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

Lin Feng suddenly pressed down with his elbow, quickly stacked his left hand on top of his right hand, and with the combined force of both palms, delivered a heavy chop.

"Clang!"

The horizontal sword and the middle of the spear shaft collided head-on!

Logically speaking, using a broadsword to directly block the middle of a spear is a situation where one is at a great disadvantage.

But Lin Feng possessed terrifying strength, and he actually managed to fight the gun barrel to a standstill!

Both Li Pingan and Lü Zheng looked surprised.

Li Ping'an was especially surprised. He never expected Lin Feng's strength to be so formidable, completely overshadowing his lack of skill. It was truly a case of overwhelming force with sheer power!

After exchanging a fierce blow, both sides retreated simultaneously.

Li Ping'an immediately changed his move, using the rebound force from the collision to pull his spear back, creating a distance of more than half a step between himself and Lin Feng.

"kill!"

With a sharp shout, Li Ping'an used the momentum of the pullback and thrust forward to aim directly at Lin Feng's exposed chest, which had been exposed during the previous fierce attack.

This move, "retreating while concealing an advance," was extremely abrupt, a precise dragging thrust that instantly pulled Lin Feng into danger.

At the critical moment, Lin Feng suddenly reached out and grabbed the barrel at the back of the gun.

At such close range, a hasty exertion would have put him at a significant disadvantage, yet his arm veins bulged and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the gun barrel so tightly that he managed to block the fatal blow!

Raymond Lam stumbled back three steps before regaining his balance.

He then gripped the gun barrel with both arms and let out a roar that made the surrounding air tremble slightly.

"open!"

He used all his strength to drag the gun barrel backward.

Li Ping'an felt a burning pain in his palms, and the gun barrel flew out of his hands as he rubbed it rapidly between his palms!

Lin Feng seized the spear and was about to draw his sword to fight again when he heard Li Ping'an suddenly shout, "Stop!"

Li Ping'an stretched out his hands, which were red and burning hot from being rubbed together, and smiled instead: "Brother Lin, you've won this match!"

Lin Feng, who was in the middle of a heated argument, was taken aback by these words: "Lord Li clearly didn't use his full strength, so how can it be considered that I won?"

He saw it clearly: Li Ping'an hadn't used his special skills at all.

Li Ping'an rubbed his palms together, his tone sincere and frank.

"Brother Lin possesses superhuman strength, far surpassing that of ordinary people."

"If I want to determine who is better than you, I will have to use my family's 'Dragon Spear Technique' along with the accompanying Qi circulation method."

"But once I unleash my marksmanship, the killing intent becomes too overwhelming, and I cannot fully control it, so it is inevitable that I might hurt you."

"Since you have taken my weapon in this contest, you are the winner."

"I, Li Ping'an, accept defeat wholeheartedly."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng quickly put down his weapon and bowed to Li Ping'an in return, saying, "Lord Li, you flatter me! I am merely outstanding in brute strength; in a true contest of skill, I am no match for you."

Li Ping'an's open-mindedness also made Lin Feng secretly feel favorably toward him.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Lu Zheng strode into the training ground, clapping his hands in praise: "What a fierce battle!"

"Brother Li's marksmanship is superb, quite like his father's."

"With Lin Feng's strength, he'll definitely become my godfather's right-hand man in the future!"

Lü Zheng knew best the difficulties Zhang Liao faced in defending Zhenyuan City.

He was genuinely happy for Zhang Liao that such a talented person had emerged in the army.

Li Ping'an shook his head: "My marksmanship is far inferior to my godfather's!"

"However, Brother Lin's strength is truly astonishing; it's a real pity he doesn't practice martial arts."

"Brother Lin, I have a sword technique here called 'Mount Tai Three-Layer Waves,' which my late father extracted a move from the family's spear technique and evolved it."

"This sword technique is best suited for those with great strength in the army. It is simple and practical. You might as well try it out."

After saying that, he took out a thread-bound book from his pocket.

Lin Feng gazed at the sword manual, his expression slightly hesitant: "This...this is far too valuable, Lord Li, I..."

From Li Ping'an and Lü Zheng's conversation, he already knew that such martial arts classics that recorded specific moves and methods of circulating qi were extremely valuable.

If an ordinary family obtains this book and studies it diligently, they can secure their livelihood.

Lu Zheng patted Lin Feng on the shoulder: "Brother Li is giving it to you, so just accept it! He practiced this sword technique for three years before mastering it, and he plans to promote it to the Liaodong army in the future, so it's not exactly a secret."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng no longer declined and solemnly accepted the first martial arts manual of his life.

That day, Li Ping'an demonstrated "Three Waves of Mount Tai" for him in the training ground, explaining the key points of the moves and the techniques of circulating qi in detail. They were busy until almost midnight before they dispersed...

At midnight, all was quiet.

In the Northern Barbarian army camp north of Zhenyuan City, a sense of solemnity pervaded the area outside the central command tent.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The whip lashed across the flesh with a whooshing sound, leaving deep, bloody welts that revealed the raw bone.

The Northern Barbarian deputy general, Bao Yin, was shirtless, his strong muscles exposed, his back already a bloody mess from being whipped.

Before sunset, Bao Yin led his troops back from clearing out the enemy at Elephant Trunk Mountain.

After leading his troops away from Elephant Trunk Mountain, he pursued Lü Zheng's remaining forces southward.

Unexpectedly, Raymond Lam changed course and took a side road, causing him to chase after him for two days in vain, ultimately finding nothing and having to turn back in frustration.

The Northern Barbarian commander, Bayan Mengke, was furious and ordered Baoyin to be severely punished with one hundred lashes as a warning to others.

Baoyin clenched her teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and remained silent.

The failure to annihilate the Daqian army not only resulted in the disruption of their own supply lines but also caused delays in their battle plans.

He knew in his heart that he was not unjustly punished.

Inside the military tent, Bayan Mengke's face was ashen, while the two generals behind him, Getu and Bato, had different expressions.

Bayan Mengke originally had four brave and skilled generals under his command, two of whom had been transferred back to Shuo and Feng prefectures to quell the Daqian rebels who were quelling the uprising in the area.

Getu and Bato have always been at odds in temperament and political views, and have harbored deep resentment in private.

Bao Yin's incompetence made Ge Tu feel ashamed, and he hung his head with a livid face.

But Barto, with a smile on his lips, watched Baoyin being tortured, as if he were watching Getu bring shame upon himself, and felt extremely pleased.

"Snap—"

With the final lash, the executioner immediately withdrew.

Bayan Mengke's voice was icy cold: "Baoyin has performed poorly in battle. Considering her past achievements, she is demoted by half a rank and her salary is suspended for six months, as a warning to observe her future performance!"

Bao Yin's face turned deathly pale. Upon hearing this, he knelt on one knee and bowed, saying, "This humble general, Bao Yin, thanks the General for sparing my life!"

Bayan Mengke waved his hand: "Getu, Bato, you may also step down! The entire army will rest tomorrow, and we will resume the siege as soon as the new siege equipment arrives."

Getu felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly bowed as he withdrew.

After the people outside the tent had all left, Sa Li, the strategist who was close to Boyan Mengke, slowly walked in from outside the tent.

"General, I have confirmed that the new batch of military equipment sent by the Ordnance Department will arrive at the camp in two days."

Bayan Mengke nodded slightly, but his brows remained furrowed, and his face was full of worry.

"So what if the weapons arrive?"

"With the Liaodong army stationed there, Zhenyuan City is as solid as a rock."

"If I cannot conquer this city for the Northern Barbarians, how can I face His Majesty?"

These past few days, he has been preoccupied with devising a plan to breach the city, and his worries have been hard to shake.

Sa Li stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "General, you have conquered Shuozhou, Fengzhou, and half of Youzhou in succession. Your achievements are unparalleled in the court, and no one in the court can match you. I have a plan that may help you break through the city!"

"Oh? What kind of plan is it?"

A glint of light flashed in Boyan Mengke's eyes.

Sa Li was his most trusted confidant, and had offered him many ingenious plans since infiltrating the Great Qian Dynasty.

Sa Li lowered his voice, leaned close to Boyan Mengke, and explained his plan in detail.

Upon hearing this, Bayan Mengke hesitated, saying, "Zhang Liao is the commander-in-chief of the three armies and his martial arts are extremely high. Is this plan really feasible? If it fails, our army will suffer heavy losses."

Sa Li said softly, "General, you are wise. The princes in the Liao Kingdom are vying for the throne, and it is unknown when the internal strife will be quelled."

"As long as the Liao Dynasty has not established a new emperor, the Liaodong army cannot return to Liaodong. The only way to breach the city is through unconventional tactics!"

"Although my plan is quite risky, if it succeeds, it will increase our chances of capturing Zhenyuan City by at least 20%."

Bayan Mengke's eyes darted around rapidly as he weighed the pros and cons for a long time. He then slammed his hand on the table and said in a deep voice, "Fine! Go and make all the preparations! No matter the cost, you must succeed!"