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

Lin Feng roared, his aura bursting forth, directly shaking off the soldiers binding him.

In his eyes, Zhuang Yan was already a dead man, it was only a matter of time before he died.

But Juniper still has a chance to survive, and he must race against time.

"Walk!"

He was the first to turn and run north.

Wang Dahu, Zhang Ergou, and others followed closely behind without hesitation.

"A head lost is just a scar the size of a bowl, what's there to be afraid of!"

"I, Zhang Ergou, have done many shameful things in my life, but I can't bear to see my brothers in trouble!"

Chen Shan and the other squad leaders looked disdainful. Chen Shan chuckled and muttered under his breath, "Incompetent fools who overestimate themselves. If they want to die, they should go and die themselves!"

They were more than happy for Lin Feng to die at the hands of the Northern Barbarians, so naturally they wouldn't go and die with him.

Lin Feng walked quickly, unsurprised that no one responded.

He never expected Zhuang Yan's men to have any backbone or loyalty.

Among the crowd, only Zhu Yong and Zhang Mao had strange expressions, their faces full of struggle.

A moment later, Zhu Yong suddenly took off after him, shouting, "Squad Leader Lin, count me in! And all my brothers will go with you!"

Zhang Mao followed closely behind, took a deep breath, and waved for his soldiers to catch up: "Me too! Lord Lin is right, I, Zhang Mao, will never abandon my comrades!"

Watching Lin Feng and his group walk away, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly helped Zhuang Yan up.

"Lord Zhuang, is your hand alright?"

A sergeant looked at his bloodied and mangled hand with a troubled expression.

Zhuang Yan, his forehead covered in cold sweat from the pain, was enraged by what he heard and kicked the sergeant: "Nonsense! Go get the medic right now! I'm in so much pain!"

The confidants, as if waking from a dream, hurriedly turned around to find the army doctor.

Chen Shan and the others gathered around, their faces showing concern.

"My lord, shouldn't we make some preparations? What if... what if Lin Feng and the others come back alive and complain to Lord Lü? That would be troublesome!"

"To tattle?"

Zhuang Yan sneered, a sinister glint in his eyes: "The sky lanterns were damaged by the Northern Barbarians, and the messenger died in an accident. This matter has nothing to do with me!"

"That guy surnamed Lin is lucky; he's got a tough life!"

"Let's go greet Lord Lü. We'll tell him that Lin Feng committed insubordination, attempting to kill his superior with a sword. My injuries are the best evidence!"

He paused, then added through gritted teeth, "Lin Feng's words are baseless and baseless, but my injury is real. Let's see who Lord Lü believes!"

Lin Feng's terrifying power left him with lingering fear, and he had to stay by Lü Zheng's side to prevent this killing god from seeking revenge on him again.

As for the humiliation he suffered today, he will get it back a hundredfold, a thousandfold sooner or later!

……

Elephant Trunk Hill, half a mile north of the sunny slope.

"Whoosh!"

Du Song raised his hand and shot an arrow, which struck a northern barbarian in the heart, knocking him to the ground.

He gestured to the soldiers beside him and said in a deep voice, "Arrows!"

"Sir... we're out of arrows." The young soldier shook his head with a bitter face. "That was the last one."

Du Song now has only three soldiers left, two of whom are seriously injured and unconscious.

Only this young soldier named Fusheng still had some fighting strength left.

After breaking out from Xiangyangpo, they retreated north to this high ground, where they managed to repel several attacks by the northern barbarians under the cover of the rocks. Now they are out of ammunition and food.

"How are Old Zhang and Old Li?"

Du Song drew his long sword, tightly bound the hilt to his hand with a strip of cloth, and prepared for close combat.

Fusheng reached out and touched their necks, and tears instantly streamed down his face.

"Uncle Zhang... is dead, but Uncle Li is still breathing."

Du Song's body stiffened, but he quickly suppressed his grief, bent down and patted Fu Sheng's shoulder, his tone firm: "When the Northern Barbarians charge up later, run north, run as fast as you can, understand?"

Tears streamed down Fusheng's face as he shook his head vigorously, "Brother Du, I won't leave! I'll fight the Tartars with you!"

Du Song grinned, but his eyes were full of determination: "You're still young, kid. You have a long life ahead of you."

"Besides, if you die, who will take care of my sister? Fusheng, listen to me!"

He peered through the cracks in the rocks at the approaching Northern Barbarian soldiers, took a deep breath, and said, "I'll count to three, then you run. One! Two! Three—Run!"

Before he finished speaking, Du Song leaped out of the cover and slashed at the foremost Northern Barbarian with his long sword.

Behind him, Fusheng gritted his teeth, tears blurring his vision, and ran northward with all his might.

The sounds of fighting and screams behind him pierced his eardrums.

Only one thought remained in his mind: Run! Run north!

Fusheng was running very fast and was about to cross the top of the hill when a sharp whooshing sound suddenly came from behind him.

The arrows of the Northern Barbarians were of two types: one was similar to the Han Chinese style, and the other was a sharpened bone arrow, which was extremely lethal.

He felt a chill run through his chest and back, followed by excruciating pain that drained his strength, causing him to collapse to the ground.

On his deathbed, he turned his head with difficulty and saw that Du Song was surrounded by the northern barbarians, and was in danger amidst the flashing swords.

"Brother Du... I'm so sorry..."

Tears streamed down Fusheng's face. In the end, he couldn't escape, nor could he keep his promise to take care of Dusong.

The sharp blade sliced ​​through Juniper's leather armor, leaving wounds of varying depths on his body.

Excessive blood loss made him dizzy and disoriented. He could only swing his long sword on instinct, wanting only to kill one more Northern Barbarian.

"kill!"

He roared and charged at a Northern Barbarian soldier, only to be kicked in the chest and sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

He tried desperately to sit up, but all his strength was exhausted, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand.

A northern barbarian soldier stepped forward, placing a foot on his chest, his tone tinged with admiration: "You are a warrior! We northern barbarians respect warriors. The centurion said that if you surrender, you will be spared!"

Du Song broke through the encirclement with a small force and fought to the death even when he was the only one left. His courage moved even the northern barbarians.

"hehe……"

Du Song laughed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes grew even more resolute: "I, Du Song, have no skills, and I've never been to school, but I'd rather die than be a dog of the Northern Barbarians!"

The northern barbarian soldier's face turned cold. He slowly raised his long sword and then suddenly stabbed it down.

"Pfft!"

The long knife pierced through the pine tree's abdomen, and blood instantly stained the soil beneath it.

Just then, a group of Daqian soldiers suddenly appeared from behind the Northern Barbarians.

The reinforcements led by Lin Feng, Zhu Yong, and Zhang Mao have finally arrived!

Lin Feng took the lead and charged ahead. Before he even got close, three armor-piercing arrows shot out into the air.

He had few armor-piercing arrows, and carefully collected them after each battle. Now, every arrow in his quiver was stained dark red with blood.

"Enemy attack!"

Seeing that the enemy numbered only thirty or so, the northern barbarian soldiers did not take them seriously and raised their wooden shields to defend themselves.

But with a few crisp "crack" sounds, the wooden shield was easily pierced by the armor-piercing arrow.

The Northern Barbarian soldiers holding shields were stunned, then were thrown backward by the force of the arrows, and their formation was thrown into chaos.

Three arrows tore through the Northern Barbarian soldiers' defenses, and Lin Feng charged into the fray, his Cheng Ying sword flashing coldly as he moved through an empty field!

With him charging ahead, Zhu Yong and Zhang Mao were greatly relieved of the pressure and immediately ordered their soldiers to encircle and surround the enemy.

More than fifty northern barbarian soldiers were all annihilated, and none escaped.

After the fighting subsided, Zhang Mao quickly walked to Du Song's side and personally examined his wounds.

He comes from a family of doctors and has superb medical skills.

After a moment, Zhang Mao looked sorrowful and slowly shook his head: "Brother Du's internal organs were damaged, he had too many wounds, and he had already lost too much blood. Although we have bandaged him to stop the bleeding, it's too late. There is a lack of doctors and medicine in the wild, and I am powerless to save him."

"Thank you all... for coming to my rescue..."

Du Song struggled to open his eyes, and after seeing the appearance of Lin Feng and the other two, a smile slowly spread across his pale face.

"I thought... I was going to die quietly in this desolate mountain."

Zhu Yong sighed, his tone heavy: "Alas... there's no need to thank me and Brother Zhang. We were all moved by Brother Lin's willingness to risk his life to save his friend, which is why we decided to come."

"Brother Lin?"

A glint flashed in Du Song's eyes, and he managed to lift his head with a burst of strength, looking at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng bent down and gently grasped his cold hand, his voice low and firm: "Brother Du, I'm here!"