Kill the enemy and get a wife? I'll single-handedly slaughter my way through the Northern Barba

Feng Qing's marksmanship was sharp and elegant; every shot landed precisely on the Northern Barbarian soldiers, leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds.

The northern barbarian soldiers were either killed or wounded. Just as she was about to kill eight people, her footing suddenly faltered.

"what!"

Feng Qing gasped and instinctively tried to steady herself, only to find that her left ankle was tightly bound by the rope thrown out by the Northern Barbarian soldiers!

"fall!"

The Northern Barbarian soldiers on both sides, who were controlling the ropes, shouted loudly and pulled hard on the flanks.

Feng Qing lost her balance and fell to the ground.

Seeing her fall, the centurion Geller's eyes flashed with a sharp light, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey, and he raised his sword to slash at her.

"Clang!"

Seeing the long sword slashing down, Feng Qing mustered all her strength to raise her spear to block, managing to withstand the heavy blow from Gele.

"You're quite strong!"

Geller chuckled, his tone flippant and lewd: "Hehe, I love your fiery temper! Tough on the battlefield, sure to be hot in bed!"

Geler swung his sword repeatedly, the last strike being so powerful that it sent Feng Qing's peach blossom spear flying from her hand.

The gun barrel was covered with knife marks of varying depths, which drew an arc in the air before rolling to a corner in the distance.

"Bang!"

Geler punched Feng Qing in the abdomen, and the excruciating pain instantly drained all her strength.

She curled up, clutching her stomach and dry heaving incessantly.

Come here!

Geller reached out and lifted her up, his gaze lingering on her strikingly beautiful face, his greed almost overflowing.

"Tsk tsk! Such a beautiful woman, why did she have to become a rebel?"

"From now on, follow me, live the high life, and bear my children to carry on my family line!"

Feng Qing, panting heavily, sneered, "So what if you're a woman? We Han people, even in death, will drive you barbarians back to your homeland!"

Geller's smile froze instantly, a ferocious glint surging in his eyes.

He hated the stubbornness of the Han people of the Great Qian Dynasty the most. They were not afraid of death, refused to admit defeat, and were so tough that they were annoying!

"A traitor to the Han is a traitor to the Han, stubborn and unyielding!"

Geler grabbed Feng Qing's left shoulder with one hand and yanked it hard.

"Sizzle—"

Her clothes ripped open with a snap, revealing her fair and delicate skin underneath.

The night wind howled past, giving Feng Qing goosebumps all over her body.

The boisterous laughter of the northern barbarian soldiers all around her, along with their aggressive gazes, made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

it's over...

Feng Qing sighed inwardly. She had been so embarrassed just now that she had forgotten to kill herself, and now she had to suffer such humiliation.

Geller put down his long knife and reached out with his rough hands to touch Feng Qing's remaining clothes.

"I'll show you what I'm made of today, and see if you can still get hard in bed!"

Upon seeing this, the northern barbarian soldiers roared with excitement.

"Commander! Tear her apart! Show the brothers what you've got!"

"So white! This Han woman's body is whiter than goat's milk!"

"If I could play this even once, it would be worth dying for..."

Just as Geler's fingers gripped the remaining clothes, Feng Qing closed her eyes in despair.

Suddenly, the image of seeing Lin Feng off that night flashed through her mind.

He had promised that he would travel thousands of miles to find her, but he ultimately broke his promise...

"Whoosh!"

In the noisy night, a dark arrow suddenly pierced the air, rushing straight to the heart of the battlefield from the flank.

"Pfft!"

The armor-piercing arrow instantly pierced Geler's arm, and the immense force contained in the arrow pulled him nearly ten feet away.

"what!"

Geller let out a pig-like scream, pressing his hands tightly against his bleeding arms, his whole body convulsing in pain.

"Enemy attack! Kill them!"

Geller pointed to the roof of the shop 150 paces away, his voice distorted with pain.

The northern barbarian soldiers swarmed forward; those with bows and arrows immediately drew their bows and nocked arrows, while those without bows and arrows climbed up the eaves.

The archer on the roof remained motionless.

He drew his arrow, pulled back his bow, and fired—his movements were incredibly fast.

The armor-piercing arrow in his hand was like the scythe of death; each shot accurately claimed the life of a northern barbarian soldier.

Even more astonishingly, none of the twenty-odd Northern Barbarian soldiers who aimed their bows at him were able to fire an arrow.

His archery skills were precise and ruthless, often achieving the feat of shooting two or three birds with one arrow.

In the blink of an eye, all the archers were killed!

"Kill! Slaughter the Northern barbarians!"

Not far from the rooftop where Lin Feng was.

Wang Ling and Wan Qian led seven hundred soldiers out suddenly and engaged in a fierce battle with the Northern Barbarian soldiers who were climbing the roof.

Feng Qing stared at the familiar figure on the rooftop, her pupils shrinking as she could hardly believe her eyes.

It's him? !

He really came back!

With armor-piercing arrows still stuck in his arm, Geller felt a chill run down his spine as he gazed at Lin Feng's incredible archery skills.

This guy is terrifying; he's no match for him at all!

Geler quietly retreated, intending to slip away while Lin Feng was engaged in combat.

But Lin Feng had already seen through his thoughts. He raised his longbow and aimed it at him, his voice carrying an undeniable pressure: "You Tartar over there, I'll give you a chance. If you can dodge three of my arrows, I'll spare your life!"

Greben was terrified by his archery skills and dared not linger upon hearing this.

He turned and fled, deliberately taking a roundabout route in an attempt to avoid the arrows.

Lin Feng drew his bow and nocked an arrow, his tone languid: "First arrow."

"Whoosh!"

The arrow came hurtling through the air, and Geler shuddered in fright, instinctively dodging sharply to the left.

An arrow grazed his left ear, lifting a strand of hair.

Seeing that Lin Feng had missed, Geler was overjoyed and ran even faster.

"The second arrow."

Lin Feng drew his bow again and shot the arrow, which still missed slightly.

Geller was completely relieved; even a master archer can make a mistake...

"The third arrow."

Lin Feng's voice followed him like a shadow, and the sound of arrows cutting through the wind suddenly became sharp.

"Whoosh!"

With all his might, Geler rolled to the side, and with a "crack," the arrow pierced the blue bricks of the ground, penetrating three feet into the soil.

"Three arrows! I dodged all three! I won!"

Geller excitedly got up and turned to continue his escape.

But the next moment, a sharp pain shot through his chest, and all his strength was instantly drained away.

He looked down and saw that an armor-piercing arrow had already pierced his heart, and blood was gushing out.

"You...you fucking cheated!"

Geller fell backward, his eyes fixed on Lin Feng, filled with resentment and bitterness.

Give hope first, then crush it with your own hands.

This kind of death is a hundred times more painful than being killed with a single blow!

Lin Feng sneered, "I forgot to tell you, I never keep my word when it comes to the Northern Barbarians!"

He never intended to let Geller go from the beginning.

The way Geler humiliated Feng Qing had already ignited his anger.

That was just a game of cat and mouse, a way to torture this beast.

Lin Feng put away his longbow, leaped off the roof, and walked straight toward Feng Qing.

Her armor was covered in blood, her hair was disheveled, and her almond-shaped eyes stared at him without blinking. Her bare shoulder was particularly conspicuous in the night.

Her former spiritedness has faded, leaving only a hint of weariness and fragility, like a small white flower swaying precariously in the wind and rain.

The closer Lin Feng got, the more tears welled up in Feng Qing's eyes.

She was so pitiful that she evoked pity.

He took off his cloak and gently draped it over Feng Qing, covering her exposed skin completely.

"Bang!"

Feng Qing clenched her fist and slammed it into Lin Feng's breastplate. Her red lips were tightly pressed together, and her eyes were already red.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Punch after punch, not with great force, but carrying endless grievances.

Her little fists quickly turned red.

"You still know to come back! You still know to come back..."

Feng Qing was like a wronged kitten, venting her fear and lingering apprehension.

Until Raymond Lam stretched out his arms and gently pulled her into his embrace.

The stench of blood and the cold, hard aura of armor, mixed with the faint scent of pine wood emanating from Lin Feng, completely enveloped Feng Qing.

That was a familiar scent, instantly giving her a strong sense of security.

"Sorry I'm late."

Lin Feng sighed softly. He understood that Feng Qing's resentment was full of concern.

"I thought... I thought you'd never come back!"

Feng Qing could no longer hold back, and tears welled up in her eyes.

At first, she only sobbed softly, but later it became more and more intense, turning into a wail.

She once thought that Lin Feng had forgotten his promise, abandoned Jiming City, and abandoned her as well.

Now that I've finally seen the person I've been longing for, all my grievances, fears, and anxieties have found an outlet.

But the warmth was short-lived; a moment later, all of Gele's northern barbarian soldiers were killed.

"Where are General Shi and General Zhang?"

Lin Feng gently patted Feng Qing's back to calm her down, then asked softly.

"Brother Shi and Zhang Tie should be near the General's Mansion. We agreed to break out together, but they haven't arrived yet. They're probably being held up by the Northern Barbarian soldiers."

Feng Qing wiped away her tears, the vulnerability in her eyes faded, and she regained her usual calm and composure.

"Lin Feng, we can't abandon them."

Lin Feng nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the shop next to him, a thought flashing in his eyes.

"Wang Ling, Wan Qian!"

"Your subordinate is here!"

"Take your men immediately and move all the fireworks and firecrackers out of that shop, the sooner the better!"

"Yes, sir!"

The two men accepted the order and immediately led their men away in haste.

Just as Lin Feng and his group were making urgent preparations, a brutal meat grinder was taking place on a street near the General's Mansion.