Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 136 I'll bring my head to you

Lin Feng glanced at Wei Zhen with disdain.

This guy is very straightforward. I don't know how he managed to get the position of General of Cavalry.

Wei Zhen is a straightforward person, but he is not stupid. He can see the disdain in Lin Feng's eyes.

"Boy, don't be unconvinced. This general has been in the army for over twenty years, braved dangers and made countless military achievements. Who dares to look down on you?"

Lin Feng didn't argue with him and waved his hand.

"Rest. I'm afraid you won't have time to sleep in the next few days."

Wei Zhen glared at him hatefully, poured another glass of wine into his mouth, and then got up and left.

At the end of the Yin hour on the next day, Lin Feng ordered the team to set off and follow the route guided by Qin Fang.

All of Wei Bao's cavalry were deployed to the northern part of the border town, where they roamed and conducted reconnaissance about seventy or eighty miles away from the Tartar camp.

Lin Feng's large army stopped at a place between two slopes about a hundred miles away from the Tatar camp.

The terrain here is very suitable for ambushes.

Between the two slopes is a fairly flat weed field with a gentle slope and no obstructions.

Lin Feng’s training tasks include running 20 miles with a load of 30 kilograms.

Among the load-bearing equipment was a small folding shovel, one for each member of the team.

It is used at this time.

At a command, all the soldiers began to dig shelters along the drawn lines on both sides of the slope.

In order to attract the Tatar cavalry to follow, our own people had to ride through this passage, so it was not convenient to dig a pit.

The ropes were buried in the ground at certain distances, with both ends held by the ambushing soldiers.

When the ambush was halfway done, the cavalry came to report that Tatar food carts had appeared.

There were only two carriages and five Tartars.

Lin Feng thought that it was indeed difficult to rob the food. The Tartars would not let go of such scattered food.

"Li Donglai, take your men over there, kill people and steal food."

Li Donglai responded loudly, gathered his men, and followed the cavalry.

Li Donglai is more skilled at this job than others. He used to be an expert at stealing food.

Of course, Lin Qiaomei was even worse. Whenever she went down the mountain, she would usually leave food but not people.

It was not until midnight that Li Donglai escorted two carriages back to the camp.

He looked unhappy. Despite his excellent equipment, a soldier still died, which made him feel very ashamed.

Under Lin Feng's influence, several of his subordinates understood the principle of putting people first.

The entire army of nearly 900 people was divided into two groups by Lin Feng. The other group of 400 people began to dig bunkers and set up ambushes again 50 miles away along the route leading to the border town.

Wei Zhen and Qin Fang came up to Lin Feng.

"Lin Feng, is it necessary to set up another ambush point?"

"It's better to be prepared. They're idle anyway, so let them do more work."

Qin Fang frowned and asked, "General, our mission is to deliver food to the border town, not to ambush the Tartars."

"Is there any conflict?"

Lin Feng asked calmly.

The two looked at each other in silence.

I really can't think of any contradictions, but I just think it's a bit strange to focus on other things when the food delivery mission hasn't been completed yet...

In short, there is not much to say.

The group waited for a day and a half a hundred miles away from the Tatar camp.

It was not until noon on the third day that we received the information.

There were fifty or sixty Tartar cavalrymen, escorting eleven carts of food and fodder, and they were already about fifty miles away from the Tartar camp.

Lin Feng calculated that even if they rushed over, the Tartars' grain carts would not be able to go more than ten miles.

It was immediately decided that except for the 400 soldiers lying in ambush, all the others would be dispatched.

With ten times the number of troops as the Tartars, we will try to kill them all.

If we let one Tartar go and alarm the 5,000 people in the Tartar camp, the effect will be reduced by 50%.

Gather the troops and set off without waiting for the order.

Then another group of cavalry came to report.

We also discovered Tartar grain carts, eleven Tartars, and three horse-drawn carriages.

Lin Feng was in deep thought when Wei Zhen volunteered.

"Lin Feng, let me deal with these little Tartars and show you my sharp methods."

"Okay, then take your three hundred personal soldiers and make sure to annihilate them all."

"Don't worry, only a hundred are enough. We have ten times more enemies than you. If you can't do this job well, I'll behead you."

"Haha, I dare not take your old head, so it's better to be careful."

Wei Zhen said no more words, and just ordered a hundred cavalrymen to lead the charge and gallop away.

On this side, Lin Feng led 400 cavalrymen, led by the rangers, kicked up a cloud of dust and rushed straight towards the Tartar grain carts.

When Lin Feng commanded his troops to surround fifty or sixty Tartars, the distance between here and the Tartar camp was less than forty miles.

Lin Feng brought his thirty cavalry guards and waited on the way back to the camp.

The others divided into three teams and charged towards the Tartars.

They were all familiar with the situation and the battle was over quickly.

The casualty ratio was one to six.

More than ten of our own men were killed or wounded.

After burying the Tartar's body, they loaded the dead and wounded soldiers onto the carriages and quickly drove back.

With the restraint of the grain carts, the speed could not be increased.

However, not a single Tartar escaped, and the Tartars in the camp were not alarmed.

Lin Feng asked people to drive the carriage forward slowly.

When they were halfway there, Wei Zhen and his cavalry caught up with them from behind.

Wei Zhen's old face was dark, and he quickly came up to Lin Feng.

"Lin Feng, a Tartar escaped. His horse was fast and we couldn't catch up."

Lin Feng didn't care about regretting letting him fight alone at this time, and turned around to look at the situation around him.

Calculating the time in my mind.

It was almost evening at this time. After the Tatars returned to the camp to report the news, a large group of Tatars would surely come to pursue them.

The journey was about forty miles, and the round trip took less than an hour.

It is more than twenty miles from here to the ambush site.

The wilderness was difficult to navigate, and the grain carts took an hour to get there.

It’s a bit too late.

Wei Zhen said in shame and anger, "I will go and intercept the Tartars and buy time."

Lin Feng shook his head: "Anyone who goes against a large group of Tartar cavalry will die."

He turned around and waved: "Quick, speed up."

"I already said that if you fail the mission, you will be beheaded. Even if I have to die now, I have to delay them for half an hour."

Wei Zhen said in a deep voice.

Lin Feng was a little annoyed: "Are you going alone? Or are you going to let others follow you to die?"

"Then I'll go by myself!"

"Go ahead. Let alone half an hour, if you can delay for two breaths, I'll consider you, Wei Zhen, a hero."

"this..."

"What are you talking about? Get off your horses and push the cart!"

Lin Feng roared.

Wei Zhen lowered his head, stopped arguing, jumped off his horse, and took the lead in pushing the carriage.

His personal guards rolled their eyes around but didn't dare to say a word.

I was shocked beyond words.

Is this still the General Wei Zhen who everyone in the border army is afraid of?

The General of Cavalry, the number one person under the general, was scolded like a grandson in front of a young man.

Several guards were still in a daze when they suddenly heard Wei Zhen's roar.

"Just standing there waiting to die, push the cart!"

Several personal guards hurried forward, stuck close to Wei Zhen's front and back, and pushed the cart hard.

I can't help in any other way, but at least I can help the General of Cavalry save some energy, which is at least my best effort.

A cavalryman came over and reported: "General, there are three carts of food and fodder left behind. What should we do?"

"What should I do? Go burn it for me!"

"Yes, General."

Wei Zhen was pushing a carriage hard. Upon hearing this, he raised his head and wanted to say something.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He felt that setting fire to the food was a waste.

Food is as precious as it can be nowadays.

No one dared to say a word, everyone just focused on pushing the grain cart forward.

Everyone pushed the cart, and the speed was obviously much faster.

As the sky darkened, the ambush point became visible ahead. The two wild slopes stretched out in a fan shape.

In the middle passage, the weeds were blown by the wind, and it was quiet and silent.

Lin Feng was riding a horse behind the grain cart and could hear the sound of horse hooves in the distance.

He had good ears and judged from the sound of horse hooves that the horse was still three or five miles away.

Moreover, judging from the noise, there are at least 500 Tartar cavalrymen.