Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 140 Win or Lose

Wei Zhen laughed so hard that he started coughing, and kept coughing.

At first, everyone was watching him go crazy with a smile, but later they realized something was wrong.

Wei Zhen coughed up blood.

Lin Feng hurriedly shouted: "Where is the doctor? Send him over immediately."

Everyone understood that Wei Zhen was injured, and it was a serious injury.

It is difficult to avoid getting injured using this method of charging, so as long as it is not fatal, you must persist until the end of the battle.

Wei Zhen was stabbed by knives and guns at least five or six times, especially on his right chest, where the wound was very deep.

Lin Feng was also stabbed several times on his legs and arms.

Of the thirty guards, three or four were missing.

The doctor accompanying the team is already too busy to handle it.

Lin Feng sat on his horse, looking at the devastated battlefield.

The soldiers were lying there in a mess, motionless.

It was supposed to be a victory, but there were no cheers.

A miserable victory.

"Xie Zhong, go inform the leaders. Anyone who can move should immediately clean up the battlefield."

The main task of cleaning up the battlefield is to collect crossbows and arrows, which are powerful weapons for killing enemies.

Moreover, this kind of weapon is difficult to make and cannot be lost.

The battle lasted for nearly two hours, and both sides suffered countless casualties.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Lin Feng ordered everyone to rest on the spot.

There is no way to escape from this state.

The Tartar camp is just a hundred miles away. If more reinforcements come, they will be chased and beaten even more miserably.

It’s better to conserve your energy for another fight.

Lin Feng sent people to collect all the crossbows from the first ambush point and check the degree of damage to all the crossbows.

After completing these few tasks, it was dark.

Lin Feng just breathed a sigh of relief and took the water bag handed to him by Xie Zhong.

Before he could even take a sip of water, a soldier came running over.

"General, I'm afraid General Wei...can't make it."

"Shit, in this battle, losing a cavalry general would be a joke."

Lin Feng cursed and threw the water bag to Xie Zhong, then quickly followed the soldiers.

Wei Zhen's armor had been removed, his whole body was wrapped in white cloth, and he looked very depressed.

Lin Feng discovered that the bright red on the white cloth was still expanding little by little.

This means that his wound was too deep and too large, and the bleeding could not be stopped.

Lin Feng squatted down and felt his pulse with his hand.

A little weak, the situation is not optimistic.

On the battlefield, doctors have basically given up on treating injuries like this.

Wei Zhen's guards looked at Lin Feng eagerly, and two of them even shed tears.

Lin Feng was also helpless. His few mediocre moves were completely useless against such a serious injury.

"Wait, I'll go find a doctor and think of a solution."

Lin Feng was about to stand up when he was pulled by Wei Zhen.

"Lin Feng, don't bother with that. I know the ins and outs."

Lin Feng shook his hand, feeling a little heavy-hearted.

As a soldier, Wei Zhen is undoubtedly qualified.

Among all the officers in the border army, he was the only one who was wholeheartedly fighting against the Tartars.

He didn't know how to comfort her and could only remain silent.

"You are the only person I truly respect in this life. If there is an afterlife, I am willing to follow you on your campaigns, conquering the world."

Wei Zhen talked a lot and started coughing violently.

At the same time, blood continued to flow out of his mouth.

The guards hurriedly wiped him.

"General Wei, have a good rest. Maybe you'll be fine tomorrow."

"Hehe... cough cough cough, I... am not a child, I have... a few things I want to ask you..."

After taking a breath, Wei Zhen shook Lin Feng's hand vigorously.

"These guys in front of me have been with me for a few years. I hope you can take them in. I know they will not suffer any harm under your hands."

Several guards began to sob.

Lin Feng nodded: "Don't worry, General Wei."

"Also... I have a son, Wei Jingxi, who's about sixteen this year. If he can help me in the future, I'd be very grateful."

Lin Feng patted Wei Zhen's hand and nodded without saying a word.

A smile appeared on Wei Zhen's face.

"Boy, you are... a better general than me... but you promised... my posthumous title..."

He finished his words here and fell silent.

Several guards were already crying out loud.

Lin Feng stood up silently, holding a bloody badge in his hand.

The words "骠骑" were engraved on the waist badge.

Lin Feng felt melancholy. Did he win or lose this battle?

Fan Jinsong took the battle report from a soldier.

Turned around and handed it to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng didn't even look at it, he just said woodenly: "Read it."

"Yes, General. In this battle, we killed 742 Tartars and wounded 680 others, both minor and serious. Our army suffered 338 deaths and 411 wounded."

Lin Feng sighed. Almost every soldier in the army was injured.

He glanced at Wei Zhen lying on the ground, feeling mixed emotions.

This battle caused immeasurable losses due to just one mistake.

An army of 900 men lost more than half of its members.

Those dozens of seriously injured soldiers may never be able to stay in the army again in their lifetime.

After calming down, Lin Feng ordered to give up burying the bodies and continue to move towards the border town.

There are too many corpses, and burying them all would require too much energy.

The dead soldiers could only wait until they returned and then have a cenotaph built for them as a sign of respect.

What's more, the Tatar camp is just a hundred miles away. If another large group of cavalry attacks, the remaining 400 people will be doomed.

The soldiers dragged their tired bodies and continued to move forward in the dark.

The bronze-armored Tartar was called Yicihe, and he was the leader of the Tartar Northern Camp.

When he received the news that the food and supplies had been robbed that day, he was immediately furious.

What we lack most right now is food and fodder. It is difficult to get one cart of food and fodder, let alone eleven carts.

There must be quite a few troops that can kill more than fifty of his own cavalry.

So he gathered more than 2,000 cavalrymen and quickly chased out of the camp.

He never dreamed that this battle would be so tragic.

Not only was he seriously injured by an arrow, but out of his more than 2,000 cavalrymen, less than 600 returned to the camp.

He himself didn't know how he ran back to the camp. Perhaps he was surrounded by several guards and ran back in a daze.

By the time he was carried off the horse, he had already fallen into a coma.

The Tartars in the camp, having lost their commander, immediately sent someone to report to the main camp.

We're trying to treat Yicihe's injuries right here.

Lin Feng's arrow could have been avoided by moving his stab.

Unexpectedly, he was too arrogant and used a knife to knock it out with one hand.

I wanted to do something cool and show off.

I didn't expect that the arrow was not only fast, but also incredibly powerful.

Fortunately, he knocked the arrow off target with his knife.

Otherwise, he would have been shot through the heart and died on the spot.

Even so, the arrow might have injured the internal organs, and the doctor accompanying the team did not dare to touch the arrowhead easily.

The people in the camp had no choice but to wait for orders from the headquarters, feeling confused and at a loss for a moment.

Lin Feng led his men for a long time, but he did not hear any more sounds of pursuers behind him.

He was also wondering why the camp of 5,000 people did not retaliate after losing only more than 1,000 cavalry?

No matter what the other party thinks, just lead your men into the border town first.

Although the journey was difficult, there were no large groups of Tatar cavalry.

The Tatar cavalry, which consisted of only three or five riders, hid away when they saw the large army from afar.

Lin Feng just ordered his men to move forward and ignore these cavalrymen.

That night, they set up camp and rested for half the night. By noon the next day, the large group of troops and food had arrived at the foot of the border town.

I have heard about the grandeur of the border town for a long time.

When Lin Feng saw the tall and heavy city wall in the morning light, he was still shocked.

This is nearly times higher than the city wall he built himself.

The city walls on both sides are as high as the clouds.

The morning mist exudes an ancient and heavy atmosphere.

No wonder the Tartars didn't come to attack the city. This thing doesn't need any defense. Even if you were allowed to climb it, it would take some effort.

Lin Feng looked up at the four huge characters on the city gate tower: "Border City. West Gate"

He waved his hand and asked Qin Fang to call for the city.

Qin Fangtima came to the foot of the city, raised one hand, shook it and shouted loudly.

"Hey, you on the city wall, I'm Qin Fang, a captain of the imperial army. The food and fodder are here, open the gate!"