Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1036 Large-Scale Slavery

Although he and his master had already realized that Lin Feng was no ordinary warrior, these two strikes were even more unexpected for them.

Of course, Lin Feng was not deliberately showing off his swordsmanship.

Indeed, he himself was unaware that his abilities had increased to such an extent after these days of wandering and fighting.

Besides, he hadn't used a knife in a long time.

He always used the broken sword, using his consciousness to drive the broken sword in attacks.

Who would have thought that the Wind-Splitting Saber Technique would be so advanced? Despite my own significant progress, this saber technique can still keep up.

As expected, he had not used the Wind-Splitting Saber Technique to its fullest potential in his previous life, nor was he capable of exploring its ultimate application.

My current abilities have far surpassed those of my previous life.

Lin Feng was very excited and happy that he was able to make further progress. He had originally thought that his skills in his previous life were the highest level that humans could achieve.

Unexpectedly, he surpassed himself here.

What surprised him even more was that the appearance of the broken sword broke many of his own boundaries, giving him a very unreal feeling.

Lin Feng stood on the deck, also lost in thought, a stark contrast to a pirate standing under the mast; both of them were in a daze.

In just a few breaths, the stunned pirate let out a howl, turned around and ran towards the back of the ship, shouting as he ran.

The pirates were fast, but Rong Rong was even faster. Before Lin Feng could react, he had already rushed out, caught up with the pirates from behind, slapped them down, and knocked them unconscious on the deck.

This ship was a pirate warship, and also a guard vessel protecting the salt fields in the nearby waters.

The ship is usually guarded by a team of about one hundred people, who are responsible for clearing, blocking, or removing any ships that enter the area.

Upon hearing the shouts from the foredeck, the pirate captain in the cabin immediately ordered the guards to assemble. He knew that a problem that a dozen men couldn't solve must be a big one.

Seventy or eighty pirates quickly assembled and split into two groups from the middle of the warship's cabin, beginning to move towards the foredeck.

Seeing so many pirates coming, Rong Rong quickly retreated, leaped onto a mast, secured himself to the middle of the mast with his legs, and then shouted loudly.

"Hey everyone, we mean no harm. As long as you don't make a move, we absolutely will not attack you first. Please believe us..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was met with dozens of feathered arrows flying in from all directions.

With no other option, Rong Rong loosened his grip and slid down with a thud, using the mast to shield himself from the arrows.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, it won't do you any good if you fight."

He was still not giving up and continued shouting loudly.

Unfortunately, no one listened to him; they all treated him as if he were not a normal human being.

Ye Haishan sighed, shook his head, and turned to face the sea.

Lin Feng sneered: "Heh, given this situation, why would they stop? They're overthinking it."

After saying that, he kicked a straight knife up, reached out with his left hand to grab it, and then pushed off with his foot, propelling his body forward at great speed.

At this moment, Lin Feng wielded his twin swords, dodging the oncoming arrows, and in a flash, he plunged into the ranks of the pirates.

Rong Rong was still shouting, "If you keep shooting arrows, I'll get angry..."

"I'll count to three, one... two..."

As he counted to three, his body leaped out from behind the mast, swayed on the deck like a soaring eagle, and swooped down on the pirate squad.

However, before it could go very far, it abruptly stopped and landed on the side of the ship, staring blankly at the horrific scene before it.

Seventy or eighty pirates lay sprawled across the deck, their bright red blood staining his vision.

"Kikawa...you, how could you..."

Rong Rong didn't know how to preach. Seeing so many people die, she couldn't bear it. She grinned and stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Lin Feng had already arrived at the stern of the large ship, where someone was steering.

He held a knife to the chest of a dark-skinned, thin boatman and gestured with one hand for him to turn the boat around.

Rong Rong rushed over and spoke to the dark-skinned, thin boatman in the pirate language.

The boatman looked dumbfounded, as if he had been terrified, staring at Lin Feng with his white eyes wide open.

Lin Feng had no choice but to sheathe his sword.

"You take the helm, this guy's scared out of his wits."

Rong Rong nodded: "Okay, you point the way, and I'll navigate the boat."

Lin Feng leaned over the ship's side and looked down. From the cabin of the large ship, more than a dozen oars extended out, and someone was in the cabin rowing.

"You steer the ship, I'll go down and take a look."

Rong Rong hurriedly cried out, "Mu Chuan, try not to kill anyone! Heaven cherishes life, we..."

Lin Feng waved his hand as he walked away, saying, "I know, I was acting in self-defense. Otherwise, I would have been killed."

He had only taken two steps when he heard the dark-skinned, thin boatman speak in a trembling voice.

"I, we are... a large group of slaves..."

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, yet he was still able to express himself clearly.

Lin Feng turned around and looked him up and down in surprise.

"The Grand Master?"

The dark-skinned, thin boatman nodded quickly: "My hometown is Fu'an Prefecture."

Lin Feng pointed downwards: "The ones rowing boats too?"

"Yes, they are all large groups of people who were captured."

The dark-skinned, thin boatman only dared to speak up because Lin Feng and Rong Rong were talking about big things, but he didn't expect that the two were actually compatriots.

Upon hearing such a familiar language, the dark-skinned, thin boatman was already moved to tears.

Lin Feng waved his hand: "Take good care of the helm, and I'll lead you away from here."

The dark-skinned, thin boatman quickly waved his hand: "Hero, this place is a salt field heavily guarded by pirates, with over a thousand men and horses. If you want to leave, you have to go north from here, you can't continue sailing southwest."

After his initial excitement subsided, he spoke much more fluently.

Lin Feng laughed and said, "Great, it really is a salt field. Can we sail the boat into the salt field?"

The thin, dark-skinned boatman shook his head: "Without a token, there's no way you can get in. The saltworks have very strict identity checks."

Rong Rong asked, "Do these sea pirates also know how to make salt?"

The thin, dark-skinned boatman smiled bitterly: "It's all done by our large group of slaves; they only care about guarding and transporting the finished salt."

Rong Rong looked at his dark and thin appearance.

"You're not having a good time here, are you?"

Lin Feng frowned: "Brother, have you ever seen a slave who lives a good life?"

The dark-skinned, thin boatman was on the verge of tears.

"Hero, we're living a life worse than humans... even the dogs at the saltworks eat better than us..."

As she spoke, she choked up and began to wail.

Rong Rong, with a soft heart, patted the dark-skinned, thin boatman's back and gently comforted him.

Lin Feng thought for a moment: "How can we infiltrate the saltworks?"

The thin, dark-skinned boatman stopped crying, raised his head, and looked at Lin Feng with teary eyes.

"Our ship can't get in; we need a token to even have a chance to enter."

Lin Feng nodded and pondered.

Suddenly, he turned and ran onto the deck.

The corpses on the deck were still horrifying, but Lin Feng didn't care. Having seen the cruelty of the battlefield, what he saw before him was nothing.

He began rummaging through the bodies to see if anyone had brought a token.