Lin Feng held his breath and confidently drew the bowstring back, but the willow bow couldn't withstand his strength and snapped into several pieces with a crack.
“Damn it!”
Due to his excitement, Lin Feng forgot that the bow in his hand was no longer his previous carbon steel compound bow.
The others were already stunned by his archery skills, holding their breath, anticipating the power of his shot.
With the cracking sound, everyone’s heart shattered.
“Oh, this damned military equipment.”
“What a crappy bow.”
Several people cursed.
They looked regretfully outside the camp fence.
They watched as the Tartar in plain clothes kicked up a cloud of dust, running further and further away.
The Tartars were excellent horsemen; even with a horse, Lin Feng knew he couldn't catch him.
He threw away the broken bow in his hand, shook his head, and sighed.
He turned his head and found Cui Yijiao and Li Xiong staring blankly at him with upturned faces.
He turned again, and Wang Qian was also looking at him like an idiot.
He looked up, and there was Wu Er, still on the Beacon Tower, leaning over the edge, looking down at him.
Lin Feng waved his hand, “What the hell are you all staring at? Clean up the battlefield.”
The few men paused, then answered in unison.
“Understood, Sergeant!”
After shouting, they opened the stockade gate and rushed out.
Lin Feng secretly calculated in his heart.
One Tartar in iron armor, one Tartar in plain clothes.
Am I rich?
According to the announcement issued by the Zhenxi Border Army headquarters, a Tartar in iron armor's head could be exchanged for one hundred taels of silver and five hundred catties of japonica rice... If he consecutively killed these two Tartars, he should be promoted four ranks.
According to the Zhenxi Army's organizational structure, it starts with Sergeant, then Squad Leader, and after three ranks, it's Jia Zheng.
A Jia Zheng commands thirty men, a Squad Leader three men, and a Sergeant six men.
A Jia Zheng is not yet an official; one must become a Company Commander, which is a Centurion, to have a corresponding official rank.
Should I be promoted to Company Commander? I guess I'd be an official then, right?
While Lin Feng was fantasizing, Cui Yijiao and others had already dragged the two Tartar warhorses and the Tartar corpses into the camp fence.
Sheepskin clothes were good things; they could be sewn into quilts in the cold winter, and the Tartars’ horses were also carrying sheepskin bedding.
The Tartars’ longblades were also better than his own, not to mention their bows and arrows.
They were all mulberry wood bows, and the arrowheads were sharp iron, triangular in shape.
Such arrows flew fast, had a long range, and also had armor-piercing capabilities.
In short, the Tartars' entire outfit, compared to the few poor Soldiers guarding the fort, were all good things.
The four Soldiers, led by Cui Yijiao, were now completely convinced by Lin Feng.
Everything they did depended on his expression, and they were cautious in their words and actions in front of Lin Feng.
Lin Feng was not stingy; he distributed the spoils of war, making the Soldiers overjoyed.
Especially the two women standing by, looking at the pile of things on the ground, their eyes seemed to want to reach out with little hands.
Wu Er's wife had originally wanted to come over and massage Lin Feng's shoulders, but she was glared at by Lin Feng and retreated to the side, shrinking her neck.
“Cui Yijiao.”
Lin Feng beckoned him to come closer.
Cui Yijiao stood in front of Lin Feng, bowing to receive orders.
Perhaps it was uncomfortable in his crotch, but he was bent over, his hands instinctively guarding between his legs.
“How should this situation be handled?”
“Sergeant, we can send Wang Qian with the two Tartar heads to Tali Fort to report the merits.”
Lin Feng frowned and asked, “Everything else is fine, but how will the grain be transported here?”
“Sergeant, the rewarded grain can be converted into silver and brought back.”
Lin Feng nodded, looking into the distance.
“One Tartar escaped, and there will likely be retaliatory attacks, so we need to prepare early.”
“Let’s not stay here. Since the Beacon Tower has been lit, there’s no need to guard this place anymore.”
“Lingdouzi Village is nearby. If the Tartars fail to retaliate here, they will go and massacre the village. What about our families?”
Cui Yijiao scratched his head.
“Sergeant, we can’t stay in this village either. It’s best to go out and avoid it for now.”
Lin Feng frowned and remained silent.
Cui Yijiao quickly added, “Sergeant, don’t worry. We are so poor here that there won't be a large group of Tartars coming.”
“Oh? How many Tartars do you estimate will come?”
Cui Yijiao extended five fingers: “Given their nature, at most five people.”
“Oh, then we can confront them.”
Cui Yijiao hastily said, “Sergeant, you must not be careless. More than five Tartars are truly irresistible. Even for Border Army elites, without two or three hundred men, it’s best to avoid them.”
After he finished speaking, his eyes scanned the Tartar corpse lying in the middle of the camp fence, and he immediately felt that something was amiss.
“Uh… with Sergeant’s divine bravery, perhaps a battle is possible…”
Lin Feng waved his hand: “Have Wang Qian go to Tali Fort to report, Wu Er keep watch from the Beacon Tower, Li Xiong go out as a mobile scout, and you go to the village to recruit some people to prepare the fortifications.”
He assigned the tasks in one breath, leaving Cui Yijiao stunned.
How did this Lin Feng suddenly become like this?
He used to be like a fool, working diligently without complaint, head down.
But now… in Cui Yijiao’s eyes, Lin Feng even had a stronger Aura than the Centurion he had met.
Just as the two were discussing the next plan, the two women had already taken the Tartars' provisions and made hot porridge.
Immediately, the aroma of food wafted throughout the camp fence.
Especially with two strips of dried meat, which Wang Qian’s wife roasted over the fire.
The scent of the meat almost made the Soldiers bite their tongues.
The current task was urgent, so the Soldiers hastily ate a few mouthfuls of food, each cut a piece of dried meat, and then set off to follow Lin Feng's instructions.
Lin Feng remained in the camp fence, re-securing the drawbridge.
Then he took the Tartar's bow and arrows and began to modify them based on his experience from his previous life.
The bow and arrow manufacturing at this time was very crude. Although the Tartars’ bow and arrow Materials were much stronger, the manufacturing was still very unscientific.
Lin Feng wanted to make the bow and arrow into a compound bow, but due to the severe lack of Materials and tools, he had to readjust all the data of the bow and arrow according to his memory.
He was busy enjoying himself when Wu Er's wife came over.
“Brother Lin, take a break. I’ll massage your legs.”
Lin Feng glanced at her and noticed that the woman had washed her face and tidied her clothes slightly.
Her hair was neatly smoothed with water.
Her pale, malnourished face had some rouge applied, he didn't know what with.
But there was still a sour, stinky smell about her.
“Alas, you two hurry back to the village. There’s going to be a battle here soon, and it’s very dangerous.”
“But… without my service, you…”
Lin Feng waved his hand to stop her from speaking further.
“Take the grain and remember to send it to my family.”
Seeing his cold and resolute expression, Wu Er's wife could only turn around disappointedly to call Wang Qian's wife to work.
The two women carried the grain, and Lin Feng saw them out of the camp fence.
Before leaving the camp gate, Wang Qian’s wife found an opportunity to approach Lin Feng.
“Sergeant, there are also two sweet potatoes baking in the bonfire. I remember you like to eat them, don’t forget.”
After saying that, she glanced at Lin Feng, then turned and left.
Lin Feng actually saw a hint of charm in the woman's dust-covered face.
He smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Now only Lin Feng was left in the camp fence.
He had modified all the bows and arrows, sharpening the arrowheads.
The Tartars' longblades were very heavy, but lacked sharpness.
He polished them until they shone and thinned the blades.
His plan to defend against the enemy was already well-formed in his mind, just waiting for people from the village to arrive and finish the fortifications.
Lin Feng picked up the longblade and came to the center of the camp fence, pondering for a moment.
He performed the Pifeng Blade Technique, which he was most proud of in his previous life.
He wanted to combine his skills with this body so that he wouldn't make mistakes in battle.
In this chaotic world, once a mistake is made, there is no turning back.
The Pifeng Blade emphasized speed and had no fixed routines, making it suitable for use on the battlefield.
However, there were methods to increase the speed of drawing the blade during practice.
Lin Feng's longblade danced faster and faster, and this body's physical quality was indeed powerful.
Just as he was getting into the rhythm, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps outside the camp fence.