Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 200: Almost Beaten to Death

He couldn't understand it. He had been practicing martial arts under his father's supervision since he was a child, and this had been going on for more than ten years.

How come he couldn't even withstand a single blow from someone else?

So damn frustrating.

Coming out of the house, he saw his warhorse still strolling not far away.

He picked up his spear from the ground, ran to the horse, turned over and climbed up.

We have to fight hard and not let the Tartars have it too easy.

Although the Tartars left no one alive, they showed mercy to the war horses.

They would not kill war horses, whether their own or the enemy's.

Therefore, Qin Fang was able to mount his horse again and rush towards the place where the shouting and killing sounds were louder.

Nalan led two hundred cavalrymen and circled around Qingshui City.

Relying on their fast movement.

Before the large army surrounded them, they rushed out of the city gate and disappeared into the wilderness.

Faced with the Tatars' riding skills, the large cavalry was helpless.

Qin Fang, covered in wounds, urged his horse to chase out of the city, only to see a puff of dust in the distance.

I can only sigh in despair and feel helpless.

Despite all my precautions, I still couldn't defend myself from the attack.

How to explain to the boss?

A day later, Lin Feng received a report at Lingdouzi Castle that Qingshui County had been attacked.

The losses were severe.

He sat at the table blankly, frowning in thought.

Why did this Tartar cavalry choose to launch an attack when he was not around?

Just killing people, not stealing things.

What are they here for?

How can I find them myself?

Lin Feng's mind was in a mess now, and his eyes were filled with the tragic deaths of soldiers and civilians.

If we allow this Tartar cavalry to continue to exist, our losses will only increase further.

Although the Qingshui area now has sufficient military forces.

However, the two hundred elite cavalry moved quickly, were few in number, and were very agile and maneuverable.

It is difficult to encircle and suppress them with a large force.

Qin Fang's report was written in great detail, describing how the city was breached and how they encountered the attack from the masters.

So that Lin Feng can fully understand the situation of this Tatar cavalry.

There are not only martial arts masters, but also guys with good brains.

Bai Jing was behind him, massaging his shoulders.

"Brother, when there's war, people will die. Don't worry too much about it. Only by killing your opponent can you stop the endless killing."

"I understand the logic, but seeing all this battle damage makes me upset."

"Qin Fang was smart enough not to be killed."

"Well, Yu Lei is just too strict and rigid."

"We also need to keep Wang Qian and Zhang Changyou on their toes to avoid any injuries."

Lin Feng shook his head and sighed, "The most worrying thing is Lin Qiaomei. This woman is too reckless."

"Alas, she doesn't even know how to write the word 'death'."

"Because she can't read at all."

Bai Jing also sighed.

"I've already taught her, and now she knows quite a few words."

"Nothing can be changed in the short term. We need long-term education."

"But these Tartars won't give us time."

Lin Feng was a little confused. He had no idea how to find these Tartar killers.

At this time, the Tartar army of more than 10,000 had already arrived.

They set up camp fifty miles away from Lingdouzi Castle.

General Sun Yang from the border town, under the order of General Qin, brought 5,000 troops.

Lin Feng set up a separate camp for General Sun, and these soldiers needed to undergo rigorous training before they could go to the battlefield.

Of course, according to Lin Feng's standards, one-third of the five thousand people would probably be eliminated and used as engineers or directly transferred to civilian laborers.

Lin Feng asked Li Xiong to command the civilians to build another military camp outside the castle as required.

It was thirty miles away from the Tatar camp, and three thousand troops were stationed in the camp.

The two sides are in a standoff, and the situation is on the verge of breaking out.

The 200 Tatar cavalrymen galloped to an uninhabited village, and Nalan raised his hand to signal to stop.

Everyone jumped off their horses to rest.

View the damage.

Of the two hundred cavalrymen, seven were killed and sixteen were wounded.

But the bodies were brought out by other soldiers.

The bodies were buried on the spot, and those with more serious injuries could only be placed in houses in the village that could shelter them from wind and rain, and left to fend for themselves.

Natan came to Nalan excitedly.

"Hey, this great army is too broken. I have killed forty or fifty people with this knife."

Nalan frowned and said, "Don't underestimate the enemy. It is said that the large army before was chased by four or five of our cavalrymen, with nearly a hundred of them, and fled for their lives. But now, even though they know that charging forward means death, they still charge forward without hesitation."

"Sister, let them charge, otherwise we can't kill so many people."

"Look at the damage. It's just a county town, but there are so many casualties."

"Normal battle damage, sis."

"Normal? Who are we? The most elite knights of the Iron True Royal Family, how could we be killed and injured by a group of soldiers?"

Nalan shouted in a deep voice, "Let all the bronze armored soldiers come here and see whose subordinates are the dead and wounded."

Upon hearing the news, the other five bronze-armored men came to Nalan and stood with their heads bowed.

"How did you fight this battle? How did you control your men?"

None of the bronze-armored men spoke.

"I've repeatedly emphasized that everyone here is a valuable talent resource. We represent the Ironclad Royal Guard. Even if we die in battle, it would bring shame to the Royal Family."

Nalan raised his hand and pointed at a wounded soldier sitting against the wall not far away.

"Look at him. How did he get injured? Do you know?"

Several men in bronze armor looked at the wounded soldier in confusion.

"I feel embarrassed even to say it."

Natan asked in a low voice, relying on the fact that he was his biological brother.

"Sister, how did he get hurt?"

"Humph, he went to insult a woman and was nearly beaten to death by a group of people. Shame on him!"

Nalan glanced at the bronze-armored people standing around.

"I repeat again, anyone who dares to break the rules during wartime will have his head chopped off by me!"

The six bronze-armored men quickly responded and said yes.

"Okay, go and convey the order and take the time to rest."

The custom of the Tatars was that whenever they dismounted to rest, they would first feed the horses grass and water, and then clean the horses' bodies.

Especially the hooves of war horses, which must be checked at all times. If any injury is not treated in time, the horse will be ruined.

Only after taking good care of the warhorse can one eat, drink water and rest.

They treated their war horses better than they treated themselves.

There is no need to give specific orders for these things, they all do it well on their own.

Lin Feng had also been troubled by this matter for a long time.

Most cavalrymen don't take much care of their war horses.

From time to time, war horses were crippled by cavalry.

Later, under his repeated emphasis and punishment, all the cavalrymen gradually changed their habits.

At this time, Lin Feng was in the room, with the door closed, whispering to Wei Bao.

Lin Feng spent several days thinking about finding the 200 elite cavalrymen of the Tartars.

Finally, they found Wei Bao and discussed it with him.

Wei Bao is Lin Feng's subordinate and the best rider.

With a lean and slender body and a dark face, he looks like he is in his thirties even though he is only in his early twenties.

He is also the leader in charge of the cavalry and is very familiar with all parts of the Zhenxi area.

Lin Feng asked him to spend more than a month collecting and compiling a topographic map centered on Lingdouzi Castle.

He also asked the craftsmen to work according to the topographic map and his own instructions.

A huge sandbox was made.

All terrains on the sand table are scaled down, even down to every dilapidated village.

The two men stood in front of the sand table and studied the movements of the Tartars.