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

Is that Raymond Lam?!

Lu Zheng mustered the last bit of strength from his exhausted and numb body and ran wildly southward, using both his hands and feet.

"Trying to leave?"

Seeing that she was about to succeed, Bao Yin was not about to let her prey escape.

He strode after him, slashing out with his broadsword.

The curved notches and sharp serrations along the edge of the sword flashed like the fangs of a giant beast, as if to tear Lü Zheng apart.

"Whoosh!" Just then, another armor-piercing arrow pierced through the air.

This arrow was even faster and more powerful than the previous one.

"Clang!"

The broadsword was hit again, forcing Bao Yin to switch from offense to defense.

Even with his superhuman strength, he dared not be careless in the face of such a powerful armor-piercing arrow.

Then, armor-piercing arrows came in rapid succession.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three arrows came in quick succession, and Baoyin had no choice but to parry them with all her might, managing to withstand the three heavy blows.

His pursuit was abruptly halted, and enraged, he roared to the sky, "What kind of hero are you, hiding cowards? If you're a man, get out here for your Grandpa Baoyin!"

His only response was a barrage of even more powerful armor-piercing arrows and a hearty laugh.

"Hahahaha! Baoyin, remember my name—Lin Feng, the sergeant of Zhenyuan City in Daqian!"

"Your father, Lin Feng, will spare your life today, but if we meet again on the battlefield, I will surely take your head!"

"Whoosh!"

The last armor-piercing arrow came at an extremely tricky angle. Bao Yin twisted her waist, raised her elbow, and swung her sword fiercely.

"Clang—"

"puff!"

The armor-piercing arrow was slightly deflected, losing most of its force, and finally pierced Bao Yin's armor under his ribs, but did not damage his skin or flesh.

Bao Yin's pupils contracted slightly, and a hint of fear arose in her heart at Lin Feng's terrifying archery skills.

Such archery skills were rare even among the entire Northern Barbarian army.

How could the other party be just a minor section chief?

He gripped the slightly numb hilt of his sword tightly, and roared to the sky once more, "Lin Feng! I will kill you! I will kill you! Ah!"

Bao Yin had rarely met his match since joining the army, but he never expected to suffer a loss at the hands of a mere squad leader.

In this final battle at Elephant Trunk Hill, he etched the name Lin Feng deep into his heart.

An hour later, on the southern slope of Elephant Trunk Hill, in a secluded forest with a babbling brook.

The remnants of the Daqian army, who had narrowly escaped death, were quietly regrouping.

They dared not light a campfire, and could only silently chew on the remaining dry rations and wild fruits they had gathered from the mountains to stave off hunger.

The wounded soldiers hastily bandaged their wounds with the last of their medicine, and everything proceeded in complete silence, accompanied only by the babbling of the stream.

Lin Feng sat on a blue stone, washing his bow and arrows with the help of the stream, his movements steady and efficient.

He heard light footsteps behind him, and a moment later, Lü Zheng sat down beside him.

"Zhang Lugang just finished counting the people, and we have 209 people left."

Lu Zheng's waist, legs, and arms were wrapped in makeshift bandages. He had been seriously injured during the breakout battle, and his tone was filled with undisguised exhaustion.

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, said nothing, and simply dipped the remaining armor-piercing arrows into the stream.

As the babbling brook washed over the arrow, the bloodstains on its shaft gradually disappeared, revealing the cold, hard shaft.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Lü Zheng took a deep breath and solemnly said, "Lin Feng, thank you for your help today, otherwise... I would have already perished in the mountains."

Lin Feng kept his eyes down and didn't look up, replying casually, "Lord Lü, there's no need to worry. I just happened to break through first and then lay in ambush to support my brothers."

Lu Zheng was silent for a moment, then said, "How can I not remember the life-saving grace? I owe you a favor."

Lin Feng suddenly laughed, a hint of amusement in his smile.

"I thought Lord Lü was coming to arrest me and interrogate me thoroughly."

He hadn't forgotten Lü Zheng's attitude towards Zhuang Yan's death in the mountains.

Lu Zheng's facial muscles twitched slightly, and he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He took the water bottle from his waist, gulped down two mouthfuls, and then handed it to Lin Feng.

A rich aroma of wine wafts towards you.

"liquor?"

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow and looked over. After being in the mountains for many days, Lü Zheng still had some fine wine hidden away.

"My godfather once said that one should not drink alcohol while on military duty. I have kept this wine all this time, and only now do I have the time."

Lu Zheng looked into the distance and said calmly, "Will you drink it or not? If not, I'll take it back."

Lin Feng snatched the kettle and took a big gulp.

The spicy liquor slid down my esophagus, instantly dispelling the fatigue and depression of the past few days of life-or-death struggle.

"Excellent wine!"

He gave a thumbs-up and handed the kettle back to Lü Zheng.

Holding the kettle, Lü Zheng suddenly sighed: "I will no longer pursue Zhuang Yan's matter; he will be treated as having been killed by the Northern Barbarians."

"But I still cannot agree with the practice of resorting to vigilante justice to settle scores, which goes against the law."

He actually wanted to ask whether Lin Feng was responsible for Zhuang Yan's death.

But he knew that Lin Feng would never admit it without evidence.

Lin Feng gave a complex smile: "Lord Lü makes it sound so easy, as if the law can settle all injustices in the world. In the end, you, me, and people like Du Song are fundamentally different."

"What's different?" Lu Zheng asked, frowning slightly.

"Lord Lü is General Zhang Liao's adopted son. Based on this identity alone, he is fundamentally different from us."

Lin Feng raised his hand to signal him to calm down and continued, "I'm not saying that Lord Lü got his position as a commander through connections. I admire your courage and ability."

"What I mean is, if Lord Lü encounters injustice, he can still seek justice from General Zhang..."

At this point, he pointed to himself, and then to Wang Dahu, Zhang Ergou, and others sitting not far away.

"People like us, with no one to rely on, are used to suffering losses and humiliation."

"Back in the army, I was often bullied by Chen Shan, but there was no one to reason with."

"No one will stand up for us; we can only rely on ourselves."

A hint of melancholy flashed in Lin Feng's eyes: "Just like Brother Du Song, he was schemed against without any evidence, and he could only accept his fate until his death, leaving behind only a lonely girl in the world."

"Lord Lü, tell me, who will give him justice?"

Lu Zheng fell silent, took the water bottle, and took a big gulp without saying a word.

He pondered Lin Feng's words repeatedly.

Even though I still can't condone this form of vigilante justice, a strange sense of powerlessness welled up inside me.

Lin Feng said nothing more, silently took the water bottle, and took another sip.

As dawn broke and the sky began to lighten, the morning sun pierced through the clouds and bathed the blood-stained mountains and forests.

The long and cruel night finally came to an end, and dawn broke...

The flames of war still rage atop Zhenyuan City.

From night to dawn, the tug-of-war between the Northern Barbarians and the Great Qian Dynasty continues fiercely.

Zhang Liao, carrying a long spear, rushed back and forth across the city walls, rushing to reinforce and plug leaks.

With a flick of his wrist, he precisely knocked down a Northern Barbarian soldier with the tip of his spear, slamming him violently off the city wall.

Before they could catch their breath, three more northern barbarian soldiers roared and charged at them.

Zhang Liao took a deep breath, swept his spear horizontally, and unleashed a powerful strike with a gust of wind.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three northern barbarian soldiers were hit in succession and sent flying backward.

Taking advantage of the situation, Zhang Liao closed in, raised his spear, and pierced a man's throat.

"General!"

Lieutenant Bian Xi, covered in blood and looking anxious, rushed over to report.

"A section of the northeast corner of the city wall has been breached by catapults, and the battle at the breach is critical; our army is about to be overwhelmed!"

The battle at Zhenyuan City became increasingly fierce as the Northern Barbarians launched their frenzied attacks.

If it weren't for the Northern Barbarian army's shortage of food and supplies, which meant that the number of troops they could deploy for attacks each day was gradually decreasing, this city would probably have fallen a day ago.

"Bian Xi! Hold the line here. I will personally go to the northeast corner!"

Zhang Liao made a decisive move and led his personal guards to rush to the rescue.

With the battle so fierce, this commander, who should have been in command of the central army, had no choice but to go to the front line and fight alongside his soldiers!