Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 267 Battle Preparation

Nalan looked at him without saying anything.

"Tell me, who tricked you into this?"

"Fooled?"

"That's right. Who among you can outsmart Lin Feng? Sooner or later, you'll be beaten to death. If you're not being fooled, what else can you do?"

Nalan didn't say anything, his two blue eyes staring at Zhang Licheng.

From these conversations, she felt that the high-ranking official in front of her was not like others.

Everyone showed sincere respect for Lin Feng in their tone and expression.

This person has a feeling of disdain in his heart.

"If I had known I wouldn't have come. Now I've been arrested and my body is disabled."

Zhang Licheng looked Nalan up and down again.

"Are you disabled?"

Nalan said with a sad face.

"My lumbar spine is broken and I can hardly move."

Zhang Licheng turned to the jailer and said, "Go, get a doctor."

The jailer hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked out of the cage.

There were only two people left in the cage, and Zhang Licheng looked at Nalan.

"Turn around and let me see if you're useless."

Nalan moved his body with difficulty, carrying the heavy wooden yoke and turned around.

Zhang Licheng reached out and pinched her lumbar spine, stroking it from top to bottom.

When the lower part of his spine was pinched, Nalan screamed in pain.

"Ah, ah, hey...be gentle, sir..."

Nalan did not lie to Zhang Licheng. Her lumbar spine was caused by a fall from a warhorse and she had never received proper treatment.

When Zhang Licheng heard her scream, he felt an inexplicable heat in his body.

"Bend down."

Nalan was surprisingly obedient. He propped the wooden yoke on the ground, moved his body with difficulty, and lay down on the ground.

Zhang Licheng took a deep breath, lifted her shirt with both hands, and observed her lumbar spine.

What meets the eye is a sea of ​​snow-white skin, delicate skin texture, thin waist and wide hips.

Due to his race, Nalan's skin is unusually white.

Zhang Licheng's heart was beating like a drum.

His hands trembled slightly as he gently pressed Nalan's lumbar vertebrae.

"Ah, ah...be gentle, sir..."

Nalan's soft scream made Zhang Licheng's blood boil even more.

His hand moved down involuntarily to his tailbone.

He pulled Nalan's shirt down further and pressed the tailbone with a little force.

It feels soft and has strong elasticity.

Zhang Licheng swallowed hard and continued moving forward with a trembling hand.

Nalan twisted his waist and cried out in anger.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

"I'm checking and I suspect you're lying."

"My Lord, seeing how hard it is for me to move, how could I possibly lie?"

Although Nalan was making excuses, his tone gave Zhang Licheng a mixed feeling of tenderness and pity.

Just as he was about to grit his teeth and continue taking off Nalan's shirt, footsteps were heard outside the cage.

Zhang Licheng had no choice but to restore Nalan's clothes and keep some distance from Nalan's body.

The jailer walked in with a middle-aged man who looked like a doctor.

Zhang Licheng looked serious and pointed at Nalan who was lying on the ground.

"Check her out to see if there's something wrong with her lumbar spine."

The doctor nodded, squatted down, and without lifting up his clothes, he just ran his hand along Nalan's spine.

Nalan screamed again.

This time it really hurts.

The doctor checked for half a quarter of an hour, then turned and said to Zhang Licheng.

"Sir, her waist may be failing."

"Can't it be cured?"

The doctor shook his head: "It's difficult to cure."

Zhang Licheng waved his hand: "Okay, you can go back."

Then he ordered the jailer, "Remove the wooden yoke from her and leave her in chains."

The jailer hunched over with a look of horror on his face.

"Sir, this woman is very skilled. General Lin said that she must be kept in special custody."

"Now I am the Dianshi, in charge of criminal justice."

"But..."

"Don't you want to do this anymore?"

The jailer had no choice but to pick out a key from the bunch of keys in his hand.

He went forward and unlocked the lock on the wooden shackle for Nalan.

There were two locks in total, front and back. Then he pulled out the key from the wooden yoke and took it off.

Nalan sighed comfortably.

"Ah...you are a sensible person. I am already a useless person, why should I be so defensive?"

Zhang Licheng only felt that Nalan's pair of blue eyes looked at him with a hint of charm.

I immediately felt weak all over.

Nalan tried hard to sit down against the wall, but after several attempts, he failed.

"Sir, can you please help me?"

She looked at Zhang Licheng pitifully.

Zhang Licheng hurried forward, held Nalan's arm, and asked her to sit in the corner.

Nalan took the opportunity to pinch Zhang Licheng's shoulder.

"Your Excellency is also a martial artist, you have such a strong body."

Zhang Licheng immediately became aroused and his mind became distracted.

"Haha, Zhang is a legitimate military scholar from the Dazong Dynasty. How can he be compared to those scoundrels in the underworld?"

"No wonder, it's really extraordinary."

Zhang Licheng was very proud.

He felt depressed in this place for a long time, as everyone ignored his existence as a military scholar.

Suddenly she was praised, and she was a beauty, and was known as a beauty with great martial arts skills, and she was also given a noble title.

It felt like I had taken a sip of good wine, spicy yet sweet.

"Hahaha, back then, Zhang almost became the third place in the imperial examination. It was all because of that guy who bribed me, hum..."

"Judging from your physique, if you had faced fair competition back then, you would have been the top scorer."

"Uh... hehe, it's not impossible. On-the-spot performance is very important. If the examiner is fair, it's possible."

"Oh, if there is wine, I really want to drink with you, sir."

"That's not difficult, jailer..."

The jailer was standing by, his face already dark.

Where the hell did this historian come from? Why is he so out of line?

"Hmm? Boss, is there any wine here?"

Zhang Licheng frowned and shouted.

The jailer replied helplessly.

"Your Excellency, there is no wine here."

"Go get me some wine."

"Sir, there are prison rules that prohibit drinking."

"Who stipulated it?"

"General Lin Fenglin."

"..."

Zhang Licheng licked his lips and said nothing more.

He glanced at the two bright blue eyes that were open, looking at him expectantly.

"Let's go. I'll come back for inspection another day."

Zhang Licheng gritted his teeth and said, he stood up, turned around and walked out of the cage.

The jailer quickly followed and locked the cage.

Before leaving, he looked worriedly at Nalan who had taken off his shackles.

Lin Feng rode his horse around his team.

Four or five hundred men were standing in the wilderness, their troops in neat formation and with bright armor.

No one spoke, and even the war horses made little movement.

Only the breeze blew the battle uniforms and hair, making the whole team look more majestic and solemn.

"Brothers, ahead are two thousand Tartar cavalry. This battle will be a landmark one for our Qingshui Corps. Destroy them and we will become the King of Zhenxi."

Lin Qiaomei, who was following behind Lin Feng, raised her fist and shouted loudly.

"Destroy the Tartars, King of Zhenxi!"

Four or five hundred elite cavalrymen shouted in unison.

"Destroy the Tartars, King of Zhenxi!"

Lin Feng saw from his telescope that the Tatar cavalry in the distance had begun to move forward.

It was pitch black, surging like a stream of iron.

This place is a gentle slope. Lin Feng led the team and parked their chariots at the top of the slope.

There is an endless wilderness ahead with relatively flat terrain.

It is an environment suitable for chariot charges.

Twenty chariots rushing down from the top of the slope will be unstoppable.

Everyone is full of confidence in this battle.

"Prepare for battle."