Frontier Army Warrior

Goudan's eyes were a little unfocused, and his two dirty little hands were scratching his messy hair hard.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"Yeah...same as me."

Lin Feng looked at Goudan carefully. He was skinny, his face was covered with dirt, and his clothes were tattered.

He turned his head to look at Goudan's father standing outside the door, and he looked almost the same.

Lin Feng sighed. He only knew how to train the army, develop new weapons, and build castles.

I forgot to provide these laborers with some clothes, although I tried my best to provide them with food.

However, if you want to support your wife and children by yourself, you may not be able to do it.

"Goudan, if you see that person again, will you still recognize him?"

Goudan wrinkled his face and shook his head.

"Okay, eat it."

Goudan immediately stretched out his two dirty hands, grabbed the food on the table and stuffed it into his mouth.

Lin Feng stood up and walked out the door, looking up at the night sky.

"I'll deal with Shuhu and Mubendi first. Try to stay by my side for the next two days."

"I know, brother."

It was late at night, and more than 300 Tatars were still circling the castle, dodging arrows and stones from the city walls.

Lin Feng's five hundred soldiers, divided into teams of one hundred men each, attacked the city for an hour and a half.

Then the second team goes up to the city, and the first team returns to the camp to drink water, eat, and sleep.

An hour and a half later, the third team went up to the city and the second team returned to the camp.

The fourth and fifth teams respectively.

Then came the first team, the second team...

After two days and three nights, there were only a few Tartars left, less than a hundred people.

Moreover, these hundred or so Tartars were all exhausted, confused and unable to tell east from west.

Lin Feng’s five centurions couldn’t sleep.

The reward for a Tartar civilian was five taels of silver and ten mu of land.

Ten ounces of armor and a hundred acres of land.

This time, Lin Feng deleted the reward of promotion because he couldn't afford it.

There is silver. Mu Bendi just sent over several thousand taels, which is just right for use.

Almost all of Kimoto's soldiers were killed or wounded, leaving only his two guards, who were still guarding him.

Although Shuhu's physical strength is beyond that of ordinary people, he is almost unable to endure it.

The soldiers on the city wall were all in good spirits. After having eaten and rested enough, they began to torment the Tartars.

Even if a person does not do physical work, he cannot stand not sleeping for two days and three nights.

What's more, we are always in life-and-death situations, so even gods can be of no use.

At this time, Shuhu was leaning against the city wall, holding a shield in his hand. He did not dodge even though the soldiers on the city wall threw stones at him, but stood firm and did not move.

The other Tatars also gave up trying to escape and hid under their horses, allowing themselves to be slaughtered.

Some even lay under the horses and fell asleep.

Stoned to death in his sleep.

Many Tartars, unable to withstand the mental pressure, jumped into the trenches and committed suicide.

At noon on the third day, Lin Feng had the city gate dug open.

He came out of the city gate with four guards and five centurions.

First he saw Mu Honda.

The two guards placed a shield over Mu Honda, their bodies stiff and motionless.

They guard their masters until death.

Mu Bentian sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, like an old monk in meditation, leaving life and death to fate.

Lin Feng squatted in front of him and used his hand to feel Mu Bentian's breath.

"This guy is actually still alive. His physique is well maintained."

Lin Feng exclaimed in admiration.

When Mu Bentian heard the voice, he slowly opened his eyes.

It was as if I had lost focus, and it took me a while to adjust before I could see clearly who was in front of me.

"You...you, so...cruel..."

Lin Feng ignored him, stood up and pointed at Mu Honda.

"This man, chained in a wooden yoke, dared to defect to the Tartars. He must be made an example of."

Everyone followed Lin Feng and came to Shuhu again.

Shuhu was in much stronger spirit, staring at Lin Feng with his big eyes as if fire was about to burst out.

Lin Feng patted Shuhu's head.

"Oh, why bother? What are you doing in Dazhong? Lock this up too. This example is more convincing."

He stood up and turned around.

"Let's kill them all so they don't suffer anymore. I hope they can be reborn as good people in their next life."

Shuhu had no strength to resist and allowed several soldiers to shackle his neck and hands with heavy wooden shackles.

Four soldiers carried him into the castle.

"Have the engineers put up the new suspension bridge. We need to go to Qingshui to get some money and food."

Then he turned and looked at the centurions.

"Start cleaning up the battlefield and grabbing heads."

The five centurions immediately shouted towards the city wall.

Each of them shouted loudly to his own captain and ordered his own team to rush down and grab the heads.

Five hundred soldiers rushed out of the city gate, divided into left and right, and dispersed.

A Tartar head is only worth five taels of silver, how can we not fight to the death?

Two days later, Wanyan Qingtian received the battle report.

His pupils almost shrank into cat eyes, and he sat in the chair blankly for a long time without moving.

Since he led 40,000 cavalrymen into the Dazong border, he had never suffered such a severe blow.

Five hundred cavalrymen, not a single one returned.

After a while, someone called Wendihan and threw the battle report to him.

Wendihan's expression was even more interesting. He looked at the battle report in his hand with a sad face, twisting his head from side to side, not knowing what to do.

In this castle they had already lost eight hundred cavalry.

Among them are Wanyan Qingtian’s one hundred elite soldiers.

The two looked at each other, and after a moment, shook their heads at the same time.

They didn't speak, but they understood each other.

From now on, no one can be sent to this remote place.

Wanyan Qingtian drew a circle on the map around a large area of ​​land surrounding Huxi Township.

This means that this place will be the restricted area for Master Tie from now on.

Before they made a thorough plan of annihilation.

Anyone who goes in without knowing what's good for them will bear the consequences.

Qin Fang personally brought the battle report back to the border town and handed it to General Qin.

Qin Zhong watched and shook his head: "How is it possible? Not a single soldier was lost, and they wiped out 500 enemies? This is not something a human can do..."

Qin Fang was standing by and recounted in detail what he had seen and heard.

Qin Zhong stroked his beard and didn't say anything for a long time.

"Qin Fang, how do you think I should treat this person?"

"Of course, he will be promoted and reused."

"But, even this great general cannot achieve such a record."

"Just know your people and assign them to the right positions. Leave the fighting to Lin Feng."

Qin Zhong nodded: "That's how it should be. There is hope for our clan now."

"Give him a thousand-man captain first, don't let him get too carried away."

Qin Zhong looked at Qin Fang with relief.

"I'm so lucky to have sent you out to contact heroes from all sides. I didn't expect you to dig up a treasure for me."

"Father, I am worried about you."

"Yes, good boy, you must win over Lin Feng."

"Don't worry, we get along very well."

"Okay, okay, bring some wine to my father."

Each party reacted differently to the battle report.

When Cui Yong looked at the battle report in his hand, he didn't know what he was thinking.

But after a while, he let out a long sigh.

"Is it because I am old?"

After reading the battle report, Song Yi smiled disdainfully.

"General, the strong will break easily. If you do this, you will inevitably invite the cruel revenge of Master Tie."

Seeing Cui Yong's gloomy face, Song Yi hurriedly continued.

"General, your strategy is truly far-sighted. It not only preserves the strength of the border troops, but also contains the power of the Tartars. Otherwise, Lin Feng would have been killed by the Tartars countless times."

Cui Yong nodded woodenly, his eyes becoming a little brighter.

Mo Yong frowned and said, "General, Lin Feng is the centurion of the Bingzi Battalion of the Border Army. Shouldn't he be promoted?"

Song Yi immediately said, "No, Master Tie has suffered such heavy losses and is about to launch a thunderous revenge. General, it is best for us to remain still."

Cui Yong waved his hand wearily: "Let this general think about it."