Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 139 Compound Bow, Armor-Piercing Cone

The bronze-armored Tartar recovered from his shock and his expression became fierce.

He turned his head and looked around, his eyes fixed on Lin Feng who was running towards him.

Both sides are leaders. Killing the other side can cause the enemy troops to flee in defeat.

This is all understood.

The bronze-armored Tartar also urged his horse to slowly meet Lin Feng.

The distance between the two people gradually shortened from three hundred steps.

Wei Zhen came to his senses and immediately urged his horse to catch up with Lin Feng.

"Lin Feng, you are the commander-in-chief. You cannot engage in a decisive battle without authorization. Let me kill him."

Fan Jinsong and Xie Zhong also rode their horses to block Lin Feng.

Almost all the officers were paying attention to the movements of Lin Feng and the Bronze-armored Tartars.

Including the armored leaders among the Tatars, they also knew very well that the commanders of the two armies would directly affect the course of the entire war.

The Tatars are still a little lacking. They are used to fighting on their own, and as long as the leader gives the order to attack.

In their simple brains, there is only one voice.

Rush forward and kill the enemy.

Lin Feng is the god of this army. With him, the spirit of the entire army is there.

If he were to die in battle, the army would collapse without a fight.

Qin Fang also urged his horse to rush over and blocked Lin Feng's way.

"General Lin, don't be reckless. The battle is intense. If anything goes wrong, the losses will be huge."

Lin Feng saw through the gap that the bronze-armored Tartars were slowly approaching, and the distance between them was less than a hundred steps.

Facing Wei Zhen and Qin Fang, he didn't want to waste time explaining.

He waved his hand: "Get out of the way."

Wei Zhen even reached out to grab Lin Feng's reins and refused to let go.

Lin Feng was helpless and turned to Fan Jinsong.

"Bring me my bow and arrow."

Fan Jinsong quickly took off the bow and arrow hanging on the horse's back and handed it to Lin Feng with both hands.

Lin Feng tried to pull the bowstring a few times, then took out a feather arrow and looked at the arrowhead.

He then put the arrow on the bow, pulled the bow to its full extent with both arms, and the arrowhead moved slowly, aiming at Qin Fang who was blocking in front of him.

Qin Fang was suddenly shocked.

"General Lin, what are you doing?"

"I'll show you the power of the compound bow's armor-piercing cone."

Wei Zhen also widened his eyes: "Lin Feng, are you crazy? He is one of us!"

Several people got together, and the bronze-armored Tartar had already ridden his horse to a place about fifty or sixty steps away, with a mocking smile on his face.

These big guys are so pretentious. It's just a duel, but they are making excuses and it's really unpleasant.

He casually took off the long sword hanging next to the saddle and held it in his hand.

He urged the horse to speed up.

Qin Fang stubbornly stood in front of Lin Feng. Although he was panicked, he was very determined.

After Lin Feng fully drew the bow and arrow, he shouted in a deep voice.

"Qin Fang, get down!"

Qin Fang was stunned and leaned forward, then he heard the sound of a bowstring being stretched in his ears.

The feather arrow flew past his head.

The bronze-armored Tartar sneered and swung the long sword in his hand forward.

As long as this kind of frontal arrow attack was not a riot of arrows, he was confident that he could shoot it down with his weapon.

But he underestimated the power of Lin Feng's compound bow, and by the time he reacted, it was too late.

The bronze-armored Tartar swung his sword with one hand, and when the arrow collided with the sword, the sword was slightly broken by the great force.

The direction of the arrow did not change much, and it still pierced his chest at a rapid speed.

The bronze-armored Tartars felt a little relieved, knowing that their bronze armor was so thick that the arrows could not penetrate it.

Opportunities are fleeting.

The next moment, the feather arrow hit the chest of the bronze-armored Tartar.

The Bronze-armored Tartar's eyes widened instantly because he felt a sharp pain.

He looked down at his chest in confusion, and saw white feathers trembling in front of his eyes.

The arrowhead had penetrated the bronze armor and also penetrated into his body.

A trace of blood overflowed from the gap in the bronze armor and flowed down along the edge of the armor.

The bronze-armored Tartar looked up at Lin Feng in horror.

What caught my eye was Lin Feng’s bright smiling face.

The bronze-armored Tartar gritted his teeth, pulled the reins with his left hand, and the warhorse suddenly changed direction while running.

Wei Zhen pulled Lin Feng's horse reins, Qin Fang bent over and turned his head to look at the bronze-armored Tartar.

There were also several generals and team leaders who were commanding the battle, and they seemed to be frozen in this moment.

Even more surprised were several armored Tartars who were keeping a close eye on their leader's condition.

He never expected that the hero in his mind would have his bronze armor pierced by an arrow from a member of a large clan.

This bronze armor, a symbol of honor and the invincible god of war, instantly shattered into pieces in their hearts.

Of course, there is more doubt and disbelief.

The body of the bronze-armored Tartar riding his warhorse was shaking and tilting a little. Although he did not die on the spot, his injury was not light.

Sure enough, the retreat of the Bronze-armored Tartars did not lead to the defeat of the Tartar army, but instead aroused their ferocity.

The entire battlefield was filled with the sounds of killing and blood splattering everywhere.

Lin Feng glanced at the battlefield anxiously. His confidence, which had been full of confidence, was now also raised.

The Tatars have too many cavalry.

It is estimated to be more than two thousand.

What's happening here?

It was just a matter of robbing a few of their food carts. Was it necessary to mobilize half of the cavalry in the entire battalion?

Lin Feng couldn't stay any longer, so he turned around and instructed Fan Jinsong.

"Let thirty guards follow me into battle."

He wanted to relieve the pressure on each team.

After saying this, he rode his horse towards the group of Tatar cavalry.

Wei Zhen recovered from his shock and hurried to catch up, running on Lin Feng's right side.

Qin Fang also followed closely on Lin Feng's left.

Behind him were thirty elite cavalry guards.

The warhorse increased its speed to the maximum, raising a cloud of dust, and shot towards the Tatars like a powerful feather arrow.

When he was about to approach the Tartars, Lin Feng pulled the crossbow out of the holster, pushed the iron buckle next to the saddle, and strung it with one hand.

Then he raised his hand and shot an arrow.

His movements were quick, winding, stimulating, winding, stimulating.

He rushed over thirty steps in the blink of an eye, and in this blink of an eye, he had fired five arrows in a row.

Every arrow would hit a Tartar, either a man or a horse.

The thirty cavalry guards also followed suit and shot at the Tatars with bows and crossbows.

Like a rain of arrows, the powerful crossbow arrows whizzed into the Tatar group.

When they were just a few steps away, Lin Feng put away his crossbow, drew his long sword, and urged his horse to charge forward.

When fighting with the enemy, don't think about your life, otherwise you will be scared to death when facing the sea of ​​guns and knives.

Lin Feng was surrounded by enemies, holding a shield in his left hand and a knife in his right, slashing hard.

The warhorse also rushed forward with all its might.

He didn't know whether he was being slashed, stabbed, or knocked to this and that. He tried hard to keep steady, and slashed at the blurred target with his long sword like a gust of wind.

The brain no longer thinks, and the only thing he does is rush forward with the sword.

I don’t know how long it took, but I suddenly felt a void in front of me and my warhorse galloped out of the enemy group.

The view before my eyes was wide open.

Lin Feng let out a breath of foul air.

"Fuck, are they done killing everyone already?"

Thirty riders followed Lin Feng and rushed a long way. After about a hundred steps, they turned their horses around and charged back.

Lin Feng's thirty cavalry guards were all young and strong soldiers carefully selected by him.

Not only is he skilled in martial arts, but his qualities in all aspects are also much higher than others.

There may have been some injuries, but no one was left behind.

Wei Zhen and Qin Fang also followed Lin Feng closely, their eyes already blood-thirsty.

Lin Feng didn't know how many times he had led his team to charge back and forth, but in short, the number of Tartar cavalry in front of him was getting smaller and smaller.

When he rode his horse back and forth to search for his target, he could no longer see the Tartar on horseback.

Only then did Lin Feng rein in his horse and look around at the battle situation.

The shouting on the battlefield became much weaker, and some Tatar cavalry had already begun to retreat.

I don't know who gave the order.

However, based on Wei Zhen's combat experience, he had never seen a large group of Tatar cavalry retreat voluntarily.

A vivid scene was presented to him right before his eyes.

More and more Tatar cavalry retreated.

As a result, all the Tatar cavalry retreated at an accelerated speed, galloping away on horseback.

Wei Zhen immediately stood on the slope, pointed at the Tartars running wildly, and laughed.

I laughed so hard that I was out of breath.

Lin Feng found that he was already a little crazy.