PDLP Chapter 1025 What's in My Heart
Chapter 1025 What's in My Heart
They didn't have to wait long before another archer was knocked down.
The leader of the dozen or so archers was filled with fear. He jumped off a wall and quickly went to the archers who had just fallen.
He wanted to find out exactly what had killed his men.
The archer who had fallen to the ground was no longer breathing; his body lay limply on the ground. The archer leader discovered that the archer had been hit on the head by a heavy object, his skull was shattered, and he was already dead before he even fell.
The archer leader examined the two bodies. The other archer had a broken spine, which caused him to lose control of his body when he fell to the ground, resulting in his death by hitting his head first.
Just as the archer leader was examining the corpse, two more archers were struck and fell to the ground, whereupon they remained silent.
The archer leader immediately gave a signal, ordering all archers to retreat and take cover, ceasing all firing.
But no matter where they hid, the buzzing sound in the darkness continued to ring in their ears, followed by a muffled thud.
If it hits the head, chest, or back, the consequences can be broken bones, fractured tendons, and a shattered skull.
Seeing that things were going badly, the archer leader didn't care about his men and slipped into a house, hiding under a broken table.
He wanted to wait for his opponent to leave before escaping.
I never expected to take on such a deadly mission. Before I could figure anything out, all of my elite archers were wiped out.
The archer leader hunched over, huddled under the table, his mind filled with resentment as he pondered how to get revenge.
Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice.
"Buzzing..."
It is the sound of a heavy object breaking through the air as it rotates and flies through the air.
The archer leader looked up in astonishment, his eyes staring into the darkness where he could see nothing, as if the heavy object was already close at hand.
His judgment was accurate. Just as he looked up and stared ahead, he heard the broken table above his head shatter with a crack. Then, his head jolted, stars flashed before his eyes, and he was instantly plunged into darkness again.
Lin Feng's consciousness was connected to the broken sword, only about twenty steps away. When it was further away, he felt that his consciousness was somewhat blurred, as if it were broken and connected at the same time.
As he slowly walked into the alleyway, the black-clad archers hiding around him were struck one by one by his broken sword and died a violent death.
These are all ordinary martial artists; eight or nine archers have already died, and the mastermind has yet to appear.
This reclusive sect cultivator is truly a coward, only sending ordinary people to their deaths while hiding in the shadows and daring not to show himself.
Lin Feng could see clearly that the black-clad archers hiding not far away were all pirates, so it felt perfectly natural for him to attack.
He flung the broken sword out again and again, only to recall it each time, finding it incredibly satisfying to smash it.
Since the other party shot him with a bow and arrow, this can be considered legitimate self-defense.
Even though no one will criticize Lin Feng, he still needs to position himself on the moral high ground.
In Lin Feng's mind, the standard for attacking ordinary martial artists is those who have the thought of attacking him and then act on it.
Yes, not only those who actually launch an attack, but also those who only have thoughts of attacking are not allowed.
As he swung his broken sword, he carefully sensed his surroundings, trying to find traces of the cultivator.
After all, his main enemies were the cultivators of those reclusive sects, not these ordinary martial artists.
After Lin Feng's footsteps traversed most of the county, he arrived outside the city from the west gate.
He sensed that the Yongding River's wharf in Qi County was about three miles away.
No one stopped him from walking towards the river. Behind him, the dark city gate stood silently, watching the god of death leave.
Lin Feng held a bow in his hand.
This was a weapon he seized from an archer he had killed while walking around the city.
The bow is very long and curved in a semi-circular shape.
This bow and arrow is a typical weapon used by pirates and can be considered a fine example of curved bows.
Judging from the quality of the bow and the arrows, the archers who came to assassinate him must have been highly skilled among the pirates.
They were accurate with their arrows, and their arrows flew fast.
However, he encountered an invincible opponent, and in the end, even he could not escape the fate of being crushed to death.
These people are destined to be cannon fodder in the hands of those superior individuals.
Less than two miles away, Lin Feng heard the sound of rushing water.
There was no one on the dock, and no boats either.
Lin Feng did not go back to look for his warhorse, because he was going to take a boat next. It was not easy to find a boat that could carry people, let alone a boat that could carry horses, which was even rarer.
It would be better to let the horses fend for themselves.
Lin Feng stood on the dock, looking at the shimmering water in front of him, and thought to himself, how wonderful it would be if he had a boat.
At this moment, the sky was already showing a hint of gray on the distant horizon.
The damp air had a fishy smell of mud.
Lin Feng wondered, "Is this how the opponent is going to let things go?"
It started strong but ended weakly. All that mystery and suspense, was it just to scare ourselves?
If you really have the skill, you don't need to play these tricks; just start fighting and have a good time.
Just as Lin Feng had imagined, a creaking sound of oars came from the morning mist, and a wooden boat appeared a few dozen feet away.
Amidst the shimmering waves, the wooden boat gradually drew closer.
Lin Feng stared intently at the boat. It was more than 30 feet long and nearly 10 feet wide. There was a cabin with a canopy in the middle of the boat. At the stern, a middle-aged man was rowing the oar vigorously, while a woman in her forties or fifties was sitting at the bow.
The woman looked up and saw Lin Feng standing on the dock, his dark face revealing a row of white teeth.
Lin Feng felt that she was smiling at him.
As if everything had been arranged, Lin Feng stormed out of the county town and arrived at the dock. Just as he was thinking about having a boat, a boat actually sailed towards him.
Anyone in this situation would know there's something wrong with it.
How could there be such a coincidence in the world?
As the wooden boat gradually approached the dock, Lin Feng stood still and did not speak.
A man and a woman on the boat maneuvered the wooden boat to the dock. The woman got up and jumped ashore, tying the boat's ropes to the wooden stakes.
Then, the two men unloaded two baskets of fish from the boat. The man carried them on a shoulder pole and headed towards the county town.
As they passed Lin Feng, the three looked at each other without saying a word.
The three passed each other without anyone saying a word.
The man and woman who had picked out their fish baskets exchanged a glance, both looking puzzled.
Lin Feng watched indifferently as the two gradually walked into the thin mist.
When neither of them could see the other, the man carrying the fish basket finally couldn't hold back any longer.
"Is this the person? Why isn't he saying anything?"
It is the language of the pirates.
The woman frowned: "This shouldn't be the case. He should be in a hurry to find a boat and leave this place."
The two slowed their pace; this wasn't how the script was supposed to go.
The man put the load on the ground and stood up straight.
"He wouldn't have taken our ship away, would he?"
The woman shook her head: "Impossible. Most people value benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness. We are a poor fishing couple. He would not steal from poor people."