Frontier Army Warrior

Lin Feng was relaxed on the outside but tense on the inside. He made a wind-splitting sword move with his sword, his eyes fixed on Zhuang Zailong who was approaching.

The distance between the two men was getting closer and closer, until they were five steps apart, and then Zhuang Zailong stopped.

Everyone around held their breath nervously, staring at the two of them without blinking.

Bai Jing was standing at the window of a room on the side, her face pale with nervousness.

Lin Qiaomei was much calmer. She just put three feather arrows on the soft bow and looked at Zhuang Zailong quietly.

Zhuang Zailong adjusted his breathing and exerted pressure on Lin Feng.

Unfortunately, Lin Feng remained unmoved, holding the long sword firmly in his hand, his eyes searching for the opponent's flaws.

Just in the silence, someone's warhorse suddenly snorted, breaking the silence all around.

At the same time, Lin Feng also moved, and his long sword cut through the sky and stabbed straight at Zhuang Zailong.

Zhuang Zailong swung his iron rod to block the long knife and squeezed in sideways.

Lin Feng changed his sword style and cut down his opponent again.

Their weapons didn't touch, they just switched bodies back and forth.

The people around could not see the two men's movements at all, nor could they hear the sound of weapons clashing.

This battle lasted much longer than the last one.

After about a dozen breaths, the two men stepped back and separated.

Lin Feng's face turned pale, his breathing became rapid, and the long sword in his hand trembled slightly.

Zhuang Zailong had a calm expression, his internal energy skills were very sophisticated, and he held the iron rod steadily in his hand.

However, Qin Fang, who was nearby, immediately discovered that red liquid was oozing out from Zhuang Zailong's waist and hips.

There was another moment of silence before the two of them rushed forward together.

When they separated, Lin Feng was still the same, but Zhuang Zailong's hands began to tremble.

Her originally rosy complexion now looked slightly pale.

He was wearing a gray warrior outfit, with the clothes sticking to his body at the waist and back.

The third collision was even shorter, and they separated almost instantly.

Zhuang Zailong's hair was a little messy and the bloodstains on his body were very obvious.

Everyone around could see that Zhuang Zailong's clothes were torn in several places, and blood was flowing out uncontrollably.

This time he took two more steps back, holding the iron rod and squinting his eyes.

"Lin Feng, good tricks, your knife is also extraordinary."

At this time, Lin Feng was almost bent over to breathe, and the knife in his hand was leaning on the ground.

He had expended too much energy and strength, but fortunately the knife in his hand had been lightened a lot.

If I still had the original thick-backed long sword, I would probably have been defeated by now.

"Zhuang Zailong, you are so hard to kill."

If there weren't so many eyes watching him, Lin Feng would have wanted to step back and sit down to rest for a while.

Zhuang Zailong suddenly threw away the iron rod in his hand because he knew that the iron rod could not stop Lin Feng's long sword.

It would be better to concentrate on using physical skills and fight with Lin Feng.

The two men collided again, this time for a little longer, and no one could see their movements clearly.

There was only a flash of knife in his eyes.

Suddenly, Lin Feng's long sword flew into the air, and his men retreated several steps and sat down on the ground.

Everyone around exclaimed.

He originally wanted to try to stand up, but after trying twice, he gave up.

Zhuang Zailong casually threw three feather arrows to the ground with a miserable smile on his face.

"Lin Feng, does this count as you finding help?"

Lin Feng sat on the ground, breathing heavily, and glanced at Lin Qiaomei who was hiding in the window.

"We...didn't say...hello."

"Well, you, Lin Feng, are the first and last formidable opponent I've encountered. If we're just talking about fists and kicks, you're no match for me."

Lin Feng shook his head: "You have a knife in your hand, why don't you use it?"

"Zhuang's loss was not unfair."

While the two were talking, more blood gushed out of Zhuang Zailong's body.

He swayed a bit, and finally lost his rock-steady momentum.

"If I could, I could save your life."

Lin Feng stared at the increasing amount of blood on Zhuang Zailong's body, feeling a little regretful.

Zhuang Zailong smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"It's too late. Zhuang accepts his fate, but you, Lin Feng, have gotten into big trouble. Take care of yourself."

After Zhuang Zailong finished speaking, his body could no longer support him and he fell backwards to the ground with a bang.

Lin Feng stared blankly at the corpse lying on the ground, not knowing what to think for a moment.

Qin Fang turned around and shouted at Zhang Tonghua and others.

"Why, do you want to go with this man?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud clatter and more than twenty riders threw their weapons to the ground almost at the same time.

Soldiers rushed out from the side, holding long spears and shouting loudly.

"Get off your horse, squat on the ground, and put your head in your hands."

Bai Jing and Lin Qiaomei helped Lin Feng up from the left and right.

Stumbled into the house.

"I didn't expect this battle to be so difficult, but it also proves that my sword is very sharp."

"It's okay, as long as you're okay."

Lin Qiaomei was very depressed.

"Brother, are my arrows so useless?"

"Then who will score?"

"How do you feel now?"

"I just feel weak all over, limp and can't muster any energy."

"This battle was so tough, I couldn't even see how you two fought."

Lin Feng half-lying on the chair, recalling the battle just now.

Although I was exhausted, I felt that my spirit and this body had become more integrated.

Bai Jing made a pot of hot tea, held Lin Feng's back with one hand, and gently fed him two sips with the other hand.

After resting for two quarters of an hour, Lin Feng finally recovered.

"Let Qin Fang come in. I have something to say."

When Qin Fang walked into the room, Lin Feng was already sitting upright on a chair, looking at Qin Fang with a smile on his face.

"General Lin is truly a god. In Qin Fang's opinion, Zhuang Zailong's skills have reached the highest level. I never expected him to die at your hands. I've really opened my eyes."

"Okay, can't you see how tired I am? Sit down and talk."

The two sat opposite each other and Bai Jing brought them tea.

Lin Feng pondered for a moment.

"I want to know the current situation of Border Town."

"The Tartars are not good at attacking cities. The border town is currently relatively stable, but it's difficult to transport food and fodder in."

"Stability is good. I want to take over Qingshui County to alleviate the current predicament."

"General Lin, please do as you please. Qingshui has surrendered to the enemy, so it should be returned to the Dazong."

After a long silence, Lin Feng looked up at Qin Fang.

"I'm afraid the border troops won't support me."

Qin Fang raised his hand and said, "On behalf of the Zhenxi Protectorate Army, I fully support General Lin."

Lin Feng laughed and said, "Your support is useless. I need official approval."

"I will return to the border town as soon as possible and try to get official credit from General Lin."

Lin Feng glanced at him doubtfully.

"can you?"

"General Lin, please trust me, Qin Fang. Go ahead and get some clean water. I promise that the official authorization will arrive soon."

"You mean, General Qin Zhong will grant me, Lin Feng, a letter of trust?"

"Exactly."

Lin Feng fell silent again, he was thinking about his future direction.

To establish one's own base, one does need official support.

Cui Yong, the general of the border army, obviously did not recognize himself, and acquiesced in the misappropriation of military achievements, and did not actively resist the invasion of the Tartars.

Qin Fang in front of him was upright and seemed to be a man of his words.

No matter what, I must grow and develop as soon as possible.

Only when you are strong can you be trusted.

"Qin Fang, why do you trust me, Lin Feng, so much?"

Qin Fang stood up and pointed in the direction of the city wall.

"Just look at the Tartar head hanging on General Lin's building. Who would dare to provoke the Tartars like this?"

Qin Fang's face turned red and he was a little excited.

"Look at your castle again. A centurion, without the support of border troops, was able to build such a large castle. How can I, Qin Fang, not believe my eyes?"

"Well, in that case, let's cooperate sincerely and drive the Tartars out of the Dazong border."

"It's great! Qin Fang will fight to the death!"