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

Before Tali could finish speaking, an arrow suddenly shot through the dense forest ahead.

"Whoosh—"

This arrow was incredibly fast, its shaft far heavier than ordinary arrows, and it hurtled straight towards us with a whistling wind.

Tali's expression changed drastically, and he moved sideways with all his might.

"Sizzle!"

After a sharp crack, his clothes and leather armor were torn open by an arrow, and a horrifying wound that revealed the bone immediately appeared on his right arm.

The excruciating pain sent a shiver down Tari's spine. He dared not linger any longer and hastily hid behind the carriage.

This arrow was just the beginning; soon, a barrage of arrows came flying from the dense forest.

Ordinary arrows posed little threat to the Northern Barbarian soldiers, but the heavy, armor-piercing arrows were like the Grim Reaper's scythe, reaping lives.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

One of the northern barbarian soldiers was a little slow to dodge and was instantly pinned to death by an armor-piercing arrow on the grain cart.

Another soldier nearby hurriedly bent down to avoid the arrow, but he still couldn't escape the sniper's attack. The arrow pierced his head, and red and white substances splattered all over the ground...

"kill!"

When the arrows were exhausted, nearly twenty Northern Barbarian soldiers had fallen in pools of blood.

Wang Erhu and Zhang Ergou immediately led the remaining soldiers out to charge straight at the remaining Northern Barbarian remnants.

Upon seeing that the enemy numbered only ten, the wounded Northern Barbarian centurion Tari was immediately invigorated.

Although the Northern Barbarian soldiers transporting the supplies were not as elite as the front-line troops, he believed that dealing with these dozen or so men would still be a piece of cake.

"There aren't many enemies, follow me and kill them!"

Eager to claim credit, Tali led his soldiers straight up.

But after running only a few steps, many people suddenly tripped over something.

"call out--"

The mechanism, triggered by the thin thread, suddenly activated, and countless sharpened branches rained down from the tree.

"asshole!"

Tali parried the incoming projectiles with his sword, shouting curses, "These Han dogs only know how to use underhanded tricks! I'll wipe you all out!"

Tali could block the hidden weapons, but his Northern Barbarian soldiers were not so lucky.

In an instant, eight more people were hit by arrows and fell to the ground, lying there helplessly wailing.

Just as Tari was gripped by impotent rage, another arrow was shot from the dense forest.

"Whoosh!"

The force of this armor-piercing arrow was terrifying; by the time Tari noticed it, it was too late to dodge.

He could only hastily raise his longsword, hoping the blade could block the fatal blow.

"Clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere. The longsword did block the armor-piercing arrow, but it was shaken apart by the immense force!

The armor-piercing arrow, propelled by the recoil, spun and flew into the air.

"ah?!"

Tarry was jolted backward by the immense force, staring in horror at the broken sword in his hand.

Was the archer a human or a monster?

Could the power of an arrow be so terrifying?

Before Tali could think further, Lin Feng had already drawn his sword and charged out of the dense forest.

Although he set off later than Wang Dahu and the others, his speed was astonishing, and he made contact with Wang Dahu and the others almost at the same time.

And the target was only one from beginning to end—the northern barbarian general with the ivory token hanging from his waist!

The tooth ornaments of the Northern Barbarians are quite distinctive, mostly made of polished animal bones and inlaid with animal teeth.

The badges worn by officers of the rank of centurion and above were inlaid with a varying number of wolf teeth to signify their status and rank.

"Well done!"

Upon seeing Lin Feng appear, the tower's killing intent instantly surged.

If he can kill this skilled archer, he might be able to be promoted to commander of a thousand men based on this achievement!

Just as Lin Feng and his companions were engaged in a life-or-death struggle with the Northern Barbarians, Du Song was pacing anxiously in the woods on the rear flank of the Northern Barbarians.

"Lord Zhuang, shouldn't we...shouldn't we make a move? I can hear the fighting ahead!"

Zhuang Yan leisurely picked up the kettle, took a sip of water, and said slowly, "What's the rush? Let Lin Feng and the others wear down the Northern Barbarians' morale first before we can annihilate them completely."

The other squad leaders who were not directly under Zhuang Yan's command exchanged glances, none of them daring to speak rashly.

They all realized that Zhuang Yan was deliberately trying to frame Lin Feng.

Lin Feng had only ten men under his command, while the opponent had more than fifty.

Even though Lin Feng was an exceptional archer, he had a limited number of arrows and couldn't possibly kill all the Northern Barbarian soldiers.

Moreover, he has no city walls to rely on, so this time he is probably in grave danger.

Du Song was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, while Zhuang Yan remained leisurely and carefree.

Chen Shan leaned closer with a forced smile to "remind" Du Song: "Lord Du, don't forget our identities. You are Lord Zhuang's subordinate, so you must obey Lord Zhuang's orders."

"Otherwise, if anything goes wrong, don't blame Lord Zhuang for not protecting you!"

This threat made Dusson hesitant to act rashly, leaving him only anxiously waiting in place.

Gradually, the shouts of battle coming downhill grew weaker and weaker, and finally almost completely subsided.

"Snapped!"

Zhuang Yan clapped his hands and calmly ordered, "Go! Follow me to wipe out the Northern Barbarian Tartars and seize their provisions!"

The group quickly rushed out of the woods and climbed over the high slope.

But when Zhuang Yan saw the scene below the slope, he froze.

The ground was littered with corpses and blood, and a group of people dressed in the uniforms of the Great Qian army were cutting off the left ears of the Northern Barbarians one by one.

A man stood at the bottom of the slope, holding the Cheng Ying sword, a ivory plaque and a bloody, hideous human head in his hand.

The sword gleamed coldly, and fresh blood was slowly dripping from its tip.

"Brother Lin! Are you alright?!"

Du Song was overjoyed and genuinely happy for Raymond Lam.

Some were happy, some were sad. Chen Shan couldn't help but gasp, a chill running down his spine: "Is this guy a monster?"

In such a short time, he led ten men to annihilate more than fifty Northern Barbarian soldiers?

How exactly did Raymond Lam do it?

Lin Feng walked uphill step by step with a blank expression.

His leather armor was soaked in blood, and the murderous aura emanating from him was so intense it was almost tangible.

He was all alone, while Zhuang Yan had eighty or ninety people on his side.

But Zhuang Yan inexplicably felt extremely vulnerable, as if he were being targeted by a ferocious beast and would be torn apart and devoured in the next second!

"Lord Lin... Lord Lin is indeed valiant!"

Zhuang Yan stammered, forcing out a smile that looked more like a grimace: "I knew you could do it, hehe, hehe..."

Lin Feng walked to a distance of five steps from Zhuang Yan, and Zhuang Yan's elite soldiers immediately stepped forward to stop him.

Lin Feng swept his gaze across the crowd indifferently: "This is none of your business. Move aside. I'll only say this once!"

His voice wasn't loud, but when the soldiers met his gaze, they involuntarily stepped aside.

They had no doubt that if they didn't step aside, Lin Feng would actually kill them on the spot.

"Lord Zhuang, isn't your 'support' arriving a little too late?"

Lin Feng looked up at Zhuang Yan, his tone full of questioning.

Zhuang Yan swallowed hard, his gaze involuntarily drifting to the severed head and the Cheng Ying sword. He hurriedly explained, "Lin Feng, this... it's not that I don't want to provide support, it's just that I need to coordinate manpower to surround the Northern Barbarians. It will take time to break through the encirclement, you should understand, right?"

Lin Feng's lips curled up slightly. Although he looked up at Zhuang Yan, he completely suppressed the other party with his aura, as if he were the one in a superior position.

"Oh? Then please make sure you arrive promptly if you have any similar missions in the future, Lord Zhuang."

"Or, stop assigning me and my brothers missions that you can't provide timely support for."

"Buzz!"

Lin Feng suddenly raised Cheng Ying Sword, and the blood droplets on the sword were flung directly onto Zhuang Yan's face.

"If there's a next time, my sword, with its deadly nature, might injure you, sir!"

"Of course! Of course!"

Zhuang Yan felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly pressed down on Lin Feng's sword-wielding hand: "Don't worry, I will never make such a mistake again!"

"Quickly, help Sergeant Lin clean up the mess!"

Lin Feng's eyes softened slightly, but his murderous aura remained undiminished.

"By the way, I just beheaded a northern barbarian centurion. Please have Lord Zhuang examine the head and record it as part of my military merit."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Feng casually tossed the severed head into Zhuang Yan's arms.

"what!"

Caught off guard, Zhuang Yan instinctively grabbed the person's head.

The sticky blood and flesh from the severed neck clung to his hands, making him feel nauseous.

Raymond Lam!

Zhuang Yan's murderous intent towards Lin Feng surged instantly.

Lin Feng's actions today were tantamount to slapping him hard in the face in public.

If he doesn't avenge this grudge, where will his prestige as a centurion be?