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

Du Song opened his mouth, and more blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He said with difficulty, "Brother Lin, my family... my parents and younger brother are all gone, only my younger sister is left, living in that small courtyard at the very end of Jiying Lane..."

"If I leave, she will have no one to rely on in this world."

"I can see that you are a kind and righteous person, Brother Lin... In my entire life, I, Du Song, have never asked anyone for a favor."

At this point, two streams of tears rolled down Du Song's cheeks.

His withered hand suddenly burst forth with its last bit of strength, gripping Lin Feng's wrist tightly, a strange light surging in his eyes.

That's a sign of a final burst of energy before death!

"I beg you, please take good care of my little sister. I will repay this great kindness in my next life!"

"I promise you!"

Lin Feng's eyes reddened, and he nodded emphatically, his voice choked with barely suppressed sobs.

"I will never let anyone bully her, and I will ensure she lives a life of wealth and comfort!"

Having said that, he leaned close to Du Song's ear, suppressing his grief and indignation with a whisper, making sure only the two of them could hear: "Also, I will definitely avenge you and me, and kill that bastard Zhuang Yan!"

Juniper's lips moved as if he had a thousand words to say.

But his life force was being rapidly drained from his body, making it difficult for him to even utter half a word.

Finally, gazing at the night sky, he murmured softly, "I really want to... go home..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Song closed his eyes with a smile, his hand slowly fell to his sides, and he breathed his last.

"Brother Lin, Brother Du has already left, we still have to hold on."

Zhang Mao gently patted Lin Feng's shoulder, whispering words of comfort, her voice full of worry: "Don't do anything foolish in a moment of impulse!"

He had witnessed Lin Feng draw his sword against Zhuang Yan earlier, and he was afraid that this hot-tempered brother would turn around and fight Zhuang Yan to the death.

Zhuang Yan, that despicable man, deserves to die.

But if a fight really breaks out, according to military regulations, Lin Feng will definitely not escape death!

"call……"

Lin Feng took a deep breath, suppressing the fierceness in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Brother Zhang, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

The group collected the remains of Du Song and the other fallen soldiers, and under the cover of darkness, quietly returned to the rendezvous point.

They had just arrived with the body when they saw Lü Zheng already there.

Zhuang Yan stood beside him, his hands wrapped in thick bandages, his eyes fixed on Lin Feng with a wary gaze.

"Lin Feng, the details of this matter have already been reported to me by Commander Zhuang!"

Lu Zheng frowned and spoke first.

The dried bloodstains and knife marks of varying depths on his armor testified to the ferocity of the battle that had taken place during his attack on the grain transport team.

"The battlefield is full of unpredictable changes. After the sky lantern was destroyed, Lord Zhuang immediately sent a messenger to deliver the message."

"Unfortunately, the soldier who delivered the message to you and Du Song met with misfortune on the way. It was all a cruel twist of fate."

Lin Feng composed himself and respectfully saluted: "Lord Lü, now that it has been clarified that it was a misunderstanding, please allow me to first bury Du Song and the other brothers who sacrificed their lives."

Lu Zheng had already prepared a set of excuses and even thought of ways to suppress Lin Feng, but he was surprised that Lin Feng would so casually brush the matter aside.

"You... no longer hold a grudge against Commander Zhuang?"

Not only Lü Zheng, but Zhuang Yan was also stunned, staring intently at Lin Feng.

This kid is known for being bold and vengeful. I've tricked him twice, so why has he suddenly become so magnanimous?

Lin Feng smiled amiably, glanced at Zhuang Yan, and said sincerely, "Lord Lü, I was almost surrounded by the Northern Barbarians earlier, and because I am as close as brothers with Du Song, I lost my temper and attacked Commander Zhuang."

"Today, in front of the adults, I apologize to Commander Zhuang; I have been impolite."

Zhuang Yan's doubts remained, but he could only force a smile to smooth things over: "It's all a misunderstanding. We're brothers, no need to take it to heart!"

Seeing that the two had "put aside their differences," Lü Zheng's tense nerves relaxed a little, and he said in a deep voice, "Lin Feng, it is a major taboo in the army to use weapons against superiors. How can you attack a centurion just because of a mere platoon leader?"

Lin Feng's eye twitched almost imperceptibly, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.

"Considering your past military achievements and the fact that there were extenuating circumstances, I will not pursue this matter further."

Lu Zheng's tone hardened as he continued, "Remember, from now on, under no circumstances are you allowed to use force against your superiors in private!"

Lin Feng cupped his hands in greeting again: "Yes! Your subordinate will remember your teachings, sir!"

"We've all been exhausted all night. Let's take a quick rest, because we might have to send troops out again at any time."

The tense atmosphere gradually dissipated, and Lin Feng turned around and led his men, carrying Du Song's body into the forest.

Everything seemed to have returned to calm, except for those who had passed away, who would never come back...

In a clearing in the woods, Lin Feng scattered the last handful of soil on the juniper's grave mound.

His fingertips were clenched so tightly they turned white, and he murmured in a low voice, his tone filled with icy coldness.

"Just a mere section chief?"

"In the eyes of people like you, a sergeant's life is worthless, and he deserves to die, right?"

He and Lü Zheng didn't have much interaction and didn't have much of a liking or dislike for each other.

They even admired Lü Zheng's courage in leading a small, isolated force deep into enemy territory.

But those seemingly casual words were like a thorn, deeply embedded in his heart.

Because Du Song was of low rank and had little influence, he was an insignificant squad leader. Even if he was plotted against and killed, the perpetrators could still get away with it.

Lin Feng's gaze grew increasingly cold. He casually broke off a thick branch and planted it firmly on the grave mound as a tombstone.

Then he turned around, walked out of the woods step by step, his back view resolute!

Elephant Trunk Hill, the next day.

The battle on the third day was even more severe and brutal than the day before.

The Northern Barbarian army continued to transport grain from the north across Elephant Trunk Mountain, forcing the Qian army to take the initiative to intercept them.

Within a single day, the Qian army launched two fierce attacks in succession.

Although the grain transport team's supplies were burned, the team also suffered the tragic loss of over three hundred lives.

Even two veterans under Lin Feng's command perished in this protracted battle.

As night fell, Qian Jun's situation became increasingly difficult.

The Northern Barbarian army launched a full-scale pursuit within Elephant Trunk Mountain, capturing two rendezvous points in succession.

The Tartars seemed to know their exact location, relentlessly pursuing them and striking with deadly force.

It wasn't until late at night that the Qian army was completely scattered and forced to fight on their own.

Many squads were surrounded by the Northern Barbarian army and were eventually wiped out.

Left with no other option, the remaining troops broke up into smaller groups and attempted to break through to the next pre-arranged rendezvous point.

The breakout battle was fierce and chaotic.

Even Zhuang Yan, who had always been by Lü Zheng's side, got separated from him in the chaos.

He wasn't loyal to Lü Zheng; he just wanted to rely on the elite troops of Lü Zheng's elite Trapped Camp to save his life.

In the dead of night, in the dimly lit forest, Zhuang Yan led Chen Shan and more than ten remaining soldiers, fleeing in a rather disheveled state.

"Faster! Faster!"

Zhuang Yan was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, but he dared not stop for a moment.

He originally had more than fifty people with him, but after fighting his way through, only a dozen or so remained.

One step slower and it's a dead end!

"Lord Zhuang, after that small hill, we'll be nearing the meeting point," Chen Shan said, hunched over and panting, his voice hoarse. "How about... we rest for a bit before continuing?"

"Take a break? You want to die!"

Zhuang Yan's eyes widened, and he shouted sternly, "Run! Keep running!"

Chen Shan dared not disobey and could only grit his teeth and follow.

Just then, a sharp sound of an arrow piercing the air suddenly came from the dense forest.

"Whoosh!"

Zhuang Yan's confidant, who was running at the front, suddenly froze and fell straight to the ground.

"Old Zhou?"

Zhuang Yan was so focused on escaping that he didn't hear the sound of something cutting through the air.

Looking down, I saw that Old Zhou had been pierced through the forehead by an arrow, blood was gushing out, and he was already lifeless.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Zhuang Yan's expression changed drastically; he felt a chill run down his spine and hurriedly looked around.

"Whoosh!"

Before he could finish speaking, a second arrow came flying in.

Zhuang Yan, being a centurion, possessed some skill and quickly ducked to dodge, the arrow grazing his hair.

"Pfft!"

Another soldier fell to the ground without uttering a sound, and then fell silent.

After two people died in succession, the remaining people were terrified and rushed to hide behind tree trunks, barely daring to breathe, for fear of being spotted by archers lurking in the shadows.

"My lord, it looks like the Northern Barbarians are coming after us!"

Chen Shan swallowed hard and lowered his voice: "But the enemy definitely doesn't have many people, just with this arrow-by-arrow firing method..."

Zhuang Yan nodded, suppressing his fear, and drew his sword from his waist: "Chen Shan, take some men and sneak over there, take that bastard out!"

Chen Shan cursed Zhuang Yan's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

Send him to deal with the archers hiding in the night?

Isn't this suicide?

But he dared not disobey in the slightest, and just as he was hesitating, he suddenly heard a faint rustling sound from the surrounding grass and trees.

Chen Shan instinctively covered his head and fell to the ground. The next moment, with a "whoosh," an arrow slammed into the tree trunk where he had just been hiding.

The arrow fletching trembled incessantly, humming incessantly!

Chen Shan was so frightened that his whole body felt cold, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

He was just a hair's breadth away from becoming a victim of an arrow!