Frontier Army Warrior

The two were relatively speechless.

After a while, Lin Feng asked.

"Do you know the background of Zhuang Zailong?"

Qin Fang hesitated and said, "I just heard that he seemed to be the guard of a high-ranking official in Kyoto. I don't know why he ended up here."

"Can this person be used for your own purposes?"

"It's difficult. Such a master won't be tempted unless there is a high price."

Lin Feng shook his head and sighed: "Alas, it's a pity to kill him."

Qin Fang laughed and said, "In General Lin's eyes, there are no masters. I heard that Shu Xiong was one of the best masters in the Bronze Armor, but he also met his end at the hands of General Lin. Qin Fang admires him."

"Stop talking nonsense and go get that Zhuang Zailong guy in here first."

"Yes, get rid of one of Mu Honda's fierce dogs and make them uncomfortable."

Qin Fang also nodded vigorously in agreement.

Seeing him turn around and walk out, Lin Feng raised his hand to stop him.

"Wait a minute, Captain Qin, can we take over Qingshui County?"

Qin Fang widened his eyes in surprise and turned to look at Lin Feng.

"General Lin has great ambitions. A large county town..."

Lin Feng pointed in the direction of the city gate.

"Are they more ferocious than those Tartars?"

"Haha, that's possible, quite possible..."

Qin Fang was speechless. Thinking about the large number of Tartar heads killed in just one county, it was too easy for Lin Feng.

Qin Fang knew too well the combat capabilities of the 500 soldiers in the county town.

Facing the attack of the Tatars, only thirty or fifty cavalrymen were needed to break the morale of the army.

Lin Feng waved his hand, signaling him to quickly go and deceive Zhuang Zailong.

He really wanted to try whether the steel knife he made by refining it in a blast furnace could break Lao Zhuang's iron armor.

Qin Fang took a few steps back, jumped on his horse, and rode towards the city gate.

After leaving the castle, Qin Fang ran thirty miles and returned to where Zhuang Zailong and others were hiding.

Seeing Qin Fang return safely, Zhuang Zailong breathed a sigh of relief.

He was also very optimistic about this young man, who was a master with a gun and a fierce warrior on the battlefield.

"Brother Qin, what's going on inside?"

Zhuang Zailong asked anxiously.

"Master Zhuang, there's a centurion from the border army inside. He heard we're from the Qingshui County government, and he's already prepared a feast for us."

Zhuang Zailong looked at Qin Fang in confusion.

"Why is a centurion so kind?"

"They are in urgent need of food and are running out of food."

"Oh, how many people are there?"

"From what I've observed, there are always fifty or sixty people."

Zhuang Zailong turned his head and looked at the tall city gate tower.

"How come there are only fifty or sixty people in such a big castle?"

"I don't know either. The time was too short and we didn't have a deep discussion."

"Then why did they build such a castle in this desolate place?"

Qin Fang shook his head: "I don't know either."

Zhuang Zailong was still hesitating, and Zhang Tonghua said from the side.

"Sir, since they are all large armies, we should be able to win them over."

Zhuang Zailong also felt that it would be difficult to explain if Shuhu asked them to find out the situation of the castle and just go back like that.

Since there are only fifty or sixty people in the castle, even if there are a hundred or eighty men and horses, with Zhuang Zailong's skills, he can still rush out.

Thinking of this, he waved his hand.

"Let's go into the city and meet this centurion."

Qin Fang breathed a sigh of relief and turned his horse around.

"Okay, I'll lead the way."

More than twenty horsemen followed Qin Fang and rushed towards the castle.

Qin Fang came to the suspension bridge and glanced at the city gate tower.

I saw that the Tartar heads that were originally hanging on the city wall had disappeared.

The city gate was also open, and two rows of soldiers stood in front of the gate, holding guns in a welcoming posture.

The drawbridge was lowered, and Qin Fang led everyone on horseback and headed inside.

Zhuang Zailong followed Qin Fang into the city gate, and everything in front of him made him even more confused.

What the hell is this? So many weird buildings. Aren’t they for living?

Before he could figure it out, the city gate behind him slowly closed.

Walking along the wide avenue in front of me, about a hundred steps ahead, I saw a tall man standing in the middle.

As the warhorse galloped forward, Zhuang Zailong finally saw the man's face clearly.

Lin Feng was seen holding a strange-looking long sword in front of him with both hands, looking at Zhuang Zailong with a smile on his face.

Zhuang Zailong's pupils shrank and he turned to look at Qin Fang.

He found that Qin Fang was also smiling at him.

He sighed, knowing that he had been tricked by Qin Fang, but it was too late.

Putting on a gentle face, Zhuang Zailong bowed on the horse.

"So it's Master Lu who's here. I apologize for the disrespect."

"Zhuang Zailong, I'm doing pretty well. I wonder how we can resolve our feud?"

Lin Feng borrowed Zhuang Zailong's words to test the other party's thoughts.

"Master Lu, the feud between us can be easily resolved. However, your letter of surrender is still in the hands of Master Mu. Have you ever thought about this?"

"I'm sorry, but the person who signed the letter of allegiance is Lu Sihuai. Now, let me introduce you to you."

Lin Feng paused.

"I am Lin Feng, Centurion of the Third Cavalry Squadron of the Bingzi Battalion of the Border Army."

Zhuang Zailong's pupils contracted again, his brows furrowed, and his right hand subconsciously reached for the weapon next to the saddle.

Qin Fang smiled and said, "Mr. Zhuang, are you surprised?"

"Hehe, that's a really good trick. I wonder what Centurion Lin's intention is?"

"I didn't have any intentions. I just wanted to cheat you out of some food. I didn't expect you to collude with the Tartars and offend the conscience of the people of Dazong."

"Humph, does the Dazong court still have any conscience towards its people?"

Lin Feng waved his hand to stop Zhuang Zailong from speaking.

"This level is too high. I just want to have enough food and clothes to live a good life for a few days."

"This request is not difficult. As long as you surrender to Lord Shuhu, you will not only have enough food and clothing, but also fine clothes and delicious food."

"Zhuang Zailong, I wonder if you've ever thought about the phrase 'seeking the skin of a tiger'? You're too superficial."

"Okay, enough nonsense, what do you want?"

Lin Feng held the knife in his hand across his eyes and touched the blade.

"I haven't had enough fun lately. Let me try this knife and see if it's any good."

"Lin Feng, there's no turning back?"

Lin Feng pointed his knife at the city gate tower behind Zhuang Zailong.

"Look carefully, is there any way to turn back?"

Zhuang Zailong turned his head in confusion and suddenly discovered that countless Tartar heads were hanging on the tall city gate tower.

"Brother Qin thought it looked ugly hanging outside, so I had someone hang it inside to inspire the soldiers' passion."

Qin Fang immediately raised his hand: "General Lin, I don't dislike you at all, I admire you so much."

Zhuang Zailong knew that the situation was irreversible.

Of course, it was just a test before, and I needed to give myself some time to think of a solution.

He knew very well who Lin Feng was. He was someone Lord Shuhu was determined to kill, so how could he cooperate with him?

Zhuang Zailong was very calm and very confident in his skills.

He slowly took down an iron rod hanging next to the saddle and got off the horse.

He hadn't used this iron rod for a long time, so relying solely on his internal strength, he had no opponent.

Using weapons at this time is worthy of Lin Feng, a master.

The twenty riders behind him sat on their horses in a daze, at a loss as to what to do.

Because they saw rows of bows and arrows on the roofs on both sides, aimed at them.

No one dared to make the slightest move.

Zhuang Zailong only had Lin Feng in his eyes. He picked up the iron rod and stepped forward step by step.