Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1072 The Duan Family's Good Servant

Duan Jingqiu glared at them angrily, then turned to look at the calm-faced assassins holding torches.

"Who is the leader among you?"

No one answered; only the torches rattled and crackled in the night wind.

Duan Jingqiu chuckled coldly, his voice filled with a pitiful sullenness.

"Don't think you'll get a reward for completing the mission. Let me tell you the truth, none of you will get back alive."

Despite Duan Jingqiu's cold tone and threatening words.

The assassins around her remained standing motionless, their eyes devoid of any emotion as they stared at the eldest daughter of the Duan family standing on the ground.

They may know very well that after completing such a mission, their masters would not allow them to continue living, but their own families could live very well.

Seeing that the assassins were unmoved, Duan Jingqiu had no choice but to turn to look at Duan Long and Duan Hu.

"Duan Long and Duan Hu".

"exist."

"If you two want to live, you must protect my life. Do you understand that clearly?"

The two remained silent. Having served in the Duan family for many years, they naturally knew the rules. Seeing that the eldest daughter of the main family had been eliminated, they knew they would be silenced.

This outcome was already predetermined the moment they left the Duan family's gate.

The two had prayed that they would not encounter the young lady, and even if they knew her whereabouts, they planned to pretend not to know and let it pass by.

As long as they can't find the young lady, they can save their lives, and these assassins won't have to die.

Who knew that fate would play such a cruel trick? The two tongues that were casually snatched back turned out to be their own young lady. What could they do but lament?

“Miss, Master raised us and gave our family a wealthy life. How dare we disobey Master’s orders? Duan Long and Duan Hu are willing to die with you.”

Upon hearing this, Duan Jingqiu felt a pang of sorrow. It seemed that he could not escape death today, and it was a pity that he had also taken the innocent life of Mr. Mu Chuan.

“Mr. Mu Chuan, it was Duan Jingqiu who implicated you. Now that you’re down here, I’m willing to be your slave and atone for the Duan family’s sins.”

She resigned herself to her fate, powerless to struggle in the face of such a situation.

Lin Feng sighed, "Ah, it's truly touching. The Duan family has raised such a fine servant. Second Master Duan is truly skilled."

He had figured it out: most of these people would obey orders, kill Duan Jingqiu, and then commit suicide to atone for their sins.

Or, if they couldn't bring themselves to kill each other, they would slaughter one another without leaving any survivors.

Even if someone survives, there will be hidden experts who will come out to clean up the scene.

Lin Feng usually doesn't interfere in other people's family affairs, but he saved Duan Jingqiu's life, and even knowing he was about to be killed, Duan Jingqiu still spoke up for him, Lin Feng.

This wasn't an act; it truly came from her heart.

Therefore, Lin Feng's compassion overflowed again.

Just then, a whistle rang out from somewhere, and the twenty Duan family assassins around them all drew their steel knives and took a step forward.

"Do it."

One of the assassins shouted in a low voice.

As soon as he spoke, the assassin holding the torch slammed it into the ground, plunging the surroundings into darkness.

The next moment, the assassins swung their steel blades and slashed at Duan Jingqiu, Duan Long, and Duan Hu.

Duan Long and Duan Hu rushed towards Duan Jingqiu, using their bodies to block the steel blades from all sides, trying to buy their young lady more time.

This can be considered as fulfilling one's loyalty and filial piety before one's master.

Four or five more Duan family henchmen raised their knives and slashed at Lin Feng, who was sitting on the ground. They would kill even their own family members, let alone an outsider. How could they let him leave alive?

The sound of a steel knife piercing flesh rang out, followed by a scream of agony.

Twenty Duan family assassins took turns hacking and slashing, and after countless blows, it is estimated that Duan Jingqiu, Duan Long, and Duan Hu had been chopped into mincemeat.

The whistling from the shadows changed again. In the darkness, the Duan family assassins raised their knives once more and began to attack those around them indiscriminately.

The time was very short, and someone in the crowd lit a torch.

An elderly man with white hair and beard, holding a torch, carefully moved among the scattered corpses.

If anyone was still alive, he would use the longsword he held in his hand to deliver the final blow, striving to ensure that not a single person remained alive.

The blood scattered on the ground reflected a red glow under the torchlight.

Duan Long and Duan Hu lay on the ground, their arms, legs, and heads almost completely severed from their bodies, their shoulders and backs a bloody mess, their bodies in pieces.

The elderly man with white hair and beard used his long sword to poke at the scattered corpses, silently memorizing numbers.

There were a total of twenty-four people and twenty-four corpses at the scene; not one could be missing.

However, after counting three times, the old man still found two bodies missing. One of the most crucial bodies was nowhere to be found no matter how carefully he searched.

The old man stood blankly on the ground littered with corpses, his eyes darting around.

He had been following behind these twenty-odd people the whole time, and everything was under control until just now. How could two people have disappeared in the blink of an eye?

In particular, the person sitting on the ground with their hands bound also suddenly disappeared.

What a ghost.

The old man had never made a mistake; he trusted his eyes and, even more so, his ability to control the situation.

Having lived most of my life, I now doubt my own beliefs.

With no other option, he held up a torch and expanded the search area, counting each item one by one, step by step.

In the end, there were still two people missing.

The old man trembled. If he hadn't seen a real ghost, then there must be a real person here, a true master far superior to himself.

Without further hesitation, the old man tossed aside the torch, and with a flash, leaped out, his body like a giant bat, soaring into the night.

Just twenty or thirty steps away from the scene, behind a horse, Lin Feng put one arm around Duan Jingqiu's body, letting her trembling body nestle in his arms.

The two watched silently as the old man with white hair and beard walked among the corpses.

Gradually, Duan Jingqiu stopped trembling. She leaned closer to Lin Feng, hugged his waist, pressed her cheek against his chest, and quietly watched the flickering torch in the dark night.

Until the old man, like a startled rabbit, jumped up and darted into the darkness.

"Mr. Kikawa, how could this happen?"

Lin Feng patted her on the shoulder.

"Alright, go bury them."

Duan Jingqiu pouted: "I really want to leave them hanging like this."

"They had no choice in the matter; they were simply doing their duty to your Duan family."

Duan Jingqiu thought about it and realized it was true. He sighed, released Lin Feng's waist, and walked forward.

At this moment, she was not afraid of the corpses scattered all over the ground, even though they were all lying on the ground covered in blood, and some of them had their necks cut off.

He picked up a steel knife and began digging a hole with all his might.

Lin Feng also came over to help.

His main concern was that leaving so many corpses like this might cause a plague and harm the people.

By the time they had buried the bodies, dawn was breaking. As the night passed and the sun shone through, the horrific scene was completely covered by the yellow earth.

The entire field returned to its original peace and tranquility, with only a dozen or so warhorses scattered around, leisurely grazing on the green grass.