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

As the sun sets and dusk falls, Elephant Trunk Hill is shrouded in darkness.

"Whoosh—"

In the dim light of the dark forest, a piercing arrow suddenly shot out from the leaves, its sharp whistling sound cutting through the air extremely piercing.

"Pfft!"

A northern barbarian soldier was caught off guard and hit by an arrow, flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

"Knock!"

The arrowhead was driven deep into the tree trunk, pinning him there, causing the withered leaves on the branches to fall in a rustling sound.

The light in the eyes of the Northern Barbarian soldier dimmed rapidly. In the last moment before his consciousness faded, a figure of a Daqian soldier holding a giant bow calmly emerged from the bushes.

"The eighteenth today!"

Lin Feng walked to the corpse, pulled out the armor-piercing arrow from the shaft, and spoke in a calm tone without a trace of emotion.

"These Tartars are truly impossible to exterminate!"

Starting in the afternoon, the northern barbarian soldiers poured into Elephant Trunk Mountain from the south.

Lin Feng and his men had encountered two waves of enemy troops, one with twenty-five men and the other with more than thirty men, all of whom were wiped out.

"grown ups!"

Li Ke's shouts came from afar. He ran all the way to Lin Feng and urgently reported, "Commander Zhuang has sent someone to invite you, sir, to come over immediately for a meeting! He says Commander Lü has an urgent military order!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng's nerves, which had just relaxed a little, tensed up instantly.

Lu Zheng had already laid out his strategy last night, so this sudden military order must mean that the situation has changed!

……

Deep within Elephant Trunk Mountain, Zhuang Yan hides in a cave.

Lin Feng, Chen Shan, Du Song, and several other squad leaders were crammed into the small space.

Zhuang Yan's expression was solemn as he said in a deep voice, "Lord Lü has ordered us to guard this area and hold off the Northern Barbarians for an hour, ensuring that Lord Lü successfully annihilates the large number of grain convoys coming from the north."

After saying that, he pointed to the area circled on the simple map.

Lin Feng looked down and saw that it was a high slope that slowly rose from south to north. The terrain was treacherous and extremely advantageous to the defenders.

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Lord Zhuang, this defense zone is quite vast. Can we defend it with just our limited manpower?"

Zhuang Yan nodded slightly: "The Northern Barbarians will launch a full-scale attack. The other brothers' defense zones are about the same size as ours, so they are all under considerable pressure."

"But the defensive window is short; as long as we can hold out for an hour, it will be fine."

"If an early retreat is necessary, I will use a sky lantern as a signal."

Having said that, he took out a detailed defense map and ran his finger across it: "The defense pressure is greatest in the center of the high ground, and I will personally lead the troops to garrison it. Lin Feng and Chen Shan, you will each deploy troops in these two locations. Du Song, you will guard this place..."

Zhuang Yan assigned the three most difficult-to-defend locations to himself, Chen Shan, and Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was satisfied with this, at least Zhuang Yan was sensible and dared to personally take the lead in tough battles.

Once the defense zones were divided, no one dared to delay and immediately returned to their respective teams, leading their brothers to the high ground to build a defensive line.

About half an hour later, on the sunny slope of Elephant Trunk Hill.

Wang Dahu and Zhang Ergou were leading the group to move stones and build defensive fortifications, their movements swift and efficient.

Li Ke, along with the rest of his men, brought over all the wine jars, spare leather armor, and longswords they had previously seized.

In constant warfare, swords inevitably become dull and dull. In life-or-death battles, there is simply no time to sharpen them. Having a full complement of sharp blades is essential to ensure safety.

"Sir, after this battle, can we go back?" Wang Tu asked, scratching his head as he followed behind Lin Feng.

"What, scared?" Lin Feng stopped and looked towards the distant mountains to the north.

"It's not that I'm afraid... I just miss the brothel a bit, and I miss the madam too." Wang Tu chuckled, his expression simple and honest.

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng threw his head back and laughed loudly: "Hahaha! You're quite the honest guy!"

"It's only the second day, it's too early to leave. Once we get through the third day, our mission will probably be complete, and then we can return home in peace."

He raised his hand to shield his eyes and looked into the distance. He saw a majestic eagle hovering in the sky, its sharp eyes fixed on the sunny slope. After circling for a moment, it finally took flight.

As night fell, a winding "fire dragon" suddenly lit up on the south side of the sunny slope.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the Northern Barbarians, carrying torches, swaggering down the slope.

Lin Feng observed intently through the cracks in the rocks. The invading Northern Barbarian soldiers numbered about five hundred, five times the strength of his own forces!

"Keep your composure, don't rush to fire the arrows!"

"Wait until they're within range, then launch a surprise attack!"

Lin Feng gave a low command to his soldiers, while he slowly took out an armor-piercing arrow and nocked it on his bow.

With no fires lit on our own positions, we can take advantage of the cover of night to strike first and inflict casualties on the enemy.

As the northern barbarian soldiers advanced step by step, everyone on the battlefield was on edge, with the creaking sound of bowstrings being drawn incessantly.

Just as the enemy army had advanced about a hundred paces, the Northern Barbarian soldiers in the front row, who were holding torches, suddenly squatted down in unison, and the archers behind them, who had been waiting for their turn, immediately raised their bows and fired in unison!

"Whoosh whoosh-"

A dense barrage of arrows rained down from the sky, instantly pinning Lin Feng and his men down so they couldn't even lift their heads.

Wang Dahu pressed himself tightly against the rock fortifications, cursing, "These northern barbarians are smarter than ghosts! How did they find us?"

As Lin Feng listened intently to the whistling of the arrows gradually subsiding, he immediately rose up and launched a counterattack.

"Whoosh—"

The armor-piercing arrow shot out like a meteor chasing the moon, piercing through the chest of a northern barbarian soldier in the blink of an eye.

The arrow, still carrying its momentum, pierced through the bodies of three people before abruptly stopping, the chain of corpses falling heavily to the ground.

"What?!"

The centurion among the northern barbarian soldiers was terrified upon seeing this and roared, "Scatter! All of you, scatter!"

Just as Lin Feng was about to nock a second arrow, a second volley of arrows came raining down.

He could only quickly crouch back behind the fortifications to take cover, secretly shocked by the speed of the Northern Barbarian army's reaction.

If even Lin Feng was being suppressed like this, the situation of the others was even more precarious.

Wang Dahu shot three arrows with all his might before barely managing to kill one of the northern barbarian soldiers, nearly getting himself hit in the shoulder.

"My lord! The northern barbarians are charging up!"

Wang Tu peered through the cracks in the rocks and saw the battle unfold. He shouted urgently.

Lin Feng suddenly stood up and fired his last armor-piercing arrow, taking the lives of two Northern Barbarian soldiers.

"Good timing! Killing one is enough for me, killing two is a bonus!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already drawn the Cheng Ying sword from his waist.

With a swift movement of his sword, he delivered a precise thrust that pierced the heart of the first Northern Barbarian Tartar who charged onto the battlefield.

Lin Feng's position was right in the center of the sunny slope, where he suffered the most intense attacks.

Of the five hundred northern barbarian soldiers, a full one hundred and fifty men launched a fierce attack on his position.

He leaped onto the defensive fortifications.

The Cheng Ying sword flashed with cold light, and with each swing, it cut through the enemy's longswords as easily as slicing vegetables and chopping melons.

He single-handedly shouldered most of the pressure on the position.

With a swift movement of his sword, he killed more than twenty Northern Barbarian soldiers in less than a quarter of an hour.

The centurion of the Northern Barbarian army below the slope was both shocked and furious, but dared not rush forward to fight. He immediately ordered his archers to concentrate their firepower to suppress Lin Feng.

Lin Feng had to deal with the close-combat enemy in front of him while constantly guarding against the cold arrows flying from the air, pushing his full potential to the limit!

"Die!"

Driven to a bloodthirst, Lin Feng pierced the chest of the Northern Barbarian in front of him with his sword and then used the corpse as a weapon, wildly swinging it around.

Any Northern Barbarian soldier hit by a corpse would suffer broken bones or severe injuries, or even die on the spot!

"Is that guy even human?!"

The northern barbarian centurion felt a chill run down his spine and roared, "Quick! Shoot him! Shoot him to death!"

More than ten skilled archers from the school took turns firing, and arrows rained down like locusts.

Lin Feng moved swiftly and agilely, dodging several deadly arrows with incredible speed.

But even the best-laid plans can go awry. A stray arrow struck him squarely in the ribs, its tip piercing through the gap in his leather armor and embedding itself deep into his flesh.

Lin Feng dared not linger in the fight and retreated to the inner side of the fortifications with two consecutive leaps.

"Xiaofeng, are you hurt?"

Wang Dahu quickly approached, shielding him behind him, and asked urgently, "Are you badly injured?"

Lin Feng casually pulled out the arrow, blood gushing out instantly, but he shook his head nonchalantly: "Don't worry, Godfather, I'm fine! Those Northern barbarian arrows want to kill me? Dream on!"

With Lin Feng in charge, this position is as resilient as an impregnable fortress.

The Northern Barbarian army launched two fierce attacks in succession, but both were repelled.

The battle raged on, and Xiangyangpo became a meat grinder, constantly devouring the lives of soldiers on both sides!