Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 175 A life-and-death battle

This was a house with three rooms and earthen walls. After two or three hits from the war horses, a wall collapsed.

Dust and smoke rose up, and a Tartar rode his horse towards the earth wall.

Unexpectedly, a feather arrow emerged from the dust and accurately pierced the Tartar's throat.

The Tartar fell off his horse, causing a cry of surprise.

The other Tatars raised their shields and continued to ride their horses against the earth wall.

However, another feather arrow flew out from the window on the side of the house and pierced the side of the neck of a Tartar.

Although the Tartars were shot down continuously, the thatched hut could not withstand the continuous impact of the war horses.

Finally, it collapsed unwillingly.

This was Lin Feng's most frustrating battle. He was almost buried in the house among the broken walls.

Fortunately, not all of the huts collapsed.

Lin Feng, who was hiding in the corner, shot countless arrows.

Every arrow could almost take the life of a Tartar.

There are a lot of arrows in the room, but you need to slow down your arms after each shot.

It's so sore. Maybe I've injured the tendon from pulling the bow too much.

The house collapsed and the Tartars cheered.

Unexpectedly, he got carried away and was shot down again.

The Tartars raised their shields, waited for the dust to settle, and then rushed in to kill people.

Lin Feng would not wait. There were Tartars everywhere outside the house. He chose a direction with fewer people and jumped up.

Rushed out from the dust and smoke.

He swung his sword in the air and chopped a Tartar riding a warhorse off his horse.

Lin Feng happened to land on the back of the warhorse.

He pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, and ran towards the village.

Arrows were flying behind him, but he didn't bother to resist. He just crouched down and ran around among the broken walls.

A group of Tartars shouted and rode their horses to chase after them.

Unexpectedly, he just turned an alley and chased after him.

There was no one on the warhorse.

The Tartar looked around, wondering which dilapidated house the man had jumped into.

They shouted and cursed loudly, dispersed their team, and looked for Lin Feng's whereabouts.

Lin Feng flipped over from his running warhorse, jumped over a low wall, and rolled on the ground to release the force.

Then he went into another room.

My shoulder hurts a little, maybe from the arrow.

My lower back also hurts, probably because I hit a rock when I landed.

In short, my whole body ached and I didn't know where I was injured.

Finally I can take a breath.

Observing the Tartars outside in secret.

Seeing them disperse, I felt a little relieved.

Just separate them and see how I defeat them one by one.

Fortunately, the Tatars who came to pursue them this time were all wearing iron armor and white clothes, and no one in bronze armor followed them.

Lin Feng also heard the sound of fighting in the village, and thought that the guards were also having a hard time.

I wonder how many of the dozen or so guards will be left after this battle.

If it was a large army, with me killing so many people, the others would have been scared away long ago.

But the Tartars were ferocious and had no idea of ​​retreating.

This is an east room, small, dark, and looks shabby.

If it is discovered by the Tartars, they can just hit it with their war horses and it will collapse.

Lin Feng was thinking about changing places when he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves rushing towards him.

Damn, this is going to crash into the house!

Lin Feng couldn't wait to be buried in the house, so he jumped forward and rolled out of the door.

Before he could stand firm, the dilapidated thatched house behind him collapsed.

In the weed-filled yard, Lin Feng turned around, drew his bow, and shot the arrow based on his feeling.

The Tartar cavalryman who crashed into the house was walking through the dust without even opening his eyes.

He felt a chill in his throat, lost control of his body, and fell off the horse.

Lin Feng threw away his bow and arrow, picked up his knife and went into another room.

Unable to shoot arrows, he felt soreness and weakness in his shoulders and arms. He must have strained his tendons.

The Tartars immediately rushed towards him from behind.

The door of the house is too narrow for the war horses to get in.

A Tartar jumped off his horse and rushed into the house, looking as if he was not afraid of death.

Unfortunately, his knife is not as fast as Lin Feng's.

As soon as he landed, he was stabbed in the neck.

Lin Feng no longer swung his knife to chop people, and needed to use clever strength to avoid further hurting his arm.

The Tatars surrounded the house, some continued to ram the wall with their horses, while others abandoned their horses and rushed into the house.

Anyone who could rush into the door of the house was stabbed to death by Lin Feng.

Fortunately, the house was relatively solid, and the Tartar war horses charged into it for a long time, but it still stood firm.

At this time, Lin Feng began to feel dizzy.

He knew it was a sign of excessive blood loss.

It needs to be bandaged to stop the bleeding, otherwise the bleeding alone can be fatal.

No more Tartars continued to die, and there were banging sounds outside the house.

Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief and began to check his injuries.

He tore open his clothes and tremblingly tied up a bleeding wound.

My back is wet, I'm afraid that arrow was quite powerful.

I can't handle this myself.

He could only grit his teeth and swing his knife to cut off the arrow shaft, leaving the arrowhead in his body temporarily.

The wound on the leg was also bandaged tightly.

Fortunately, he kept the small wine flask given by Bai Jing in his arms.

He took it out and took a big gulp, and his spirits were lifted.

Tie the steel knife tightly to your hand with a cloth strip to prevent it from slipping out.

Take a deep breath.

At this time, the Tartars saw that they could not knock down the house, so they began to organize a charge inside.

Lin Feng also sighed. These Tartars were truly desperate criminals. To say they were dog-skin plasters was an exaggeration.

Three more Tatars armed with knives rushed into the doorway.

Without hesitation, Lin Feng stepped forward and rushed forward, stabbing one of the Tartars with his steel knife following the gap between them.

Another Tartar's knife came at him, and he didn't dodge it, so he could only use his armor to block it.

He took advantage of the situation and stabbed the Tatar to death.

The last Tartar roared loudly, raised his knife above his head and slashed at Lin Feng.

He slightly tilted his body, letting the scimitar brush past his body, while he held the steel knife with both hands and stabbed it into the opponent's throat.

It didn't take him much time to defeat the three Tartars.

Covered in blood, he looked like a god of death.

Lin Feng half-knelt on the ground, leaning on a steel knife in his hand, breathing heavily.

His appearance frightened a Tartar who had just broken in and made him stunned on the spot.

Before the other party could react, Lin Feng's steel knife had already stabbed into his lower abdomen.

The opponent's scimitar also hit Lin Feng's back.

Fortunately, there was armor to resist.

However, the huge impact also caused him to spit out blood.

No one rushed in again for the time being.

Lin Feng calculated that he had killed more than thirty Tartars, so there shouldn't be many left outside.

I listened carefully and found that the sounds of fighting nearby gradually became less frequent.

He stood up with the help of his knife and slowly looked outside the house.

There was no one in the broken yard, and no one knew where the Tartars had gone.

Lin Feng picked up the steel knife and slowly walked back along the broken earth wall.

The corpses of Tartars were lying everywhere on the ground.

He walked all the way to the courtyard at the entrance of the village and saw his warhorse leisurely nibbling on the weeds outside the broken wall.

The Tatars are good at riding and live on horseback all day long.

So, they would not harm the war horses.

Lin Feng quietly came to his warhorse and pulled out the crossbow from the saddle.

When he returned to the yard, he took the quiver from the dead Tartar.

According to the length of the crossbow arrow, he cut the arrow in half with a knife, trimmed the tail, and tried to put it into the crossbow box.

Fortunately, it can be used.

With the bow box full, Lin Feng instantly felt that he had something to rely on.