Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1008: Is it a confession?

Lin Feng raised the straight knife.

"Everyone, I, Old Shu, am no pushover. I've killed many pirates."

The three of them smiled, and although they couldn't hide their disbelief, they still tried their best to express encouragement.

Lin Feng didn't care about their thoughts. He found a relatively secluded place, lay down, closed his eyes and rested.

It goes without saying that the pirates' salt transport team would not travel at night, as that would undoubtedly be asking for trouble.

After arranging everything, Yan Xiaoding found Lin Feng and sat next to him.

The night was quiet, with occasional snoring sounds coming from all around.

"Master Shu, do you hate me?"

Yan Xiaoding's voice sounded a little nervous.

Lin Feng was surprised: "Sister Xiao Ding, why should I hate you?"

"I was the one who dragged you to the battlefield. This is a place where you can be killed at any time. If you are not careful, your life will be gone."

Lin Feng nodded: "Yes, why did you drag me in?"

Yan Xiaoding looked up at the night sky and pondered for a long time.

"I don't know why, but the first time I saw you, I felt you were very kind. Your smile makes me feel warm and calm."

Lin Feng didn't respond, so Yan Xiaoding continued.

"What you say always makes me feel inexplicably at peace, and it seems to make a lot of sense."

"Later, the food you cooked was so delicious, so..."

Lin Feng smiled bitterly: "This reason doesn't make sense either."

"Well, I know. This is the cause and the consequence."

Yan Xiaoding gave Lin Feng a blank look.

"You are like family to me, um, the eldest brother who can do everything. I don't want you to leave, so I always hold you back."

"Oh, that's right."

"Master Shu, you don't know, in this environment, if we disappear from each other's sight, perhaps we will never meet again in this life."

Lin Feng laughed: "Haha, very philosophical."

"What is philosophy?"

“It just makes so much sense.”

"Of course, in this place where pirates are rampant, we, the Seven Heroes of the Yan Clan, have set up a meeting point so that if we get separated, we can reunite in the future."

Lin Feng nodded: "I understand."

"No, you don't understand. If a good man like you gets lost, you might just miss out on your whole life."

Lin Feng didn't dare to say anything else. He felt that Yan Xiaoding's words were like a confession of love. Could it be...

"Don't get the wrong idea. I already have a man in my heart. I just think you are kind, excellent, and down-to-earth, so I just want to stay by your side..."

Lin Feng said, "Yes, he just wants to stay by my side and eat the food I cook."

Yan Xiaoding chuckled: "Well, this is true."

Lin Feng thought for a moment and said, "I think your Xiao Yi brother is more reliable and dependable."

Yan Xiaoding's expression turned cold: "Don't mention him. He is reliable and down-to-earth, but more domineering. He doesn't listen to other people's opinions at all. If it weren't for the boss's suppression, hum..."

She didn't say anything else, but her opinion was quite profound.

"Master Shu, where are you from?"

Yan Xiaoding changed the subject. In the quiet night, he couldn't sleep and could only chat.

Lin Feng scratched his head: "My hometown is probably in Zhenxi Protectorate, but..."

"You have the Iron Tartars wreaking havoc over there, just like the pirate situation today?"

"No, the Tartars were driven out of the country long ago by the Zhenxi Army. Moreover, the Tiezhen Kingdom has been destroyed. It is the Kuro tribe that controls the power of the tribes on the grassland and has become the royal family of the tribe."

Yan Xiaoding became excited again.

"Master Shu, have you ever met Lin Feng?"

"Uh...it seems...no."

"I heard his hometown is in the west of the town, in some Lingdouzi village."

"Yeah, I heard it was."

"Your hometown is also Zhenxi. Your cooking is so delicious. Has Lin Feng ever eaten the food you cooked?"

Lin Feng smiled. This little fan girl has a very simple mind.

Fortunately, she has so many brothers to protect her, otherwise, it would be difficult for her to survive until now in such a harsh environment.

"I left my hometown very early."

"Oh, what a shame."

The two chatted intermittently, and gradually they became silent and fell asleep in the weeds.

Lin Feng continued to close his eyes and circulate his true energy, using the ethereal power of the broken sword to widen his meridians and speed up the circulation of his true energy.

He found that this kind of practice brought rapid progress.

The only drawback is that my energy and blood will boil over at the slightest provocation and it is difficult to suppress.

Doing things this way can easily lead to impulsive behavior, and the consciousness in the brain seems to be controlled by the broken sword.

Fortunately, if both sides were in peace, Lin Feng would temporarily have the upper hand. If they were in a fight, Lin Feng would most likely be driven by the broken sword and lose the initiative.

Lin Feng is trying to overcome this. Once he lets the Broken Sword take the initiative, he will gradually lose himself and become a slave to the sword.

If you lose your consciousness, death is probably not far away.

It felt like I was lost for a moment, and when I opened my eyes again, it was already noon.

The scorching sun shines through the bushes onto your face, making you feel dazed.

It was quiet.

Lin Feng saw that Yan Xiaoding was hiding behind a rock, staring intently at the official road not far away.

Yan Xiaobing and Ji Xueliang also drew their bows and arrows, ready for battle.

Time passed slowly. There were no pedestrians on the official road. Only grass debris and yellow soil blown by the wind occasionally floated before my eyes.

Yan Xiaoding turned his head and saw that Lin Feng had sat up. He quickly turned around and put his finger to his mouth, signaling Lin Feng not to make any noise.

Lin Feng relaxed his body and leaned against the bushes again, staring blankly at the dark blue mountains in the distance.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of horse hooves, the creaking of wheels rolling over the ground, the whistling of whips, and the voices of people shouting.

Lin Feng turned around and looked at Yan Xiaoding and the others, and saw that they were still quietly hiding behind weeds, bushes, or rocks, with blank expressions.

Looking at other places, many team members gathered together, whispering to each other, and I don’t know what they were discussing.

Lin Feng sighed and went to see the dark blue mountain.

However, the sounds in his ears became louder and louder: the sound of horse hooves, wheels, people shouting and horses neighing were particularly obvious.

About half a quarter of an hour later, Yan Xiaobing suddenly raised his arm, signaling everyone to get ready, as troops were coming on the official road.

More than a hundred people dispersed, each drawing their bows and arrows, aiming at the official road below.

Another half a quarter of an hour passed, and a group of cavalry appeared in everyone's sight in the distance. They gradually approached along the official road.

Behind the cavalry were carriages, one after another, guarded by cavalry on both sides, and there were also hundreds of cavalry in front and behind.

The carriage was covered with straw mats and tied tightly with straw ropes. All that could be seen were two deep ruts left by the wheels rolling over the ground, indicating the load of the vehicle.

Yan Xiaobing hid behind the weeds and observed the convoy on the official road through the gaps.

When almost half of the people and vehicles had passed, Yan Xiaobing raised his arms, shook them silently in the air a few times, and then waved them down.

I don't know who shot the first arrow.

Anyway, Lin Feng heard the sound of the bowstring snapping, and then the sound of the arrow breaking through the air.