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

"Protect the adults!"

Lu Zheng's personal guards stood in front of him, gripping their weapons tightly, on guard, fearing that the archers in the shadows might attack Lu Zheng again.

The place is about 160 paces from the woods. The night is as dark as ink, and visibility is extremely low.

But that archer was able to blow a bullet to the head with a single shot; such archery skills were truly astonishing!

Lu Zheng was startled and looked up into the depths of the woods, just in time to catch a glimpse of a dark figure quickly disappearing into the thick foliage.

"Zhang Lu!"

Lu Zheng waved his hand and gave a stern order, his tone leaving no room for argument: "Take men over there to set up surveillance, provide support for the other surviving brothers, and make sure the murderer is apprehended!"

Zhang Lu glanced at Zhuang Yan lying in a pool of blood, then cupped his hands in a respectful gesture: "Your subordinate obeys!"

Zhuang Yan died, and his death was sudden and unexpected.

From the moment he appeared until his head was pierced by an arrow, it was only the time it takes to drink a cup of tea; he didn't even have a chance to cry for help.

Lu Zheng bent down to investigate and discovered that the arrow that killed Zhuang Yan was a specially made bone arrow from the Northern Barbarians. The blade gleamed coldly and was so sharp that it could easily cut through armor.

but……

Lu Zheng's mind kept replaying the figure that disappeared into the forest. His brows were furrowed. Could that person really be a Northern Barbarian?

There are indeed skilled archers among the northern barbarians, but these experts always travel with the army and rarely appear alone.

Such a solo assassination of an enemy general is truly unusual.

"Carry Lord Zhuang away and bury him on the spot, mark the spot..." Lu Zheng's words were cut short as he suddenly changed his mind, "Wait! Don't bury him yet!"

He stared into the dark woods, his mind filled with doubt: Could he be the one who killed Zhuang Yan?

As dawn approached, the scattered soldiers of the Great Qian army gradually gathered at the rendezvous point.

Lin Feng, Zhu Yong, and Zhang Mao also led their remaining troops over.

After days of fierce fighting, of the thousand soldiers who initially entered the mountains, less than five hundred remain.

Each of them looked weary, their armor stained with blood.

"Master Lin!"

Zhang Lu stepped forward and whispered, "Lord Lin, the young general requests that the three of you come over."

Zhu Yong and Zhang Mao both looked bewildered.

Zhang Mao couldn't help but ask, "Does the young general have something important to tell us?"

Zhang Lu looked strange and said vaguely, "This... you will all know when you get there."

Since it was Lu Zheng's order, the three of them had no choice but to suppress their exhaustion and follow him.

When they arrived, Lü Zheng had his back to them, his gaze fixed on a corpse on the ground.

"Greetings, Your Excellency!"

The three bowed in greeting, and Lü Zheng then gestured, "Come and take a look!"

Zhu Yong and Zhang Mao were filled with doubt. When they went closer to take a look, they found that it was Zhuang Yan, whose head had been pierced by an arrow.

"The centurion was killed in battle?"

Zhu Yong looked surprised and shook his head repeatedly, sighing, "The Northern Barbarian Tartars' encirclement and suppression this time is truly formidable."

Zhang Mao also looked regretful. Zhuang Yan ultimately died defending against the northern barbarians, which can be considered a testament to his loyalty and bravery.

Lu Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, his voice low and solemn: "The bodies of Zhuang Yan, Chen Shan, Zhou He, Wang Jing, and Zhuang Yan's personal guards have been found one after another. They all died from arrows."

"Except for Chen Shan, everyone else was killed with a single arrow."

"What are your thoughts on this, the three of you?"

Died from an arrow?

Zhu Yong and Zhang Mao, both seasoned veterans, instantly grasped the hidden meaning in Lü Zheng's words.

Zhang Mao hesitated for a moment before carefully speaking: "The northern barbarians are known for their skill in riding and archery. We must have encountered an archery expert in the barbarian army."

Zhu Yong chimed in, "Lord Zhang is absolutely right! Lord Zhuang was ultimately just unlucky to be ambushed by a master archer in the dense forest."

Lu Zheng's gaze suddenly swept towards Lin Feng, his tone clearly questioning: "Lin Feng, don't you have anything to say?"

Lin Feng's lips twitched slightly, and he said in a calm tone, "Lord Zhuang was killed by the Northern Barbarians. He can be considered to have sacrificed himself for the country, and his death was worthwhile."

This lukewarm attitude only deepened Lü Zheng's suspicions.

He turned abruptly and said in a deep voice, "Do you know how Zhuang Yan died? He died right in front of me, shot through the head by an arrow from a thief!"

"At a distance of over 160 paces, a single arrow to the throat, a precise headshot!"

"Lin Feng, such a master archer is rare even in the entire world!"

Lin Feng slowly raised his eyes, shrugged, and said in the same tone, "Lord Zhang is right. The Northern Barbarians are skilled in riding and archery, so it is not surprising that they have such an expert."

Seeing that Lin Feng remained feigning composure, Lü Zheng, enraged, waved his sleeve and ordered, "Guards! Take all of Lin Feng's men away for interrogation!"

"I must find out his whereabouts tonight!"

Zhu Yong and Zhang Mao were shocked to see this and quickly stepped forward to dissuade them.

"Lord Lü, this is absolutely unacceptable! Why interrogate your own brother?"

"Lord Lü, please calm down. What Lord Lin said just now was not without reason..."

"There's some truth to that?!"

Lu Zheng snorted coldly, his anger barely contained: "You two witnessed Lin Feng's attempt to kill Zhuang Yan yesterday!"

"As fate would have it, Zhuang Yan died tonight, and at the hands of a master archer!"

"Lin Feng, do you really think I'm so easily fooled?"

Lü Zheng was clearly genuinely enraged.

He had already explained the matter to Raymond Lam yesterday, and the matter was already settled.

If Lin Feng dares to secretly kill his comrades, it would not only violate military regulations, but also blatantly disregard his authority!

"May I ask, sir, where is the evidence?"

Lin Feng stood his ground, a cold smile playing on his lips: "I was with my brothers the whole night. Later, I met Brother Zhu and Brother Zhang, and we came here together."

He took half a step forward, his eyes growing colder, his tone carrying a hint of questioning.

"Lord Lü, since we've brought up yesterday's events, I'd like to ask you: Zhuang Yan's sky lanterns were burned by the Northern Barbarians, and the messenger was killed, leading to Du Song and me being surrounded and Du Song dying in battle. Do you consider this a coincidence?"

"Now that Zhuang Yan has been killed by a Northern Barbarian archery expert in the chaos of battle, can't this be a coincidence?"

"Could it be that you're only investigating the truth for the centurion, but not getting to the bottom of the death of a mere sergeant?"

The surrounding officers broke out in a cold sweat and didn't dare to utter a sound.

Zhang Lu kept giving Lin Feng meaningful glances, signaling him not to add fuel to the fire.

If he really angers the young general, he will have no chance of survival!

"Good! Good! Good!"

Enraged, Lü Zheng exclaimed "Good!" three times and pointed at Lin Feng: "Men, seize him and interrogate him thoroughly!"

Lin Feng laughed upon hearing this, amused that Lü Zheng had been blinded by anger.

This is at Elephant Trunk Hill, not Zhenyuan City.

At a time of life and death, how dare they engage in such internal strife?

The officers quickly surrounded Lü Zheng, trying to persuade him and plead for Lin Feng, urging him to prioritize the overall situation.

"call out--"

Just as Lü Zheng was determined to capture the man, a sharp whistling sound of a rattlesnake suddenly rang out in the night sky.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening battle cry erupted from the west as a northern barbarian army charged out!

"kill!"

Seeing this, Lü Zheng didn't care about pursuing Lin Feng anymore. He immediately suppressed his anger and urgently ordered his soldiers to resist and retreat.

Lin Feng looked up from the chaotic crowd. Tonight, the moon was bright and the stars were few. A majestic eagle was circling in the sky, its sharp eyes fixed on the movements below...

The following day, as if cursed, Lü Zheng and his party were relentlessly pursued by the Northern Barbarian army.

No matter where they fled, they could always be accurately located by the other party.

On the fourth night after arriving at Elephant Trunk Hill, the surviving Daqian army lay in ambush in a valley, with fewer than three hundred men remaining.

The soldiers huddled in a corner, their breaths faint.

The officers huddled together, whispering amongst themselves, their brows furrowed in worry, utterly at a loss.

Lu Zheng stood with his arms crossed, his voice filled with exhaustion and despair: "If this continues, we're afraid we'll all be trapped and die in these mountains. Does anyone have a way to break this deadlock?"

All the officers remained silent.

They had tried every possible method, but they still couldn't escape the pursuit of the northern barbarians. At this point, they were at their wits' end.

Just then, Lin Feng, who was sitting not far away, suddenly spoke, his voice clearly reaching everyone's ears: "It's not impossible to escape Elephant Trunk Mountain!"

Along the way, Lin Feng charged into battle many times, leading everyone to fight their way out.

On two separate occasions, if he hadn't turned the tide, his troops would have been annihilated by the Northern Barbarian army.

Although Lü Zheng was furious yesterday and wanted to interrogate him, in this life-or-death situation, all personal grudges had to be put aside for the time being.

Although he was unwilling, he still asked in a deep voice, "What's your plan?"

Lin Feng turned his head, looked directly at Lü Zheng, and said firmly, "It's simple. If you want to live, listen to me!"