Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 408: Stop Scaring Me

The other soldier didn't even see his accomplice. He grabbed a knife and jumped onto the roof.

Before my feet touched the tiles, I felt a shock in my chest, and then my whole body became weak.

He raised his head, looked at Lin Feng confusedly, then leaned back and fell down.

Immediately afterwards, a soldier climbed onto the roof, leaned over, and before he could stand up, he felt something hit his head.

His consciousness instantly fell into darkness, and he lay on the tiles without a sound.

Four or five black-scarf soldiers fell to the ground like dumplings and couldn't stand up.

Shen Zhongying's narrowed eyes revealed caution.

He understood that the guy on the roof was no ordinary person.

He had forty or fifty guards, but more than half of them were killed by these two men without even touching a hair of theirs.

Although he was a bit reckless, he was not stupid. He slowly backed away, preparing to leave the compound gate first.

Four personal guards surrounded him, blocking the way with their bodies, and slowly moved towards the gate.

The other guards no longer tried to climb onto the roof, knowing that going up would mean death.

They each found a hidden place and watched with knives in hand.

Lin Feng didn't move for a long time, so he stuck his head out to look down.

Shen Zhongying had already arrived at the foot of the tall gate tower, and the soldiers outside opened the gate.

Lin Feng felt that he could not shoot Shen Zhongying in this way, so he had to climb up the roof to the courtyard wall, and then jump out of the house from the wall.

Then run along the courtyard wall towards the street.

This leader of the Black Turban Army must be killed.

As long as Shen Zhongying was killed, his plan to take over the provincial capital would be half accomplished.

Shen Zhongying in front of the gate had already mounted his warhorse. He shook the reins and the horse rushed forward with all four hooves.

At this time, Lin Feng just ran out of a small alley and saw several war horses galloping away in a chaotic manner.

He immediately took out the bow and arrow and drew the bow to its full length.

He estimated the distance between him and the warhorse to be about fifty steps, and calculated its speed.

After a moment of calming down, he released his right hand.

The bowstring vibrated, sending the feather arrow flying into the air in an instant.

The feather arrow drew an arc, passed over the four guards behind Shen Zhongying's horse, and with a puff, pierced into the butt of Shen Zhongying's warhorse.

Most of the feather arrow was embedded in the horse's buttocks. The warhorse felt pain, neighed, and its hind legs bounced up wildly.

Shen Zhongying was caught off guard and was thrown out by the mad warhorse.

The four guards were horrified and quickly reined in their horses and jumped down to rescue their boss.

Shen Zhongying was thrown off the galloping warhorse and was seriously injured.

His body was thrown onto the steps of a house on the roadside, and his thigh was hit by the bluestone steps.

Although he had some martial arts skills, he couldn't withstand such an impact.

The pain was so severe that I couldn't speak. I gritted my teeth and breathed in cold air.

When the four guards ran up to him, Shen Zhongying quickly waved his hands, signaling them not to touch him.

Seeing that his arrow shot was successful, Lin Feng calmly put the bow and arrow on his back.

While picking up the crossbow and loading it with arrows, he strode towards this side.

There were no pedestrians on the streets anymore. The Qingshui Army and the provincial army were working together to wipe out the Black Turban Army.

Shen Zhongying had no warhorse, so Lin Feng thought he could not escape.

The crossbow is used to deal with the four guards, or even better, to kill Shen Zhongying directly.

When passing by the gate of the mansion, he heard a series of crossbow shots in the yard. Knowing that it was Xi Niang who began to deal with the remaining guards.

He continued to stride towards Shen Zhongying who was half lying on the ground.

Two of the four guards stood up and rushed towards Lin Feng with swords raised.

When the two sides were about ten steps apart, Lin Feng picked up his crossbow and started shooting.

Wind the gun and shoot at the same time.

After several consecutive crossbow strikes, the two guards were finally unable to dodge. Each of them was pierced by two crossbow arrows and fell to the ground.

At a distance of more than ten steps, with the speed of the crossbow, few people can dodge it unless they are gods.

Lin Feng stopped less than ten steps away from Shen Zhongying, looking at the leader of the Black Turban Army who was half lying on the ground.

"Shen Zhongying?"

The pain in Shen Zhongying's thigh eased a little at this time, and he asked through gritted teeth.

"Who are you?"

His two guards also stood in front of Shen Zhongying with knives in hand, staring at Lin Feng vigilantly.

Lin Feng turned his head and looked at both ends of the street, but there were still no pedestrians.

"I'm Lin Feng."

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhongying's body trembled suddenly, and his legs subconsciously tried to stand up.

Then a pain came and he woke up immediately.

He stared at Lin Feng with wide eyes.

The two guards standing in front of him also trembled their swords and moved back a few inches.

The shadow of a famous tree.

Lin Feng's Qingshui Army killed more than 40,000 Black Scarf Army soldiers in one battle, which had already planted a shadow in their hearts.

"Hehehe, stop scaring me. How dare Lin Feng come to the capital city by himself?"

Shen Zhongying rubbed his thighs and tried to stand up.

Lin Feng laughed: "Ah, is Lin Feng scary?"

Shen Zhongying was stunned. Damn, this is just showing off one's weakness.

"Lin Feng is nothing. Sooner or later I will go to Qingshui and chop off his head."

Lin Feng chuckled, and without warning, the crossbow in his hand made a crackling sound.

The guard standing on Shen Zhongying's left was shocked to find that a crossbow arrow was stuck in his chest.

"what..."

He rushed forward with his knife raised, and just as he took a step, he fell headfirst to the ground.

Seeing this, the other guard raised his knife to block his chest and stared nervously at the crossbow in Lin Feng's hand.

Shen Zhongying was not panicked and slowly pulled out his sword.

"No matter who you are, you have to die."

Lin Feng raised the crossbow in his hand, and the guard subconsciously raised his knife and retreated.

Lin Feng smiled and said, "Oh, I forgot to wind it up."

As he spoke, he pulled the bowstring and smiled at the two of them.

"Let's see which of you is faster than my crossbow."

The bowstring sounded and the crossbow arrow shot out.

Lin Feng shot while stringing the crossbow, and shot out all the arrows in the crossbow box in one breath.

Shen Zhongying and his guards brandished their swords, resisting and retreating at the same time.

I know that the crossbow arrows are too fast and difficult to resist.

Only when the sound of the bowstrings died down did the two men stop brandishing their swords and look down to see if they had been hit by arrows.

Lin Feng took off the crossbow and compound bow and put them aside.

The steel knife was unsheathed and danced in his hand.

"Try my Wind-Splitting Sword Technique again."

Before he could finish his words, the guard had already collapsed to the ground with two crossbow arrows stuck in his body.

Shen Zhongying was also hit by an arrow on his chest leather armor.

But he did not fall down. He still stood with his sword in hand, staring at Lin Feng with wide eyes.

Lin Feng judged that this guy must have some kind of soft armor or other protective equipment inside his black leather armor.

Without saying any more words, he strode across the distance between the two men with his sword in hand, and used the wind-splitting sword technique, sending a gust of whistling wind from his sword.

Shen Zhongying was quite skilled. He held his sword horizontally and used it to counter Lin Feng's steel sword.

Lin Feng's knife was fast, but Shen Zhongying's pace was affected by his leg injury and his movement speed was too slow.

In just a moment, he was stabbed countless times.

The leather armor crackled as it was chopped.

Shen Zhongying simply gave up on defense and swung his sword towards Lin Feng.

Unfortunately, his speed was more than twice as slow as Lin Feng's.

He had just taken two steps forward when Lin Feng's steel knife pierced his throat.

Shen Zhongying's sturdy body swayed, but he still stubbornly took several steps forward before collapsing to the ground powerlessly.

Lin Fengshou Knife, even his breath was very steady.

"You're not that powerful, how did you manage to dodge my arrows?"