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

"Damn those northern barbarians, they're like a persistent ghost!"

Zhuang Yan cursed under his breath and roared at his men, "Stop hiding! Those with shields, flank me and cover my charge over the hill! The rendezvous point is just past the hill; any longer and we'll all die!"

As the group fled, most of them had already lost their shields.

Fortunately, two other people carrying shields became the only barrier protecting Zhuang Yan's retreat.

"Whoosh!"

In the darkness, another arrow pierced the air, striking the shield of a soldier holding a shield.

The powerful impact knocked the soldier to the ground, and his shield flew out of his hand.

Immediately afterwards, two more arrows struck, claiming two more lives.

One of them was Zhuang Yan's trusted squad leader.

"Run!"

Zhuang Yan didn't even glance at his confidant, only caring about rushing forward, faster than a rabbit.

The group climbed to the top of the high slope with all their might.

Looking back, one could see a figure in black slowly emerging from the shadows of the dense forest.

The night was so dark that the man's features were obscured, and even the bow he held in his hand was barely discernible.

Zhuang Yan, Chen Shan, and their five surviving confidants trembled as if they had seen the King of Hell.

"You guys, go stop him!"

Zhuang Yan shoved the soldiers beside him forward and turned to flee.

Chen Shan wasn't stupid; the opponent's archery skills were superb, and going up there would be suicide.

Without a second thought, he turned around and ran after Zhuang Yan.

"We'll go with the adults! We'll protect them!"

"Yes, yes, protect the adults!"

"Hurry up and keep up!"

……

The others followed suit, and no one was willing to stay and risk their lives.

Zhuang Yan's official position and prestige were worthless in the face of the threat of death!

After descending the high slope, there was a sparse woodland, but the pursuit did not stop.

Zhuang Yan's men fell one after another.

They were either pierced through the heart by an arrow or had their skulls pierced by an arrow, their brains splattering out, their deaths were gruesome!

In the end, only Zhuang Yan and Chen Shan were left, fleeing for their lives.

"Whoosh!"

Another sharp arrow came flying. Chen Shan twisted his body desperately, barely avoiding a vital spot, but the arrow still pierced his arm.

"what!"

The excruciating pain brought tears to Chen Shan's eyes. He could no longer run and turned around to kneel down behind him, begging for mercy.

"Hero, spare my life! I have silver, thirty taels, it's all yours!"

"I...I am willing to surrender to the Northern Barbarians and serve you!"

His response was two faster and more ruthless arrows.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

They arrived almost simultaneously; one bullet struck Chen Shan in the chest, and the other pierced his abdomen, pinning him directly to a tree trunk.

"Lord Zhuang... save... save me..."

Chen Shan, barely breathing, reached out and grabbed Zhuang Yan's sleeve tightly: "I've served you so well, done so many dirty things for you... please save me..."

Zhuang Yan had no intention of saving him. He flung his hand away and ran for his life, shouting, "Life and death are predestined, I can't save you!"

The fear of death triggered all his survival instincts.

The night wind was biting, and his adrenaline surged, but Zhuang Yan's mind was clearer than ever before.

The chase tonight is too suspicious.

There was only one person, and every move he made was deadly; they were focused solely on him.

The northern barbarians always travel in groups and rarely act alone. Who exactly is this person?

"Who are you?!"

As Zhuang Yan ran, he roared at those behind him, "Are you a northern barbarian or a Han Chinese? I, Zhuang Yan, have no grudge against you, why are you chasing me relentlessly!"

There was no response from behind, only the faint sound of footsteps.

And it's getting closer and closer!

Zhuang Yan was being driven crazy; his nerves were stretched to the limit.

Suddenly, Lin Feng's unusually magnanimous demeanor from yesterday flashed through his mind.

Just a moment ago he wanted to get rid of him, but upon seeing Lü Zheng, he instantly suppressed his murderous intent.

That kind of "understanding" is completely out of character for Raymond Lam!

Zhuang Yan immediately sensed something was wrong.

I never expected that Lin Feng would actually find an opportunity to assassinate me!

"It's you! It's you!"

Zhuang Yan gritted his teeth and forced out a few words: "You, surnamed Lin, it's you, isn't it!"

"Lin Feng! If you're a real man, don't hide in the shadows and shoot arrows at me. Fight me fair and square!"

Zhuang Yan spoke toughly, but dared not stop walking for even a moment.

He clearly remembered Lin Feng's superhuman strength.

Even Zhu Yong, Zhang Mao, and others almost couldn't stop them.

If he were to engage in close combat with Lin Feng, he would undoubtedly die!

These words were merely an attempt to distract the other person and buy time for himself to escape.

But the archers behind him remained silent, with only the sound of arrows piercing the air as they drew closer.

This made Zhuang Yan even more certain that the person was Lin Feng!

But no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't outrun an arrow.

Just as he was about to rush out of the woods, an arrow came flying with a whistling wind and struck him precisely in the back.

"Ding!"

A piercing metallic clang rang out as the arrow pierced through the leather armor and clothing, but failed to penetrate the flesh.

It turns out that Zhuang Yan was wearing a full set of soft armor close to his body!

The soft armor was very expensive, and it was unexpected that a centurion would secretly possess it.

In that brief moment of distraction, Zhuang Yan was propelled out of the woods by the force of the arrow, tumbling several times before coming to a stop.

He struggled to his feet and looked up to see a cluster of torches lit up a few hundred paces away, filling him with elation.

He grasped at this last straw and cried out in desperation, "Help...help me!"

Beside the torch, Lü Zheng, covered in blood as if he had rolled in a sea of ​​blood, was directing his men to treat the wounded.

Hearing the cries for help from the south, his heart tightened, and he drew his knife, saying, "Let's go! Let's go see!"

Leading his personal guards, Lü Zheng quickly approached. Although Zhuang Yan looked disheveled, Lü Zheng recognized him at a glance: "Commander Zhuang? How many enemies do you have behind you?"

Upon seeing Lü Zheng, Zhuang Yan finally felt relieved.

His legs went weak and he almost collapsed, crying out, "An archer! He killed all my brothers! Lord Lü, save me!"

At this moment, in the shadows at the edge of the woodland.

Lin Feng gazed at Zhuang Yan's retreating figure, then at Lü Zheng and his guards by the torch, and hesitated briefly.

To take action, one must directly confront Lü Zheng's forces.

If you stop now and miss this opportunity, who knows how long you'll have to wait to find Zhuang Yan alone again.

The image of Du Song before his death flashed clearly in his mind, and the hesitation in his eyes vanished instantly.

"squeak--"

The bowstring was pulled to its fullest extent, emitting a soft groan of strain.

Lin Feng's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly released his grip.

The arrow, like a shooting star chasing the moon, spun and shot towards Zhuang Yan, accompanied by a fierce wind!

"Pfft!"

The arrow struck Zhuang Yan precisely in the back of the head, its tip piercing straight through his brow.

Zhuang Yan opened his mouth, but the smile of relief on his face was forever frozen on his lips.

Finally, with a "bang," his body fell straight forward and he was completely lifeless.