Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 407 Thunder Punishment from Heaven

All the Black Turban believers in the square stared in amazement at the statue of the Virgin Mary that had been shattered into pieces, unable to move for a moment.

Just a moment later, someone in the crowd started shouting.

"This is a punishment from heaven. Even the heavens are angry!"

"May God send down thunder to punish this deceiving saint..."

"It is God's will. Those who do evil will be punished by God."

"If you continue to be stubborn, you will be the next one to be punished!"

The believers in the square all opened their mouths wide and looked around in panic.

"Run quickly! Another wave of thunder will kill us all..."

Someone shouted loudly and got up and ran.

Those who were in confusion stood up and ran around in a daze.

The entire square suddenly fell into chaos.

Orange leaned against the wall of the bell tower, staring blankly at the black statue that had turned into fragments.

There was also smoke rising from time to time.

She was extremely surprised. Could it be that General Lin was really a god?

How could he have allowed himself to ignite that cord and have the statue blown to pieces?

No wonder the young lady obeys General Lin's orders.

My young lady has always been a calm and wise person.

But he was impressed by a young man.

Orange's little head was in a mess, just like the square.

The black-turbaned soldiers standing outside the square to maintain order were also stunned and at a loss.

The five hundred government troops who were transferred into the city on an excuse were divided into five teams.

They joined forces with the Qingshui Army and rushed to the city gates quickly from their hiding places after hearing the thunder.

The Black Scarf Army defending the city was caught off guard and was hacked to death. Unable to resist, they fled in all directions.

Lin Feng's plan stated that he would try not to let any Black Turban Army soldier go, especially the Black Turban Army leader.

Therefore, except for leaving twenty soldiers to block the city gate, the rest of the coalition forces of the government army and the Qingshui army followed closely behind the fleeing black scarf soldiers.

As the square became chaotic, someone rushed out from the darkness with a knife in hand and knocked the still stunned black-turbaned soldier to the ground.

All over the city, the Black Scarf Army was being strangled.

In a large mansion in the city, Lin Feng lay on the pointed roof tiles that were higher than the other roofs, his eyes fixed on the gate of the mansion.

The violent explosion made the tiles beneath him shake.

In a moment, someone in the yard ran out of the house and looked around to see what was going on.

After a while, someone started shouting.

Forty or fifty black-scarf soldiers, armed with their weapons, quickly formed a line in the courtyard.

A soldier opened the gate and rushed to the street to investigate the situation.

Not long after, someone was running on the street.

The soldiers stopped a man and asked him questions, and the man shouted loudly.

"Thunder punishment, God sent down thunder punishment to strike the Holy Mother..."

The soldier was confused after hearing this. He let go of that man and went forward to stop the other one.

It was still the same words, shouted in great panic, as if thunder would strike him at the next moment.

After asking three people, the black scarf soldier had no choice but to turn around and run into the courtyard.

He strode into the house.

The target that Lin Feng had been waiting for for nearly two hours finally appeared in the yard.

This was a burly man, his black armor gleaming with a faint light, and he wore a black turban on his head. He walked with a steady pace and had a majestic demeanor.

Without looking closely, Lin Feng knew that this person was no ordinary person.

It is estimated that there is an 80% to 90% chance that it is the Black Turban Army leader Shen Zhongying.

The man was surrounded by four guards, all of whom were tall and powerful, but made very little noise when they moved.

"what happened?"

A deep voice sounded.

A soldier with a black scarf knelt on one leg and reported with his head lowered.

"General, according to pedestrians on the street, the statue of the Virgin Mary in the square was struck by... thunder."

"what?"

The man screamed and was stunned for a moment.

After a moment: "Thunder? Hehehe, bullshit, let's go and take a look."

As he spoke, he strode towards the gate of the courtyard.

Lin Feng raised his upper body, slowly pulled the bow to its full length, and took a deep breath.

Her eyes were fixed on the back of the burly man's neck.

After a while, he let go, the bowstring bounced back silently, and the arrow flew out.

At such a distance, the arrow was as fast as lightning and pierced the back of the burly man's neck as soon as it left the bowstring.

Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief. If such an arrow hit the man's neck, it would definitely go through his neck and there would be no possibility of survival.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the burly man suddenly turn his head and tilt his neck.

The feather arrow shot by Lin Feng flew past his neck and with a thud, it nailed into the bluestone steps.

Just like piercing into hard wood, the arrow pierced into the bluestone, and the tail of the arrow vibrated and made a buzzing sound.

A bloody mark was left on the man's neck.

He widened his eyes and looked at Lin Feng on the roof.

At the same time, the man swung his right hand, and with a bang, a feather arrow was knocked away.

The guards standing around screamed in shock, drew their swords, and shouted to other soldiers to capture the assassin.

Lin Feng looked at the burly man, licked his lips and smiled.

I thought to myself, he is indeed worthy of being the leader, his martial arts are worthy of the word "superb".

This guy is not good at commanding troops in battle, but he is very good at fighting.

To be safe, Lin Feng gave up the crossbow and used his own compound bow, thinking that he would have a better chance of success.

Unexpectedly, the other person didn't stop him, but dodged him.

Lin Feng had never met anyone who could dodge the arrows shot from his compound bow at such a distance.

The two looked at each other for only a moment before a soldier with a black scarf climbed onto the roof.

Lin Feng shot the soldier with an arrow, knocking him down, and the black-turbaned soldier stumbled and fell off the roof.

The burly man was none other than Shen Zhongying, leader of the Black Scarf Army. Seeing that Lin Feng was still confronting him on the roof, he snorted in disdain.

"Who are you, you rat? Do you dare to come down and fight me?"

Although he is the leader of the army, he still maintains his gangster style.

While he was speaking, seven or eight guards had been shot down by Lin Feng and Xi Niang.

Shen Zhongying raised his hand to ask the other guards to stop attacking and just stand on all four sides of the house, blocking the way.

Lin Feng was a little embarrassed. He had never expected that someone could dodge his arrow at such a distance.

It's impossible to go down, there are more than 30 people.

Besides, they are all Shen Zhongying's personal bodyguards. If I go down there myself, I will be seeking death.

Shen Zhongying was very angry when he saw that Lin Feng did not come down and did not say anything.

He reached out and touched the side of his neck, then opened his palm, which was covered in blood.

"He's a fucking dead man, shoot him down for me."

Many guards who were armed with bows and arrows quickly drew their bows and shot at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng leaned over and lay on the roof, letting a volley of arrows fly over his head.

Xi Niang fired back with her bow.

Her archery skills were much better than those of the black-turbaned soldiers below, and she could hit the target with every arrow.

Lin Feng was helpless. He had turned the raid into this state, which was really damaging to his invincible image.

When the black-turbaned soldiers saw Lin Feng lying on the roof without showing his head, they looked at each other and climbed up together from several directions.

Lin Feng turned over and lay on his back on the sloping tiles, took out the crossbow from the holster and pulled the bowstring.

The first black-turbaned soldier who showed his head was shot through the head by a crossbow arrow before he could see the situation clearly.

Without a sound, he fell backwards.