Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 174 Another Street Fight

All the guards began to replenish their strength.

It was precisely because of Lin Feng's presence that these people felt so relaxed.

In their hearts, Lin Feng is an undefeated god of war who has always been invincible.

Lin Feng touched a package next to the saddle.

This was hung here for him by Bai Jing before he left.

Inside was a piece of dried meat and a small pot of strong liquor.

Lin Feng felt warm in his heart.

As the spicy wine enters my throat, a warm current flows down my esophagus, and my whole body immediately feels comfortable.

As the food enters the stomach, the mind becomes more active.

"These Tartars must be exhausted. We are all elites. I don't believe they are much stronger than us."

Lin Feng smiled as he chewed the dried meat.

"That's what I was saying, why did you stop so suddenly?"

“They’re made of meat, too.”

"I even chopped down four or five more."

"Pah, only four or five. I'm counting them. Nine. Four of them I chopped off the heads of."

A group of guards started talking among themselves.

A guard asked Lin Feng: "General, how many did you kill?"

"I haven't counted them, but it must be quite a lot."

"Well, there are always a hundred or so."

Lin Feng laughed and scolded: "Stop bragging for me. Look at the Tartars in front of us. There are less than a hundred of them. Let me go and chop them down alone."

"Hahaha..."

"General, you have to leave me a few heads to chop off."

They ate and talked and laughed, not taking the nearly one hundred Tartar cavalrymen seriously at all.

Lin Feng looked at the distance between the two sides and gave the order.

"Dismount and let the horse rest for a while."

Everyone jumped off their horses, and some even took water to feed the horses.

Strangely, the Tartars on the opposite side dismounted when they saw them.

He also jumped off the horse.

Many Tartars even sat down on the ground.

I think he is very tired.

Lin Feng calculated that if he still had a crossbow in his hand, these Tartars could really be dealt with.

Unfortunately, the camp was broken into and set on fire last night, so all the crossbows were used up.

I'm afraid these guards are all gone.

Because they were going to set fire to the food, they traveled light and did not even bring their own bow and arrows.

"Xie Zhong, please count the number of people."

"No need to order, General. There are fifteen in total."

"Is anyone injured? Those with injuries will follow later."

Lin Feng sighed.

The loss this time is quite large. I wonder if the others have escaped or died?

He looked around.

"Xie Zhong, do you know where this place is?"

The guards looked around for a while and shook their heads.

Lin Feng nodded and spit out.

"Everyone mount up."

All the guards jumped up from the ground without hesitation, grabbed their war horses, and climbed onto their backs.

Some have already drawn their swords, their faces grim and murderous.

"Follow me closely, those who fall behind will die at their own risk!"

"Dare not to die!"

The guards shouted in unison.

"Okay, let's go!"

Lin Feng turned the reins and urged the horse forward.

The guards were stunned.

Why is it rushing over there?

There were too many Tartars, and Lin Feng felt that it would be better to continue running away than to fight to the death.

So he turned his horse around and galloped away with his guards.

Seeing this, the Tartars who were more than a mile away also jumped on their horses and chased after them.

They were all extremely tired and didn't have any more strength.

The competition between the two sides is about endurance and perseverance.

This run lasted more than half an hour, and just when everyone was about to give up.

A village appeared not far ahead.

Lin Feng was overjoyed when he saw this. Fighting a street battle with the Tartars was much better than a horse battle.

He raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the village and shouted loudly.

"Run that way, into the village, and we'll win."

Everyone followed him and turned around and ran towards the village.

Being chased by the Tartars, more than a dozen people were exhausted and ran for their lives. They split into several groups at the village entrance and rushed into the village.

The entire west district of the town was ravaged by the Tartars, leaving nine out of ten houses empty.

The houses in the village were dilapidated, with broken walls and ruins everywhere, and no one was there.

"Everyone dismount, find a hidden spot, and snipe the Tartars."

Lin Feng shouted loudly and rode his horse into a dilapidated yard.

These guards have been following Lin Feng for a long time and have participated in many training sessions.

Including street fighting.

Without too many instructions, they all know what to do.

Lin Feng jumped off the horse and felt his legs go weak and the inside of his thighs were burning with pain.

Hearing that the Tartar's warhorse had rushed into the village, he reached out, drew out his steel knife, and slapped the horse on the buttocks.

The warhorse was as tired as a dog. After being slapped, it was not excited and trotted away to another place.

Lin Feng had no time to care about it. He saw that the Tartars had already rushed to the entrance of the yard on horseback.

Four or five Tartar cavalrymen rushed into the yard, howling and running towards Lin Feng with swords raised.

Lin Feng would never fight them head-on, so he turned around and went into the dilapidated house behind him.

The Tartars were stunned and looked at each other.

Almost at the same time, they jumped off their horses and rushed into the house with knives in hand.

The first Tartar had just rushed in halfway when his eyes were caught by a flash of light and he lost consciousness before he could make a sound.

Lin Feng's knife was quick. After rushing into the house, he slashed with his backhand.

He accurately cut the neck of the first Tartar.

The other Tartars ignored the death of their accomplices and rushed into the house fiercely.

The Tatars' combat effectiveness was greatly reduced after they gave up their war horses.

Lin Feng swung his knife and cut off the second Tartar's head before they could react.

He dodged the third Tartar's knife, raised his knife and chopped down another Tartar.

With a turn, the wind-splitting sword made the Tartar's eyes dizzy and he didn't know how to resist.

Lin Feng leaned his hand on the knife and lay on the ground, breathing heavily.

Although it only took a few breaths, it took him a lot of effort.

The bodies of five Tartars lay on the ground.

However, the sound of horse hooves rang out again in the broken yard.

After catching his breath, Lin Feng leaned over and took the bow and arrow from a Tartar.

He puts the arrow on the bow and draws it in one go.

With a twist of his body, an arrow shot out from the door.

A Tartar rushed towards him and hit him in the throat.

Without even thinking about it, the second arrow and the third arrow flew out one after another.

The two Tartars ran forward one after the other, and the result was tragic.

The one in front was hit by an arrow and fell over, and the one behind was also hit in the face by an arrow.

For a moment, the fearless Tartars were a little dumbfounded.

Seven or eight Tartars immediately stood in the yard, all hesitating.

Faced with such a situation, the Tartars were not foolish enough to rush forward and die.

The Tartar's hesitation gave Lin Feng a chance to catch his breath.

Drawing the bow is a strenuous job. After drawing the bow three times in a row, my arms felt a little sore.

After a brief hesitation, the Tatars became much more cautious, holding knives in their hands and moving step by step into the house.

The yard was sunny and the house was dark.

You can't see what's going on inside the house from outside.

The Tartar standing in the front brandished his scimitar and stepped forward.

During the brief moment when my eyes adjusted, I felt a chill on my neck and then lost consciousness.

Another Tartar, who was smarter, saw the Tartar in front of him fall, so he rolled forward and rolled into the house.

But it was no use, he didn't even stand up.

The back of his neck was cut off with a knife.

Lin Feng's knife was too fast for them to react at all.

After losing three more Tartars in a row, the people outside finally came to their senses.

The people in this room are not to be trifled with.

Nearly a hundred Tartar cavalrymen dispersed into the village, and there were more than twenty Tartars surrounding the house where Lin Feng was.

After discussing with the Tartars in the yard, they immediately began to ride their horses and ram the earthen walls of the house.

They wanted to bury Lin Feng in the house.