The original Lin Feng’s Soul was masterless, but his memories remained.
In the original owner's heart, Sergeant Cui Yijiao was powerful, like an insurmountable mountain.
Now, a direct conflict with him brought a trace of despair amidst the fear and panic.
Lin Feng forcefully suppressed these chaotic negative emotions from the original owner.
His body tensed, concentrating his entire spirit on Cui Yijiao’s reaction.
Cui Yijiao was a ruthless man.
His skill was all in that one kick, which had also intimidated all the guards at Lingdouzi Village Beacon Tower.
Lin Feng easily slapped Wu Er flying, making him wary.
“Lin Feng, without my order, you dared to descend the Beacon Tower. Do you know that’s a serious crime?”
Lin Feng relaxed slightly.
This body indeed had strength; neither its coordination nor its reaction speed disappointed him.
Although there was still work to be done in suppressing the original owner’s consciousness and integrating with this body.
Achieving this effect on the first try was still very good.
He felt a surge of confidence.
“Squad Leader Cui, I’ve been on the Beacon Tower for nearly three hours. You guys are in the house roasting sweet potatoes, with two women serving you. The Mounted Scout is nearby; if they charge over, we’ll all die.”
Tens of thousands of Iron True cavalry were rampaging and plundering.
It was said that before the Iron True Mounted Scout, no one in the Zhenxi Border Army could withstand a single blow from them.
This place was the westernmost edge of the Great Zong Dynasty, and the Iron True cavalry could almost ride over within half a day.
“That’s not for you to worry about. Get your ass back to the top of the tower and keep watch, and I won’t pursue this matter with you.”
Cui Yijiao acted cautiously.
Lin Feng sneered inwardly, ‘You kicked my ass, and you think a simple ‘won’t pursue’ makes it even?’
Before he could speak, Wu Er had already recovered.
Lin Feng’s slap just now had been quite heavy; his nose and mouth were bleeding, and he had lost two teeth.
This trashy big oaf had always been trampled under his feet, and even his old man was respectful when he saw him.
Today, he had actually defied him.
“Brother Cui, you can’t let him go. He dared to hit me this time; who knows who he’ll hit next.”
Wu Er was still shaken by that slap, so he could only resort to provocation.
Cui Yijiao remained unmoved, merely staring coldly at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng calmly met his gaze.
He only thought of returning Cui Yijiao’s deadly kick with interest.
Wu Er’s wife saw that the Sergeant wasn’t backing her man, and her man was beaten so miserably, so she steeled herself.
“Everyone saw it, he hit my man, and the Sergeant won’t stand up for me. I don’t want to live anymore…”
She cried out, hunched over from the corner, and charged headfirst at Lin Feng.
Seeing his wife’s actions attract Lin Feng’s attention, Wu Er seized the opportunity to lunge forward, raising his foot to kick Lin Feng’s abdomen.
Lin Feng disdained such an attack.
He took a bite of the sweet potato he held in his left hand, and only when their attacks were about to reach him did he slightly step back.
The woman couldn't stop herself and crashed into Wu Er.
And Wu Er’s fierce kick landed squarely on his wife’s chest.
Both of them wailed and fell to the ground together.
Cui Yijiao was a bit stunned.
Normally, even a cough from him in front of Lin Feng would make Lin Feng tremble all over.
Had he taken the wrong medicine today?
Li Xiong gritted his teeth; if he didn’t act now, Cui Yijiao wouldn’t let him off later.
He pressed hard with his finger, and with a crisp snap, his waist saber sprang out a segment.
Lin Feng heard the sound and took a step back.
Clang, Li Xiong’s saber was unsheathed, and a cold glint flashed in the thatched hut.
Seeing Li Xiong about to draw his saber, Cui Yijiao immediately stepped forward, placing his hand between the two of them.
“Wait.”
He didn't intend to shield Lin Feng from the saber; it was just not the right time for a death.
With the Iron True cavalry pressing in, there were only five people guarding the Lingdouzi Village Beacon Tower, and they really couldn't afford any more internal attrition.
“Lin Feng, get your ass back to the Beacon Tower immediately, or you’ll be dealt with according to military law!”
Lin Feng was naturally not the original Lin Feng; he cared nothing for some damned military law.
He curled the corner of his mouth, took another bite of the sweet potato, and a seemingly softened expression appeared on his face.
Seeing this, Cui Yijiao’s mood relaxed slightly.
Who knew that just as he let out half a breath, Lin Feng suddenly raised his foot and kicked him hard between his legs.
This angle and position were too perfect; he simply couldn't resist.
A piercing pain caused Cui Yijiao to bend over, clutching his crotch, and fall to his knees on the ground.
He began to wail.
Everyone in the room tensed up, instinctively covering their own lower regions.
This groin kick made Lin Feng feel utterly satisfied; it was a small acknowledgment from the original owner.
The state of this body, though seemingly slender, possessed extremely strong explosive power.
“Li Xiong, cut him down for me.”
Cui Yijiao howled in pain.
Li Xiong’s hand holding the saber trembled.
According to Lin Feng’s memory, this guy also used to bully him a lot, so of course, he couldn't be let off.
Before Li Xiong could react.
He slid forward, his left hand flashing, drawing Li Xiong to raise his saber to block, and his right hand immediately lashed out.
With a crisp “smack,” Li Xiong instantly flew backward, half of his face now resembling Wu Er’s.
Cui Yijiao gritted his teeth, endured the pain, stood up, and kicked at Lin Feng’s lower back.
Lin Feng had been guarding against him; hearing the movement, his body spun, just dodging Cui Yijiao’s kick.
A whip kick landed on Cui Yijiao’s ribs.
Cui Yijiao grunted, his body flew, hit the wall of the thatched hut, bounced back, and landed prone in front of Lin Feng.
Lin Feng had put all his strength into that kick, shaking the entire thatched hut.
Cui Yijiao lay on the ground unable to move, only faint groans remaining.
Li Xiong also lay on the ground, pale-faced, blood staining the corners of his mouth, looking at Lin Feng in terror.
Wu Er was even more miserable, so scared that his legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground.
Lin Feng was no benevolent person; he knew that if a snake wasn't killed, there would be future trouble.
He reached out, and with a “clang,” pulled out his saber.
Though the iron quality wasn't good, he had sharpened it to a gleam, flashing and dazzling to the eyes.
Seeing him draw the saber, Li Xiong knew it was bad and immediately prostrated himself on the ground, his lips trembling.
“Lin, Lin Feng, we brothers… have no, no great enmity…”
Wu Er was so scared he didn't even dare to speak, his body hunched, his head touching the ground, trembling all over.
Lin Feng felt a faint excitement, believing that with his advanced insights and this set of skills, he would surely do better than in his previous life.
They were too weak; it was the law of the jungle.
In this world, a few deaths were too normal; who would care about them?
Just as they wouldn't care about his death.
Not a single person in this room could be left alive.
In his previous life, relying on the strength of his School, he had killed many people, and he immediately made a decisive choice.
He stepped forward half a pace, placed the saber against Cui Yijiao’s neck, and pressed down.
“Wait, Lin Feng, I have something to say.”
Cui Yijiao struggled to lift his head and called out.
The saber tip had already pierced half a fen, blood spurted out, flowing into his clothes, stimulating his crotch to become damp.
Lin Feng’s hand paused.
“Lin Feng, I will recommend you as the Sergeant of the garrison. From now on, I, Cui Yijiao, will follow your lead, charging forward bravely. If I slack off, it won’t be too late to kill me then.”
Cui Yijiao had been in the army for a long time and knew why these farmers became soldiers.
Lin Feng hesitated, looking up at Li Xiong and Wu Er.
Li Xiong quickly kowtowed with a loud thud.
“If I, Li Xiong, have any second thoughts, I will die miserably under Sergeant Lin’s saber.”
Wu Er was not to be outdone: “Sergeant Lin, I, Wu Er… and my wife, are both yours.”
His words were slurred, but still clear enough to understand.
Wu Er’s wife was also quick-witted; hearing this, she immediately prostrated herself at Lin Feng’s feet.
“Sergeant Sir, please take me.”
Lin Feng looked at their miserable state; they were indeed small figures like ants, and he hesitated for a moment.
However, since he had come to such a world, if he wanted to gain a foothold and climb up, without killing people, he himself would find it hard to survive.
Small figures could also ruin big plans.
“I don’t trust you. Remember to be good people in the afterlife.”
After saying that, he gritted his teeth, raised his waist saber, and brought it down towards Cui Yijiao’s neck.