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

What?

Lin Feng and his soldiers were all stunned, their faces full of astonishment.

"Uncle Tiger, did that Zhuang guy run away?"

Wang Tu's eyes widened, his tone filled with disbelief.

"He...he's a centurion, how dare he flee first? Isn't he afraid of being punished by military law?"

Wang Tu couldn't understand it at all; Zhuang Yan's actions were tantamount to courting death.

Lin Feng slowly closed his eyes, his facial muscles twitching slightly involuntarily.

He originally thought that after the Zoumapo incident and his own warning, Zhuang Yan would be able to distinguish between what was important and what was urgent.

The Daqian army was isolated deep in Elephant Trunk Mountain. Only by uniting sincerely could they fight for a glimmer of hope. However, he ultimately overestimated Zhuang Yan and underestimated the man's bottom line.

"Fengwazi!"

As everyone fell silent, Zhang Ergou suddenly rushed back in a panic, his voice urgent: "Nobody's here! There's not a soul in sight on the position Chen Shan was defending!"

"That son of a bitch Chen Shan, how dare he desert his post!"

"Haha! Hahahaha!"

Lin Feng suddenly laughed, but his laughter was laced with a chilling coldness.

Startled by the laughter, Zhang Ergou looked at him with concern: "Fengwa, what's wrong with you? Have you lost your mind?"

Li Ke sighed with a bitter face: "Uncle Er Gou, Zhuang Baihu's position is also empty. We've been abandoned by them."

"What the heck?!"

Zhang Ergou's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Zhuang Yan ran away too? We agreed to send a signal with sky lanterns during the retreat, could it be... that bastard deliberately sabotaged us and didn't send a signal at all?"

Lin Feng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his smile, his eyes filled with coldness.

He had already concluded that Zhuang Yan was deliberately targeting him, intentionally placing his team between himself and Chen Shan.

It seems that everyone else except him received the order to retreat.

No wonder the northern barbarians kept surging this way; it seems they have long been abandoned and helpless on the sunny slope!

"Li Ke, Wang Tu, you take the remaining supplies and retreat first. I'll cover the rear with my godfather and Uncle Er Gou. Hurry!"

Without further hesitation, Lin Feng immediately ordered, "We can't hold Xiangyangpo anymore. Get out first, then settle accounts with that Zhuang guy!"

He hated Zhuang Yan so much he wanted to tear him apart and sleep on his skin!

Fortunately, they discovered it in time, before the northern barbarians could encircle them. Had they been any later, none of them would have survived!

Lin Feng and his group fought their way out, barely managing to break through the encirclement under the pursuit of the Northern Barbarians, and finally escaped the perilous situation...

At the exact hour of You (5-7 PM) that day, Zhuang Yan sat on a blue stone, hugged his water bag, and gulped down several mouthfuls, making a "gurgling" sound in his throat.

After filling his mouth with water, he wiped it haphazardly with his sleeve and let out a long sigh: "Phew! Those northern barbarians are truly fierce. If we hadn't retreated in time, we would have been trapped there to death!"

Eight squad leaders stood beside him, six of whom were his confidants.

The remaining two, Zhu Yong and Zhang Mao, had not been in the army for very long, and their personalities were incompatible with Zhuang Yan's, so they never caught his eye.

Zhu Yong had injured his arm, and a military doctor was squatting beside him, bandaging it.

He frequently looked up towards the north, his brow furrowed with worry: "Why haven't Lord Lin and Lord Du returned yet? We've been at the rendezvous point for almost half an hour. The retreat routes are supposed to be similar, so there shouldn't be such a long delay."

Zhuang Yan glanced at Zhu Yong sideways, then remained silent.

Chen Shan, standing to the side, chuckled and smoothed things over, saying, "Brother Zhu, don't worry. Lord Lin is a fierce warrior who can kill a hundred men; he's incredibly skilled. He'll be fine. Besides, if the messenger sent by Lord Zhuang can reach you and me, he can certainly reach them too. Don't worry."

Other of Zhuang Yan's confidants chimed in, trying to deflect the issue: "Lord Chen is right. Lord Lin is exceptionally capable. Instead of worrying about him, we should take care of ourselves."

"In the end, our successful escape today is entirely due to Lord Zhuang's brilliant command; I admire you greatly!"

Zhuang Yan waved his hand dismissively, feigning humility: "What brilliance do I have to speak of? The plan was devised by Lord Lü, so if anyone should be praised, it should be Lord Lü. When Lord Lü arrives, please don't hold back your praises; be sure to sing his praises for me!"

After saying that, he burst into laughter.

Before the laughter had even subsided, Squad Leader Zhang Mao suddenly stood up abruptly, gripped the long sword at his waist, and shouted sharply, "Who's there!"

His gaze was fixed on the shadowy figures in the woods, his thick eyebrows furrowed.

Zhuang Yan's laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked in the direction Zhuang Yan was looking.

After a moment, the figure gradually became clear.

By the faint moonlight, a group of soldiers covered in blood and dressed in rags suddenly appeared before them.

Lin Feng held a sword in his right hand and a bloody human head and a ivory token in his left. His dark eyes gleamed with a terrifying light that was astonishingly bright.

"Lin...Lin Feng?"

Zhuang Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, his face filled with disbelief, and his facial muscles twitched stiffly.

"Why are you back?!"

In his calculations, Lin Feng should have held his ground until he was surrounded and annihilated by the Northern Barbarians.

Lin Feng grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his tone full of sarcasm: "What? Lord Zhuang, are you surprised to see me back alive? Surprised that I didn't die from your schemes and plots?"

Zhu Yong and Zhang Mao were completely confused.

Zhu Yong stepped forward, asking with suspicion, "Lord Lin, what do you mean by that? What kind of conspiracy or trickery?"

Zhuang Yan's expression changed slightly. He forced a dry laugh, trying to change the subject.

"Heh! Sergeant Lin, you're joking. What schemes or tricks could you possibly have? It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back!"

"By holding the sunny slope and successfully completing the task assigned by Lord Lü, you, Lin Feng, deserve the greatest credit!"

He has always been ambitious and eager for credit, but now he has voluntarily relinquished the top credit. This unusual behavior only confirms that there is something fishy going on.

Lin Feng stepped forward, followed by Wang Dahu, Zhang Ergou, and the others, all with unfriendly expressions and a frighteningly low aura.

"The greatest credit?"

"Very well, Lord Zhuang, you may wish to examine these. These are the head and ivory token of a centurion from the Northern Barbarians that I have captured."

After saying that, he casually threw the severed head and the ivory token at Zhuang Yan, just like he had done at Zoumapo last time.

Zhuang Yan felt uneasy under his gaze, fearing that he might become violent on the spot. However, upon hearing this, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly accepted the gift.

"Very well! I will examine it immediately and will certainly award you a great merit!"

He was fiddling with something when suddenly a chorus of exclamations erupted around him.

"Lord Lin, what are you doing?"

"Lord Lin, you mustn't!"

"Stop him!"

"Lord Zhuang, get out of the way!"

Zhuang Yan suddenly looked up, and the hairs on his body stood on end!

Lin Feng's Cheng Ying sword flashed with cold light, cutting through the night sky, and the tip of the sword was less than a step away from him!

"Oh my god!"

He instinctively staggered backward to avoid the sword's edge.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Yong, Zhang Mao, and several nearby squad leaders rushed forward and tightly embraced Lin Feng's waist.

"Lord Lin! Calm down! You mustn't use force against Commander Zhuang!" Zhang Mao shouted urgently.

"Calm down my ass!"

Lin Feng's eyes were bloodshot. He suddenly swung his arm, sending a squad leader who was holding his arm flying more than ten feet away. He roared, "You surnamed Zhuang! You didn't send any sky lantern signal at all! You deliberately left me and my brothers on the sunny slope!"

"If I hadn't discovered it early, I would already be a victim of those northern barbarians' swords! I'll take your dog's life!"

With a twist of his waist, he exerted astonishing force, and Zhu Yong and another squad leader were also thrown into the air.

Zhang Mao held him tightly with all his might, shouting at those around him, "What are you all standing there for? Come and help! Lord Lin, if you've been wronged, let's seek justice from Lord Lü and handle it according to military law. Under no circumstances should we resort to private torture!"

The soldiers then realized what was happening and rushed forward.

Some grabbed Lin Feng's soldiers, while others joined forces to block Lin Feng, and the scene instantly descended into chaos.

But Lin Feng, enraged, was like a tiger. He managed to shake off more than a dozen strong men who tried to stop him, sending them staggering about.

Zhuang Yan was truly terrified. He scrambled backward on all fours, frantically trying to explain, "Lin Feng, it's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! The sky lantern was damaged during the Northern Barbarian attack!"

"Did you break it?"

Lin Feng's anger intensified, almost reaching the top of his head.

"You, surnamed Zhuang, do you think I'm a three-year-old child?!"

He unleashed terrifying power, throwing the soldiers who were holding him around the waist, thighs, and arms into disarray.

Zhuang Yan cowered on the ground, continuing his sophistry: "I have already sent messengers to each position to deliver the message. If you don't believe me, ask the others! The person I sent to deliver the message to you and Du Song has not yet returned. He probably encountered an accident on the way. How can you blame me for that?"

Before he could finish speaking, the Cheng Ying sword flashed again and was already piercing right in front of him.

Zhuang Yan instinctively raised his hand to block, letting out a piercing scream at the same time.

The Cheng Ying Sword can cut through iron like mud; how can flesh and blood withstand it?

The sword tip pierced his palm instantly, pinning him to the ground.

If several more people hadn't rushed forward and held Lin Feng back tightly, he probably would have plunged the entire sword into the ground.

"ah!!!"

Zhuang Yan let out a pig-like scream. The excruciating pain in his right palm brought tears to his eyes as he repeatedly begged for mercy: "Lin Feng, I didn't lie to you! Spare me! Spare me!"

Lin Feng's momentum abruptly halted. He gasped for breath, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Zhuang Yan, his voice filled with disbelief and shock: "What did you say? Du Song hasn't returned yet?"

Zhuang Yan swallowed hard, forcing himself to endure the excruciating pain as he replied, "Du Song is guarding the westernmost side of Xiangyang Slope. Perhaps... perhaps the journey is a bit far, and he's still on his way."

Lin Feng's eyes were practically overflowing with murderous intent as he gritted his teeth and said, "You bastard surnamed Zhuang, you're something else, you're really something else!"

At this moment, Zhu Yong, Zhang Mao, and others who had been thrown away earlier had already gotten up and surrounded him to persuade him.

"Squad Leader Lin, you've already pierced his hand, please don't act impulsively again!"

"Yes! Lin Feng, let Lord Lü deal with him; there's still room for maneuver."

Lin Feng roared at the crowd, "What are you doing holding me back? Du Song is still on the sunny slope! Go save him right now!"

The other squad leaders looked at each other, their faces showing reluctance.

"Lord Lin, Xiangyangpo is currently teeming with Northern Barbarian soldiers; returning now would be far too risky!"

"That's right, Dushichangji is blessed by heaven, he will surely be able to escape."

Lin Feng was too lazy to waste words with these sycophants, so he stepped on Zhuang Yan's chest.

The force was so great that Zhuang Yan let out a muffled groan.

He pinned the other person down as if trampling on pigs or dogs, then slowly drew his Cheng Ying sword. The blade rubbed against the bone, making a "rustling" sound that sent chills down the spines of those around him.

Zhuang Yan gritted his teeth, not daring to utter a single groan of pain.

He had never been so humiliated. A murderous intent surged within him, but he dared not show it in the slightest.

He was terrified of completely enraging the killing god before him and ending up dying with his heart pierced through his chest.

Lin Feng finally drew his sword, Cheng Ying. He glanced coldly at Zhuang Yan, his gaze as if he were looking at a corpse.

"I, Lin Feng, will never abandon any of my comrades!"

"Those who want to come with me to rescue people, come along!"

"If you're unwilling, I won't force you. Move aside!"