Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 120 Lin Feng Again

Lin Feng looked up at the blue sky.

"Listen to yourself and become stronger. That's the way to survive in troubled times."

"Can I trust you?"

Qin Fang looked at Lin Feng with burning eyes.

Lin Feng looked at him with a smile.

"If you didn't trust Lin, you wouldn't be here to serve as a deputy general."

After a long time, Qin Fang took a deep breath.

"I've said it before, Qin will fight to the death whenever he's asked to."

Lin Feng reached out and patted his shoulder.

"Okay, let's take down the Tartars outside the city today and let them know that Dazong is not a place where they can act recklessly."

Qin Fang turned his head to look at the Tatar camp in the distance and nodded firmly.

"Well, take them."

But in a moment he was confused again.

"General Lin, how can we take down these four hundred Tartar cavalrymen?"

"This means despising them strategically and taking them seriously tactically."

Lin Feng asked Fan Jinsong to notify his subordinates and team leaders to go up to the city.

Wang Qian, Hu Jincai, Zhang Changyou, Li Donglai, Yu Lei, Li Hu, Wei Bao and others stood in front of Lin Feng.

Bai Jing and Lin Qiaomei were left in the castle to guard it.

Compared to fighting in the wild and sleeping in the open air, women are not suitable.

Lin Feng glanced at them.

"There are four hundred Tartar cavalry outside the city, and we have nearly a thousand soldiers inside. I want to capture them. What are your ideas?"

Wang Qian spoke first: "Brother, let me play as a striker. I will fight them to death."

"I'm not asking you to fight to the death. I want to win quickly."

Wang Qian lowered his head. He could fight desperately, but he couldn't turn around.

Hu Jincai glanced at the Tatar camp outside the city.

"Boss, disperse them and defeat them one by one."

Lin Feng nodded and smiled: "Well, that's interesting. How do we do it specifically?"

"Uh...I haven't thought about it yet."

Everyone smiled.

Lin Feng waited for a while and saw that no one spoke.

"So, Zhang Changyou and Yu Lei will defend the city, and the others will each lead two squadrons, splitting the troops into seven groups to disperse the 400 Tartar cavalry."

As Lin Feng was talking, he squatted on the ground and drew with a stone.

"There are attacks from each of these seven directions. Leaving this area open will give the Tartars a way to retreat."

"Aren't we going to take it? Why leave them a way out?"

"Have you ever heard the story of being given a break?"

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Give them a way out, so they won't be so desperate to die and fight us. It's better to chase them and beat them than to fight them head-on. Do you understand?"

Seeing the confusion in everyone's eyes, Lin Feng stopped talking.

"If you don't understand, then follow the order. In a quarter of an hour, open the city gates and attack."

Everyone straightened up and said, "Yes."

Then they turned around and ran towards the city.

Qin Fang was very excited.

"Lin... Boss, I also want to lead two teams to fight."

"Haha, of course we can't do without a brave general like you."

A quarter of an hour later, all the teams were in position.

The city gate slowly opened and the drawbridge dropped with a bang.

Lin Feng took the lead, rushed out of the city gate, crossed the drawbridge, and ran to his position according to the arrangement.

As soon as they left the city gate, the Tatars in the distance started to move.

At the call of Wule, they mounted their horses, sorted out their weapons and equipment, spread out their formations, and prepared to meet the enemy.

However, it was not as they imagined.

They watched as groups of cavalry rushed out of the city gate, but did not charge towards them.

Instead, they each ran in different directions.

Wule looked at the enemy troops who were going their separate ways with a confused look on his face, his eyes rolling around, a little at a loss.

Until he saw clearly that the enemy was divided into seven groups and was approaching him from different directions.

Wulecai gave the order to send 400 cavalrymen to meet the enemy separately.

The battlefield was expanded greatly. Each armored Tartar brought his own cavalry, selected a group of enemy troops, and charged head-on.

The four hundred Tatars were forced to split into seven groups, with each team consisting of fifty to sixty cavalry.

Basically on par with Lin Feng's team.

Lin Feng brought thirty cavalry guards with him, but did not go forward to share the spoils. Instead, he stayed at a distance and waited for the outcome of the battle.

He is full of confidence in his team, so his goal is.

Wait for the Tatar cavalry to be defeated and then pursue them nearby.

Lin Feng’s goal was very clear, which was Tongjia Oule.

In order to reduce casualties, this strategy was implemented, chasing and fighting at the same time, giving the enemy a hard time.

In just a moment, both teams rushed into the battle circle.

The Tatar cavalry suffered losses from crossbows again.

Although not all teams were equipped with crossbows, each team had more than ten, and after two rounds of shooting.

The Tatar cavalry were shot to pieces and immediately collapsed.

Then, in panic, they were attacked by the cavalry.

As expected, the Tatar cavalry was defeated quickly. Even the Wule did not expect that their own cavalry would be so vulnerable.

He has always been the king of field battles, invincible.

But today I encountered a tough problem.

Whether it's the enemy's crossbow or the steel knife fight after engaging the enemy.

The invincible Tatar cavalry was beaten dizzy.

This was the first order issued by Wule since he arrived in Dazong.

"withdraw!"

He observed the situation of each team from the center and found that his team could not gain any advantage at all.

In desperation, he shouted to retreat and was the first to ride his horse and run back.

Lin Feng, who was standing in the distance, had a smile on his face. This was exactly the result he had imagined.

He raised his hand: "Attack their flanks, kill!"

After saying this, he urged his horse to charge forward.

Thirty horse guards followed him and rushed forward like a whirlwind.

The Tatar cavalry began to disintegrate and flee.

The Tartars felt very frustrated as they had to escape on horseback for the first time.

But I had to escape, because the opponent's knife was too sharp. After just a few strikes, my knife broke.

And that shameless cavalryman, after fighting with two swords, suddenly raised his hand and fired a crossbow.

How is this played?

The Tartars, who had always been successful, escaped like a gust of wind, fully demonstrating the exquisite level of their riding skills.

As the Tartar cavalry retreated, the entire battlefield became a situation of fleeing and chasing.

Lin Feng followed closely behind the guards of Wule and chased them relentlessly on horseback.

During the chase, they shot crossbow arrows from time to time, causing the Tatar cavalry running behind to be hit by arrows and fall off their horses.

I don't know how long the chase lasted.

Lin Feng discovered that the one chasing in front was Wei Bao.

This guy's riding skills are comparable to those of a Tartar. No matter whether the horse is good or bad, he can always take the lead and run at the forefront.

Lin Feng ran as fast as he could, shaking his head and sighing.

Why didn’t I learn more about riding back then?

When they came, they were being chased, but now the situation has changed and it's one chasing and one fleeing again.

In just half a day, Lin Feng discovered that he had made a mistake in his calculations.

The Tatars’ riding skills are really good, but it is not a skill that can be caught up with in a short period of time simply by increasing training intensity.

The further they chased the Tartars, the farther they ran, and the distance between them gradually widened.

After chasing for another half an hour, even the rear ends of the Tartar cavalry could not be seen.

Lin Feng raised his hand dejectedly, signaling the troops to stop pursuing.

"Damn it! We agreed to give the drowning dog a good beating, but it turns out the drowning dog can run faster than us."

Lin Feng laughed and cursed at himself.

The guards following behind him were all panting, and the horses under their crotch were emitting white steam from their noses, looking very tired.

Several generals gathered their horses and headed towards Lin Feng.

As for those Tartars who fell from their horses, each team rushed to chop off their heads.

Wule was protected by the guards and fled for his life.

He ignored the time and direction and kept whipping the warhorse.

After running for an unknown amount of time, a cavalryman finally shouted loudly.

Only then did Wule realize that he had escaped the pursuit.

The warhorse slowly slowed down and finally stopped.

A group of Ule war horses stood on a high slope, gazing into the distance.

"What the hell is this fight about?"

I saw four hundred cavalrymen, but now there are less than two hundred left in sight.

"Lin Feng, it's Lin Feng again..."