's hand, fifty steps is the most suitable shooting distance.

They rode to the steep slope and had to dismount and lead the way.

Lin Feng quietly pulled the bowstring, slowly pulled a full moon bow, and the arrow moved gently.

When the Tartar warrior led his horse within the fifty steps he had set, Lin Feng loosened his right hand.

With a clang, the bowstring sounded and the arrow disappeared from sight.

The Tartar was very alert. After hearing the unusual noise, he turned his head to look at Lin Feng.

The armored man behind Bai Shen was more experienced, and he shouted loudly.

Maybe it was to remind the Tartar Baishen to pay attention.

Unfortunately, the bow and arrow were too fast. When they heard the sound, an arrow with a three-edged arrowhead pierced into the throat of the Tartar Baishen.

Without a word, he fell down the hillside and rolled down the steep slope.

The other four Tartars shouted loudly and drew their long swords. Some of them pulled their bows and arrows and looked around vigilantly for targets.

Lin Feng hid behind the bushes, leisurely drew out an arrow and put it on the bow.

When I was shooting arrows in my previous life, I used cat whiskers to reduce vibration, making the sound of the bowstring extremely small.

Of course, he couldn't care less about these things at this time. He pulled the bowstring again, squinted his eyes through the gaps in the bushes, and aimed at a Tartar armored man.

Knowing that these armored soldiers were experienced, we could not shoot them in the throat, so we could only take out their eyes.

Lin Feng let go again, and the arrow passed through the gap in the bushes and suddenly appeared in front of the Tartar, sticking to a rock.

As the armored man was staring wide-eyed to search for his target, he suddenly felt a pain in his left eye and his brain was shaken.

He opened his mouth and wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

Just fell on his back.

The remaining three Tartars knew that they had encountered a master, and they quickly crawled on the slope, not daring to move.

Lin Feng also quietly put down his bow and arrow, and took a sip of water from the kettle.

The distance of fifty steps is equivalent to about seventy-five meters now. At this distance, if you hide behind the bushes, the opponent will not be able to find any flaws.

The two sides began to compete in patience, which was also Lin Feng's best skill.

He simply lay on his back on the ground, looking at the blue sky and white clouds.

The three Tartars lay on the slope for a long time without making any movement.

A Tartar looked up quietly and looked around in confusion.

Nearly another quarter of an hour passed, and there was still no movement around.

One of the Tartars could not bear it any longer, so he held his long sword in front of him and slowly crawled forward with his body bent.

Lin Feng lay on the ground, twirling his fingers and counting in his mouth.

When he counted to one hundred and eighty, he turned over, grabbed the bow and arrow, and drew the bowstring.

At this moment, the Tartar Bai Shen, seeing that there was no movement, boldly stood up and looked towards the place where the arrow had just come from.

What awaited him was another flying arrow.

This time the arrow almost pierced his throat, carrying his body down two or three steps from a height before crashing to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.

The armored Tartar had lost all his courage. He pressed his body against the ground and waved to the back.

The two Tartars began to slide down the hillside.

When he reached the bottom of the slope, he suddenly jumped up, hung his body on the side of the horse's back, and whipped the horse's buttocks hard.

The two war horses felt pain and rushed down the ridge with their four hooves rolling.

Seeing them run away, Lin Feng stood up from behind the bushes and brushed the dust off his butt.

The bow and arrow in his hand was of too poor quality to shoot a hundred steps, so he could only let the Tartars escape.

He walked slowly to the three Tartar corpses.

These Iron Masters are praised to the sky, so it’s not difficult to kill them.

One in iron armor, two in white.

Level one, level two, level three...

"Fuck, what kind of official have I become?"

The current level five plus the previous level four makes a total of nine levels?

Didn’t I reach the top in one go?

Lin Feng was no longer very confident, as he felt that this reward policy was unreasonable.

There must be some links that I don’t know about.

Put aside your messy thoughts and start dragging the Tartar's body.

First we have to get the food off their horses, it's life-saving.

Master Tie's warhorse had seen the world, and even after its master died, it did not run around. It just jumped a few times in fright, and then ran to stay nearby.

There is little grass in this barren land.

Unless the warhorse returns to the camp on its own, it will starve to death if it runs around.

It took Lin Feng half a day to strip the three Tartars almost naked, and all the supplies he had obtained were tied to his horse's back.

He used the knife to measure the Tartar's neck several times.

In the end, he didn't do it because he felt that the person was already dead and it would be a traumatic experience if he chopped off his head.

Finally, they dragged the bodies of several Tartars to a depression, and then led a few horses back.

By the time he returned to the Lingdouzi Beacon Tower Camp, it was completely dark.

There was no light in the entire camp and it was completely dark.

Lin Feng stood in front of the trench in confusion, frowning as he looked at the dark camp.

Are they all scared away?

Why is there no light even from the thatched hut?

There was no other way, Lin Feng could only shout.

"I'm Lin Feng. Is there anyone still alive? Come out and open the door."

"Are they all fucking dead?"

After shouting twice, a dark head appeared on the camp fence and began to speak.

"Sergeant, are you still alive?"

"Could it be that I am a ghost?"

The man turned around and said, "It really is Sergeant. Didn't you say he ran away?"

"Don't talk nonsense. If the sergeant hears you, he'll chop off your head."

There was a burst of low commotion in front of the camp gate.

In the quiet night, Lin Feng heard all these words.

After a while, I heard the suspension bridge fall down with a creaking sound.

The camp gate was also opened.

Cui lit a torch and walked out.

"Hey, Captain Wu, you're finally back. I've been waiting for you all day."

Following behind Cui Yijiao was Li Xiong.

"That's right, Sergeant, why are you back at this hour?"

"The whole family is worried about you..."

Cui Yijiao forgot the second half of his words because of the scene before him.

The light of the torches illuminated the three war horses behind Lin Feng.

Each warhorse was carrying a lot of things, the most conspicuous of which were sheepskin clothes and bags of grain.

Weapons such as long swords, bows and arrows were also hung on the saddle.

The most eye-catching thing is two pieces of iron armor hanging on the back of a horse.

Everyone knows that these are the equipment of the armored Tartars.

Four people came out of the camp, each of their eyes sparkling in the light of the torches.

Cui Yijiao stammered, "This...this is..."

The voice of a woman behind them seemed very calm.

"How many Tartars did Sergeant Lin kill?"