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

"arrow!"

Lin Feng gritted his teeth and reached out to take the arrow from the old soldier.

"Xiaofeng, this...this is the last arrow!"

These words struck everyone like a boulder, instantly tightening their grip.

This is Lin Feng and his team's last chance. If they fail, they will likely be wiped out in no time.

Lin Feng's face was ashen. He took the flaming armor-piercing arrow, and with a flick of his wrist, the bowstring was instantly drawn to its full length.

Two hundred paces away, the catapult's counterweight box had already fallen, the enormous kinetic energy taut the rope, causing it to creak under the strain.

Lin Feng held his breath and focused all his attention on the arrowhead.

At that moment, he felt as if time around him had suddenly slowed down.

The flame at the tip of the arrow flickered slowly in the air, and the dust kicked up by the friction between the rope pulling the counterweight box and the mechanism drifted away slowly.

Even those ferocious-looking northern barbarians moved as slowly as puppets.

This peculiar state lasted only a few breaths, but it was enough for Lin Feng.

"Buzz—"

The bowstring vibrated and twanged, and the armor-piercing arrow shot out like a meteor.

Almost simultaneously, several Northern Barbarian arrows whistled and shot towards Lin Feng's side.

"Pfft!"

Zhang Ergou was shot in the shoulder, but he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound, instead raising his shield even higher.

Wang Dalong was not spared either; his arm was slashed open by an arrow, leaving a deep gash that exposed the bone.

In Lin Feng's world, only that swiftly flying, armor-piercing arrow remained at that moment.

As the arrow pierced the sky, the catapult's launching arm also roared up as the counterweight box landed.

"call--"

The moment the launch arm rose, the armor-piercing arrow struck precisely the same spot next to the hole of the previous arrow.

"Snap!"

The launcher arm snapped in two!

Just as its power reached its peak, it shattered with a deafening roar!

Broken wooden arms and rubble flew everywhere, plunging the Northern Barbarian army camp into chaos instantly.

"boom!"

The heavy severed arm crashed down, instantly knocking down a group of northern barbarian soldiers.

Along with it, the commander's flag, which had been fluttering in the wind, also broke and fell to the ground!

The vanguard commander, Getu, was thrown into disarray by the sudden chaos, but was fortunately protected by his personal guards who risked their lives to shield him, barely managing to avoid the blow of the severed arm.

Before he could regain his composure, his lieutenant pointed to the sky and cried out in alarm, "General, watch out! A boulder!"

A stone the size of a millstone fell from the sky, heading straight for Getu's head!

"Protect the general!"

"Scatter!"

"This general is immobilized! Useless!"

Utter chaos!

The guards' loyal actions in protecting their lord had become shackles, trapping Getu in the middle like a sandwich.

For a moment, he was completely unable to move, and even dodging became a luxury.

"Bang!"

The boulder slammed heavily onto Getu's wolf-head helmet and shoulders with a dull, solid thud.

The surrounding guards were all terrified and hurriedly surrounded the area to check on the situation.

"General! Are you alright? Can you hear me?"

The lieutenant's voice trembled as he reached out to help him up.

Fresh blood flowed continuously along the edge of the wolf helmet.

Fortunately, the Northern Barbarian army's long-term siege had led to a shortage of stone, and this stone was not too heavy; otherwise, Getu would have died on the spot.

He was dizzy and disoriented, but managed to stay conscious as he said, "Don't panic... raise the general's flag and continue the attack!"

Despite his injuries, Getu remained mentally alert.

If we retreat now, and the Qian army seizes the opportunity to attack, we will inevitably be put on the defensive.

Only by maintaining an offensive posture to tie down the enemy can we buy time for a gradual retreat.

His decision was correct, but he underestimated the decisiveness of Zhang Liao, the garrison commander of Zhenyuan City!

Zhang Liao kept a close eye on the battle situation in the northeast corner. The moment the third catapult was destroyed and the Northern Barbarian commander's flag was broken, he rushed down from the city wall and ordered the army to launch an attack!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The war drums thundered within the city, the city gates suddenly burst open, and eight hundred elite cavalry charged out like tigers released from their cages!

At the same time, the defenders on the city wall shouted in unison: "The Northern Barbarian commander, Getu, is dead! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The attacking Northern Barbarian army initially refused to believe it, but when they looked back, they saw that their own commander's flag had vanished, and their hearts sank.

The general's flag is a symbol of the commander-in-chief. If the flag is there, the general is there; if the flag is lost, does it mean the commander-in-chief has truly perished?

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Just as the morale of the Northern Barbarian army was wavering, Zhang Liao, carrying a tiger-headed silver spear, led the Trapped Camp into the enemy ranks.

These eight hundred elite cavalrymen were the culmination of Zhang Liao's many years of hard work and were known as the "Trap Camp".

The entire army, all in black horses and black armor, charged into the enemy ranks like a black torrent, unstoppable!

The Northern Barbarian infantry, under the onslaught of the Trapped Camp, were slaughtered and routed.

Zhang Liao killed several men with his spear, then raised his arm and shouted, "Kill! Slay the Northern barbarians! Charge, Trapped Camp!"

The direction he chose to charge was the southeast corner where the Northern Barbarian general Getu was located.

Zhang Liao was unaware that his old rival, Getu, had already been smashed in the head by a boulder and was on the verge of fainting.

If the stone hadn't been so light, and if Getu hadn't had an extraordinary physique, he would have already died.

Seeing that the enemy's advance was unstoppable, the deputy general and other officers knew that the battle was lost. They disregarded Getu's objections and forcibly escorted him to retreat to the main camp.

After the Vanguard Battalion charged, another infantry unit emerged from inside the city gate to help mop up the remaining enemy forces.

They charged straight from the city gate to the area where Getu had been, completely disrupting the Northern Barbarian army's offensive rhythm along the way.

The tattered banner had barely been raised again when the Trapped Camp had already arrived!

"Pfft!"

Zhang Liao's spear tip pierced straight through the chest of the flag bearer, and with a single swing of his arm, he flung the soldier more than two zhang away.

His astonishing strength terrified the surrounding northern barbarian soldiers.

He spurred his horse, seized the commander's flag, raised it high above his head, and roared with boundless pride, "You barbarian Tartars! Your commander's flag has been captured by me, Zhang Liao! Why don't you surrender and offer your necks for execution!"

The elite infantry, with their lances flying, were already terrifying the northern barbarian army. Now, seeing their commander's flag captured, they dared not confront them head-on.

Zhang Liao immediately led his troops in a swift pursuit, also routing the fresh troops left behind by the Northern Barbarian army in the central camp.

At the southeast corner of the city wall, Wang Dahu slumped to the ground, panting heavily: "Finally...finally we won. I thought I was going to be smashed into mincemeat by the catapults..."

Zhang Ergou grimaced, pressing his wounded shoulder, and chuckled, "A narrow escape from death brings good fortune! Tonight, I'm going to a brothel and have my way with ten women!"

The other two veterans, who had just escaped death, laughed and cursed, "Ten more? Be careful you don't lose all your capital and die on a woman's belly!"

"What's there to be afraid of!" Zhang Ergou slapped his crotch. "At this rate, the Northern barbarians are going to die on the battlefield sooner or later. Let's enjoy ourselves while we can!"

Amidst the laughter and chatter, Lin Feng peeked out, his gaze fixed on the elite Trapped Camp that was charging across the battlefield. He muttered to himself, "Is that the Trapped Camp? They're really strong!"

This was the first time he had witnessed the might of cavalry on the battlefield.

The eight hundred men were like a sharp dagger, cutting from east to west, repeatedly piercing through the Northern Barbarian army's formation, forcing the enemy to flee in disarray.

Seeing him so engrossed in watching, Wang Dahu stood up and patted him on the shoulder: "What? Getting envious of the Trapped Camp and want to join too?"

Lin Feng was genuinely tempted. He licked his dry lips and asked, "Godfather, do you think I'm up to the task?"

"What a load of crap!"

Wang Dahu poured cold water on the idea: "The first criterion for the selection of the Vanguard Camp is excellent horsemanship. Have you forgotten how you insisted on learning to ride a horse and almost broke your leg? If you're not cut out for it, don't even think about it!"

Lin Feng chuckled upon hearing this, only then recalling the disheveled state of his predecessor when learning to ride a horse.

Today's siege ended in an unexpected and resounding victory for the defenders of Zhenyuan City.

Zhang Liao personally led the elite troops to a great victory, breaking the enemy's offensive. He then launched a surprise attack before finally returning to the city in triumph.

The defeated Northern Barbarian army fled back to their camp in panic, and dared not launch another attack.

At dusk, the setting sun was like blood.

Below the city, the Northern Barbarian army had already retreated, leaving only the corpse-collecting team to clean up the battlefield.

There were also soldiers who, under the supervision of the supervisory team, collected enemy left ears in exchange for military merits.

"Ninety-eight..."

"Ninety-nine..."

Lin Feng bent down, cut off the left ear of the last Northern Barbarian soldier who had died from his armor-piercing arrows, put it into his cloth bag, and let out a long sigh: "The last one, one hundred!"

He turned to the soldier in charge of recording the details and said, "Brother, exactly one hundred, no more, no less!"

Upon hearing this, the members of the supervisory team gathered around, looking at Lin Feng as if he were a monster.

A little further away, the soldiers who had finished tallying their battle achievements also gathered around and whispered among themselves.

"Hey guys, what are you all doing gathered around here?"

"Shh! See that kid? He killed a hundred Tartars all by himself!"

"What? A hundred? Really?"

"How could it be fake? Didn't you see the supervisory team taking notes?"

An elderly veteran, who was supervising the battle, picked up a pen to fill in numbers in the merit book, his hand trembling slightly.

His facial muscles twitched as he said, "Lin Feng, I served as a war supervisor in the Zhenyuan Army for six years and I've never seen a soldier kill a hundred men in a single battle. You...you..."

He hesitated for a long time, unable to find a suitable word to describe it.

Another veteran supervising the battle quickly stepped forward and clasped his hands in greeting: "Young Brother Lin, compared to you, we old guys have lived in vain! In the future, when you rise to prominence, please take good care of us brothers."

The others, as if waking from a dream, gathered around to offer their congratulations.

They were all seasoned veterans in the army, and everyone knew that such a feat of killing a hundred in one battle was extremely rare in the entire history of the Zhenyuan Army.

Anyone who has achieved such a feat has invariably risen rapidly through the ranks.

Today, Raymond Lam is definitely a promising "potential stock".

Wang Dahu was overjoyed. He never expected that his precious godson would return from a trip to a brothel and become a war god on the battlefield.

"Xiao Feng, you've really made your godfather proud!"

"Tonight we're going to a brothel! Good wine, good meat, good women—we'll feast! Hahahaha!"

While dealing with the soldiers who came to offer their congratulations, Lin Feng was filled with annoyance.

Before he distinguished himself, he was just an insignificant soldier.

Apart from his godfather and Uncle Er Gou, no one paid him any attention.

Now that he has turned his life around, everyone around him greets him with smiles.

This hypocrisy made him feel extremely bored.

"Wait a moment!"

Lin Feng caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of his eye, and his spirits immediately lifted. He grabbed the soldier supervising him and headed in that direction.

"I just remembered, I still have ten military merits to count! Sergeant Chen, don't you think so?"

Chen Shan was leading his men to cut off the enemy soldier's left ear. He already knew about Lin Feng's commotion, but he couldn't bring himself to go up and congratulate him. He could only pretend not to see or hear it.

Upon hearing this, he turned his head, a blank look on his face: "Lin Feng? What nonsense are you talking about? What ten military merits?"

Lin Feng almost laughed in anger: "Squad Leader Chen, have you forgotten? You said that as long as my godfather, Uncle Er Gou, and I held the southeast corner, we would each receive ten extra military merits. Have you forgotten that?"

Chen Shan crossed his arms and scoffed, "Lin Feng, didn't Wang Dahu teach you about military discipline?"

"Killing one person earns one military merit. The more northern barbarians you kill, the more military merit you should earn."

"What I said earlier was merely to motivate you to defend the city; don't take it seriously..."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ergou immediately flew into a rage: "You surnamed Chen! What the hell do you mean?"

"Why didn't you give me the promised ten military merits? Is that hole under your nose your asshole? All you do is spew filth!"

Chen Shan's eyes widened, and he shouted sternly, "Zhang Ergou! You dare talk back to me? If you dare to cause trouble again, I'll punish you for disrupting military discipline!"

Several of his lackeys immediately stepped forward, blocking Chen Shan's path, their faces menacing, looking ready to attack at any moment.

Lin Feng's face darkened as he stared intently at Chen Shan, demanding, "Sergeant Chen, are you truly going to break your promise and squander the ten military merits we risked our lives to earn?"

Chen Shan adopted a defiant stance, as if he had nothing to lose: "I'm acting according to military regulations; if I say I won't give it, I mean it!"

Fuck you!

Lin Feng felt a surge of heat rush to his head, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

His hatred for Chen Shan had long since seeped into his bones. In the past, he was powerless and could only endure being bullied.

Now that he has the ability, how can he let this Chen guy control him?

"Fine! You won't give it to me, huh? I'll beat you until you do..."

Just as Lin Feng was about to make his move, a deep, resonant voice, like a bell, came from not far away: "For a general, the most taboo thing is to break his word! If he won't give it, I will!"

Chen Shan impatiently picked at his ear, cursing, "Who the hell are you? How dare you meddle in my business..."

But when he looked up, the second half of the swear word came to an abrupt end.

Under the crimson sunset, a general in black armor rode up on horseback.

The bloodstains on the armor, illuminated by the glow of the sunset, shimmered with an eerie red light.

The intense aura of killing intent swept over him, frightening Chen Shan so much that his legs went weak and he knelt down on the spot with a "thud".

"General Zhang... General Zhang!"