Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 769: People in the Army

Could it be that he has super eyesight like himself?

Or, Lin Feng relies entirely on hearing when shooting arrows?

This is so difficult to understand. If an archer uses his hearing to capture the target during training in a safe environment, he can still hit the target.

But the current situation remains the same.

Just thinking about it shocked him.

Wooden Face is very skilled in martial arts. He can use his spear in different ways by relying on his vision and sense of touch.

Amidst the dazzling moves of others, he can clearly see where the flaws are.

Just like when Lin Feng was fighting against two weird guys, their swift movements still couldn't distract him.

Wooden Face was imagining, if he were to fight Lin Feng, what would his chances of winning be?

After pondering for a while, he shook his head dejectedly, knowing that he was far inferior to Lin Feng.

Even that ghostly woman probably couldn't hurt the other person at all.

At this time, Lin Feng was already checking the black shadows that had been killed.

A black short-sleeved shirt and trousers, and black felt boots.

In addition to clothes and bows and arrows, he also carried a scimitar.

Her hair was wrapped in a black headscarf and her whole body was neatly dressed.

Hong Xiao picked up a lantern and placed it beside Lin Feng to illuminate him.

"General, these people have nothing on them."

"They won't leave us any evidence, but..."

Lin Feng tore off the clothes of a man in black and looked at his body.

He has dark skin, strong muscles, and several scars on his back and chest and abdomen.

There are thick calluses on the palms, and judging by their position, they are probably left by years of holding a bow or using a knife.

Lin Feng covered his collar and let out a breath.

"They are all soldiers."

"Soldier?"

"Well, they should be the elite of the army, and they are all very skilled."

Hong Xiao sneered, "They think they can complete the mission with just a few soldiers? It seems that the person who devised the assassination plan is not very smart."

Lin Feng shook his head: "First, there won't be only this wave of elite soldiers. Second, they want to send more people, but the organized troops can't get through at all."

Hong Xiao nodded: "Yes, the garrison troops of each prefecture are not there to eat for nothing."

"So, they can only reduce the number of people and improve the quality of individual soldiers."

"But this on the battlefield is too much of a joke for the general."

Lin Feng waved his hand: "Let's go, the noise here is too loud, we have to move to another place."

"Want to walk at night?"

"Just move to a new location so no one can find us. This is not the place to close the net."

Hongxiao turned around to find the coachman, packed up her things and prepared to leave.

Lin Feng shouted, "Hong Xiao, let them clean up the arrows. Please pay attention to my arrows."

Hong Xiao responded, picked up the lantern and went to call for help, and then went to look for Lin Feng's feather arrow.

His feather arrows are well made and have special shapes, and each one costs a lot to make.

I brought a total of thirty arrows this time, and there are less than ten left in the quiver.

The three grooms quickly packed up their things, harnessed their horses, and began to move.

In Kyoto City, at the Grand Tutor's Mansion.

Grand Master Wan Quan, with a gloomy face, sat behind the desk, staring at his eldest son Wan Chong who was standing in front of him.

Wan Chong is in his forties and has been working in the Ministry of War. He ranks below the Minister Ma Buxuan and is the third in command of the Ministry of War.

He is usually very low-key and keeps a low profile.

"How many people did you send this time?"

Wan Quan's voice was a little hoarse, he had just recovered from an illness.

"Father, I've selected a group of elite soldiers this time. They're all hard-core men who've fought on the battlefield and experienced life and death. I'm sending them to disperse into the west of the town. Anyone who can capture Lin Feng's head will receive money and an official position."

Wan Quan's face looked somewhat gloomy and dejected.

Ever since his son Wan Zhuo died, his soul seemed to have been sucked away and he couldn't muster the energy to do anything.

After listening to his son's story, he silently picked up the teacup and drank water.

My hands were shaking so badly that I couldn't even bring them to my mouth.

Wan Chong hurried forward and wanted to help his father, but was rejected.

Wan Quan threw the teacup onto the desk.

"Wan Chong, Lin Feng is a god of death who has killed people on the battlefield. You made a mistake in selecting people from the military. You need to recruit martial arts masters. The more bizarre, the more useful. Normal killing methods are immune to Lin Feng."

"Father, I have followed your instructions and kept a low profile, only interacting with those in the military. I am unfamiliar with the affairs of the martial arts world."

Wan Quan waved his hand and said, "Go find Zhao Gui. He has served in the Imperial Guard for many years and is very familiar with everyone in the capital, both the underworld and the corrupt."

"But Zhao Gui has already been controlled by Lin Feng. How could he cooperate with his son?"

Wan Quan sneered.

"With Zhao Gui's character, how could he be manipulated by others? This kid has experienced life-and-death battles and has become mature. He knows how to endure. You can tell him that we only need to introduce a few experts. He doesn't need to intervene."

Wan Chong was a little hesitant, thinking that Zhao Gui would probably refuse.

"Don't worry, Lin Feng controls the Imperial Guards and threatens the royal power. Zhao Gui and I have the same idea."

Wan Chong nodded in admiration, knowing that he was still a long way from being like his father, so he bowed respectfully and took his leave.

Inside Jinsan Bookstore.

Ever since Wan Zhuo died, the boss behind the scenes here has been replaced by Wan Chong.

In an elegant room, Wan Chong smiled and raised his glass to invite Zhao Gui sitting opposite him to drink.

"My Lord, you are becoming more and more energetic. Military life is really a training ground."

Zhao Gui raised his glass in response and said with a smile.

"Alas, I used to think I was proficient in all eighteen martial arts, but now I realize they were all just fancy moves, good for show but useless."

Wan Chong looked admiring.

"Given time, the Marquis will surely become a great man, and reclaiming the rebel territory is just around the corner."

Zhao Gui quickly shook his head: "Master Wan, please don't try to fool me. If you have something to say, let's talk about it. If not, let's talk about romance."

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Liu Shuxue who was pouring wine on the side.

Wan Chong smiled and said, "I really do have something to ask of you."

"No, you are a powerful figure in the Ministry of War. I, Zhao Gui, am just a small soldier in the Imperial Guard. How can Lord Wan ask Zhao Gui for help when he needs help?"

"It's not a matter of official business. The Wan family has a mortal enemy and would like the Marquis to introduce some experts to help. I wonder..."

Zhao Gui's hand was about to grab Liu Shuxue's small hand, but stopped halfway.

"Master Wan, please don't harm me. With the Grand Tutor here, how can we be so presumptuous? If you bring this up again, Zhao Gui won't dare drink this wine anymore."

When Wan Chong saw him getting up to leave, he hurried forward to stop him.

"Hey, hey, hey, Lord, listen to me. I'm not asking you to get involved in this matter. I just want to point Wan Chong in a direction. Can't you even give me this little bit of face?"

Zhao Gui shook his hands and said, "Please don't mention this matter again. We can't even be friends. Zhao Gui is a serious soldier of the Imperial Guard. How can I recognize some Jianghu expert? Goodbye, goodbye."

He ignored Wan Chong's attempts to stop him, squeezed out of the door, and strode away.

Wan Chong couldn't stop him, so he had to let him go out. He stood at the door and stared at Zhao Gui's hurried back in a daze.

At this time, he began to doubt what his father said.