Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 150: Dark Wind in the Daytime

A thousand Tatar cavalrymen suddenly crowded together.

The Tatars behind pulled the reins hard.

At this moment, Lin Feng ordered a long-range attack.

Suddenly, a dark cloud of feather arrows rose from the sky, streaked across the air, and stabbed towards the crowded Tatars.

There was another round of turmoil, and the Tartars were hit by arrows at a high rate.

The front began to move forward slowly, while the back was still waiting.

Lin Qiaomei's long-range attacks continued endlessly.

Although they gradually lost their effectiveness, they were all blocked by the Tartars with shields or sheepskin mattresses.

However, there were still some Tatars who were hit by arrows and fell off their horses.

When the Tatars reorganized their troops, they had lost an estimated 200 cavalrymen.

At this time, nearly a thousand Tatar cavalry had dispersed in the wilderness and were moving towards Lin Feng's team in a fan shape.

Lin Feng arranged each team, with the old members leading the new soldiers.

They stood in a sword formation, with the soldiers standing in front holding crossbows and waiting.

Lin Feng observed these soldiers of the government army.

Although they showed nervousness and fear, they were much better than the border troops.

At least so far, no one has deserted.

The Tatar cavalry quickly rushed into the range of fifty steps. They bypassed the beehive and increased their speed to the maximum.

Looking at the Tatar cavalry all over the mountains and plains, it was a cruel test for the soldiers' psychology.

Feather arrows were flying all over the sky and swooping down from mid-air.

Many soldiers couldn't help but draw their bows and shoot arrows in retaliation.

Some soldiers simply closed their eyes and raised their shields.

Some of the soldiers standing at the back have already started to retreat, ready to run away at any time.

The Tartars' arrows rained down, and countless soldiers fell on the battlefield.

Unable to wait any longer, Lin Feng waved his hand quickly.

The messenger immediately blew the bamboo whistle.

The soldier standing in the front immediately raised his crossbow and aimed at the Tatar cavalry rushing forward.

"kill!"

Lin Feng roared.

All the crossbows made a twanging sound, and hundreds of crossbow arrows shot towards the enemy cavalry.

But the crossbow is not limited to this. The chain crossbow can shoot eight crossbow arrows in a row. At a distance of nearly fifty steps, a skilled soldier can shoot at least three rounds or more.

The sound of the bowstring being stretched exploded continuously.

The Tatar cavalry fell off their horses one after another, and the scene of people and horses falling to the ground was once again staged.

Lin Feng pulled out the steel knife and took a deep breath.

After he finished shooting the last round of crossbow arrows, it was time for close combat.

The thirty guards behind him also held their weapons in their hands, waiting for Lin Feng's order, and then rushed into the enemy group without hesitation.

The Tatar cavalry charging in front fell to the ground.

The cavalry behind them stopped charging forward and just shouted loudly.

"Yinfeng!"

"Yinfeng!"

As one Tartar shouted, many Tartars followed suit.

Then, something happened that shocked Lin Feng and others.

The Tatar cavalry began to circle their horses and turn around.

One after another, they urged their horses and ran straight back.

Lin Feng was so confused that he felt dizzy.

What is this ghost?

But he reacted quickly and shouted loudly.

"Mount your horses and charge!"

All the soldiers quickly abandoned their sword formation and went to look for their horses.

Lin Feng was the first to spur his horse forward, and the thirty guards followed closely behind in pursuit.

Of course, Lin Feng can't run too fast.

His warhorse was fast and he was the first to charge.

If we move too fast, we will be separated from the main force and be beaten by the Tartars.

When the main force caught up, Lin Feng was still leading the way and rushing to the front.

Further ahead were the Tatar cavalry, running all over the mountains and fields.

The Tatars were good riders and no one fell behind.

After chasing for a while, the large army was pushed further and further away.

Lin Feng raised his hand and ordered to stop the pursuit.

This life-and-death battle was won inexplicably like this.

Wule also lost this battle inexplicably.

He was unable to stop his cavalry from retreating and fleeing.

In desperation, he had to turn his horse around and run back with the large group of cavalry.

Seeing that the pursuers behind stopped chasing.

Wulecai ordered his men to gather the armored leaders of each tribe and stop in a wasteland.

A dozen armored leaders stood around with their heads bowed.

Wule had a gloomy face and stared at his men one by one.

Half a day later, Wule finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Can anyone tell me why we retreated? Who was the first to retreat without my permission?"

No one spoke, and the scene was silent.

"It's best to come forward yourself, otherwise, by the time I find out, it will be too late."

Wule continued to threaten.

After a while, an armored Tartar said hesitantly.

"Master Tongjia, I heard someone calling the name Lin Feng."

"Lin Feng?"

Hearing someone talking, the armored leader in the field finally mustered up the courage to speak.

"Master Tongjia, those strange bows and arrows were made by Lin Feng."

"Yes, it's irresistible. We've suffered a great loss before."

"The large army on the opposite side must be Lin Feng's troops."

They spoke one after another, leaving Wule confused.

"Shut up and speak one by one!"

The first armored leader who spoke explained at Wule's signal.

"Lord Tongjia, we have fought many battles with Lin Feng, and countless people have been killed and wounded. Especially the bows and arrows that Lin Feng made, which are extremely lethal. And that square sword formation and horse traps have caused us to lose countless cavalry."

"and then?"

"So, after our cavalry discovered that it was Lin Feng, they retreated in time to avoid greater losses."

Wule finally understood the whole story.

He shouted angrily: "That's called a timely retreat? That's called deserting the battlefield!"

"Who heard my order to retreat? Hmm~"

"You're retreating without my order?"

"Damn it, who was the first to retreat?"

Wule's series of curses made all the armored leaders shut up and lower their heads.

They had no choice, the Tiezhen tribe's fighting style was originally very casual.

Once the order to attack is issued, it is basically no longer under the control of the leader.

Relying on their respective superb skills, they rushed into the enemy camp.

Generally, large armies cannot withstand their attacks and will quickly collapse.

Who would have thought that a Lin Feng would appear and make some strange and bizarre things, causing all the tribesmen to feel fear.

Although Wule was very angry, he could not find the first cavalryman who retreated.

He sat down on the ground and ignored the armored leaders surrounding him.

I was thinking about how to fight next.

Lin Feng led his troops back, cleaned up the battlefield, and without resting, immediately set out to chase Qin Fang and Li Donglai.

On the way, Lin Feng turned around and asked several guards.

"Did you hear what the Tartars shouted when they retreated?"

Fan Jinsong frowned and said, "General, I heard them shouting Yin Feng."

Lin Feng frowned and asked, "Yin Feng? Da Zonghua?"

Xie Zhong also nodded: "Yes, it is a common saying, Yin Feng."

"Where does this cold wind come from?"

Lin Qiaomei also came up to Lin Feng and rode side by side with him.

"This cold wind is very strange. It frightens the Tartars, but I don't feel anything."

"How can there be a cold wind in broad daylight?"