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

Half an hour later, on the sunny slope, at the position where Zhuang Yan was stationed.

Zhuang Yan swung his longsword and severed the right arm of a Northern Barbarian soldier.

Then the blade slashed diagonally, and a spurt of blood splattered onto his sweat-covered face.

The northern barbarian let out a miserable cry and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The Northern Barbarian army left behind a pile of corpses and retreated in panic.

"Huff... huff..."

Zhuang Yan, leaning on his long sword, gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently. He finally let out a sigh of relief: "Finally... finally they've retreated!"

The northern barbarians have launched three rounds of attacks, each more intense than the last.

If he continues to hold on, his men will likely collapse completely.

"grown ups!"

A guard quickly stepped forward and whispered a few words in Zhuang Yan's ear.

Zhuang Yan's previously pale face instantly brightened, and he eagerly asked, "Really? Where is he?"

"Bring them here quickly!"

The guard took the order and left, returning shortly afterward with a messenger.

The messenger first saluted with his hands clasped, then loudly proclaimed the military order from Commander Lü Zheng: "Lord Zhuang, Lord Lü has ordered! The repelling of the Northern Barbarian grain transport team has been successfully completed. You are hereby ordered to lead your troops in an orderly withdrawal!"

Zhuang Yan bowed in return: "Your humble servant Zhuang Yan obeys your command!"

After the messenger left, Zhuang Yan, his face flushed with excitement, immediately pulled aside his trusted confidant: "Select a few capable men and immediately relay the message to the various squad leaders. Proceed according to the plan agreed upon yesterday!"

How could he not be excited?

By repelling the Tartars and achieving military merit, we can also take this opportunity to eliminate Lin Feng, a major threat to our lives.

Watching the guards' departing figures, Zhuang Yan's lips curled into a sinister sneer: "Lin Feng, I'd like to see if you can survive this time!"

……

Sunny slope, Lin Feng's defensive position.

"Whoosh!"

Lin Feng fired another armor-piercing arrow, which went straight through the bodies of two Northern Barbarian soldiers.

His aching arms were a constant reminder that his physical strength was nearing its limit.

tired!

Excruciating exhaustion!

They have repelled four rounds of enemy attacks, and now the fifth round of offensive has begun.

Wang Dahu, Zhang Ergou, and the others were all injured and exhausted. Seeing that the Northern Barbarians were coming again, they could only force themselves to stand up and grip their weapons tightly.

"Those damned barbarian barbarians! No matter how many we kill, they keep multiplying!"

Zhang Ergou wiped the blood off his longsword, cursed angrily, and his voice was hoarse.

Wang Dahu, panting heavily, leaned close to Lin Feng: "Xiao Feng, this can't go on, the brothers can't hold on much longer!"

Looking through the crack in the rock, Lin Feng saw hundreds of Northern Barbarians approaching in a fan shape.

He steeled his resolve and said in a deep voice, "Father, you lead the brothers to prepare throwing weapons and harass the enemy as I taught you before. I'll find an opportunity to charge in and kill that northern barbarian centurion!"

He had already located the northern barbarian centurion.

However, the other party was extremely cunning, always hiding in the back row to direct, never giving Lin Feng a chance to make a move.

"Okay! Xiaofeng, please be careful!"

Wang Dahu knew that this was not the time to hesitate; Lin Feng was their only hope to break the deadlock.

Hundreds of northern barbarian Tartars pressed forward step by step, firing arrows as they advanced, raining down on the fortifications and sending sparks flying.

Just then, Wang Dahu's furious shout rang out from within the position: "Throw it!"

Before the words were even finished, Wang Dahu and Zhang Ergou led a group of soldiers and threw out one modified wine jar after another with all their might.

The wine jars, their mouths plugged with oil-soaked cotton cloth, were already ablaze, streaking across the night sky with roaring flames as they descended upon the northern barbarian army.

The northern barbarian Tartars had never seen such an attack before, and they were stunned, forgetting to dodge.

"Snap!"

"call--"

The wine jar shattered upon hitting the ground, the wine inside mingling with the flames and splashing everywhere, instantly igniting the dry branches, fallen leaves, and resin that had already been laid out on the ground.

This was precisely the preparation Lin Feng had made for the desperate situation: he laid flammable materials along the enemy's inevitable route in advance, and then ignited them with simple Molotov cocktails.

The flames spread rapidly, and in the raging fire, the Northern Barbarian army's formation was thrown into complete chaos.

"Fire! Help!"

"What kind of monstrosity is this from the Han dogs?!"

"What's the panic! Stay calm!"

"Put out the fire! Anyone who moves again will be severely punished!"

……

Taking advantage of the chaos among the Northern Barbarian soldiers, Lin Feng leaped out of the position like a ghost and quickly rushed along the flank.

While the enemy was busy putting out the fire, he suddenly launched an attack!

"Bang!"

Lin Feng swung his shield with his left hand and struck hard, sending a Northern Barbarian soldier flying several feet away, coughing up blood and dying.

Immediately afterwards, he swept his longsword horizontally with his right hand.

"Whoosh!"

The sword strike was powerful and heavy, directly disemboweling four Northern Barbarian soldiers, causing blood and internal organs to gush out, creating a gruesome scene.

At this point, the Northern Barbarian army was thrown into complete chaos!

The centurion, in particular, was terrified when he saw Lin Feng storm in, as if he had seen a vengeful ghost.

"Stop him! Stop him now!"

When Lin Feng's dark eyes locked onto him, the fierce Northern Barbarian centurion trembled with fear and wanted nothing more than to turn and flee.

But Lin Feng's target has always been him, so how could he give him a chance to escape?

Amidst the frenzied swordplay, Lin Feng moved as if he were in an empty field.

All the northern barbarian soldiers who tried to stop him along the way were killed by his sword with a single blow; none of them could withstand a single blow!

At the same time, Wang Dahu and Zhang Ergou led their brothers out of the fortifications and charged into the chaotic Northern Barbarian army, taking advantage of the fire.

Although the two sides were vastly different in strength, Lin Feng's side was unstoppable and had an invincible momentum!

Lin Feng fought his way in and out of the enemy ranks seven times, with severed limbs flying everywhere.

Wang Dahu and his men pressed their advantage on the perimeter, relentlessly pursuing the fleeing Northern Barbarian soldiers.

"Tartars! Where do you think you're going!"

Lin Feng killed more than ten people along the way, completely crushing the morale of the Northern Barbarian soldiers, and no one dared to step forward to stop him anymore.

The northern barbarian centurion was already terrified out of his wits. Hearing Lin Feng's shout getting closer and closer, he just kept his head down and ran wildly.

Suddenly, a flash of sword light appeared behind him, and the centurion instinctively drew his sword to parry.

"Buzz!"

A gleaming sword flashed across the night sky, and the centurion's head flew into the air, blood gushing from his neck like a fountain.

"thump!"

The headless corpse crashed to the ground!

The remaining northern barbarian soldiers completely collapsed upon seeing this, and fled down the slope, crying and screaming.

"My lord! You've beheaded another centurion! The method you taught us is truly miraculous!"

Wang Tu, covered in blood, excitedly rushed to Lin Feng to share the good news.

Lin Feng casually tossed the severed head to Wang Tu, then took the ivory token from the Northern Barbarian centurion's waist and ordered in a deep voice, "Stop flattering me! Keep the head and token safe. You lead your men to clean up the battlefield and reap the rewards!"

"Godfather, Uncle Er Gou, come with me!"

His face showed no sign of joy, but rather grew increasingly solemn.

The three returned to their position, and Zhang Ergou was the first to ask, "Fengwa, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Let Uncle Ergou take a look."

"They're just minor injuries, nothing serious."

Lin Feng waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "I have a feeling something is wrong. These northern barbarians seem to be multiplying the more we kill them, and... they all seem to be gathering in our direction."

Wang Dahu and Zhang Ergou exchanged a glance, their faces full of doubt: "Is that so?"

"Could it be that the Northern Barbarians are launching a major attack on Xiangyangpo and have moved all their troops here?" Zhang Ergou speculated.

Wang Dahu's eyes darted around, and he said, "Since Xiaofeng says so, there must be a reason! Here's what I'll do: I'll go check out the positions next door and see if there are more enemy troops there too."

Lin Feng nodded: "Alright! Godfather, you and Uncle Er Gou go to the east and west sides respectively to check the situation of the other positions, and come back quickly!"

His unease grew stronger, as if he were being drawn step by step into a carefully woven net.

Soon, Li Ke and Wang Tu led the group to clean up the battlefield, cut off the enemy soldier's left ear, and returned to their position to rest.

Lin Feng kept looking to the north, where he saw more and more torches burning down the slope.

The figures of the Northern Barbarian soldiers continued to gather, their numbers soaring to over four hundred, and they were advancing majestically towards our position.

The joy of reaping the rewards of their victory vanished instantly, and Li Ke, Wang Tu, and the others turned deathly pale.

"My...my lord, should we continue to hold out?" Li Ke looked at Lin Feng's profile, his voice trembling. "With so many Tartars, can we...still hold them off?"

Lin Feng was also conflicted.

Evacuation might save the lives of our brothers.

Holding out is not only about Lü Zheng's plan, but also about the safety of the brothers on other fronts.

Just as he hesitated, a hoarse, urgent shout suddenly came from the darkness: "Xiaofeng! Run! They've all run away!"

Wang Dahu stumbled and crawled into the fortification, his face filled with terror and anger.

Lin Feng's heart sank, and he asked urgently, "Godfather, what did you say?"

Wang Dahu gritted his teeth, his voice trembling with rage: "It's empty! That scoundrel Zhuang Yan's position is empty! They all ran away! That bastard... he stabbed us in the back!"