Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1156 A Huge Gap

Lin Feng reined in his warhorse and extended his consciousness outwards.

In an instant, he discovered a man dressed as a pirate lying on the roof behind him, and another man dressed similarly on the roof to his right.

The two people's demeanor was consistent with their status as cultivators, and their level was not high.

No further discoveries were made.

Lin Feng was very puzzled. Why were there only two third-generation disciples?

Doesn't the other party know how powerful they are?

Tsuruta Gen wouldn't do such a futile effort, nor would the waterfall.

Who was so foolish as to send two third-generation disciples from a reclusive sect to their deaths?

Although they were just two low-level disciples, Lin Feng knew that his two soldiers who had come to investigate had already been killed.

The elite soldiers in the army are far inferior to the cultivators of these reclusive sects; killing them is just a matter of lifting a finger.

Lin Feng felt a pang of heartache; two more had died.

These soldiers, who had followed him through numerous battles and were on the verge of growing up, were wiped out by these guys instead of dying on the battlefield.

Finding nothing amiss, Lin Feng dismounted from his horse, walked slowly to the wooden door of the small house, and kicked it open.

A campfire, covered with a thick layer of dry grass, billowed with thick smoke.

Clearly, these two guys were trying to lure him over with the smoke.

Two warhorses were penned in the yard, grazing on dry grass with their heads down.

In the corner of the courtyard lay two corpses, two soldiers from the Zhenfeng Battalion.

Their throats were all cut, and they died without making a sound.

Just as Lin Feng was staring blankly at the corpse, a spinning short knife silently flew over.

The blade of the short knife shimmered in the sunlight, not flying in a straight line, but drifting erratically up, down, left, and right.

However, Lin Feng could sense that the dagger's ultimate target was his neck.

He clearly saw in his mind that the short knife had no hilt, only two joined blades, somewhat like a boomerang.

In Lin Feng's memory, this type of weapon was something that pirates often used. If it missed its target, it might even fly back into the hand of the person who wielded it.

Lin Feng drew the straight sword from its sheath with his right hand, extended the tip forward, inserted it into the middle of the spinning short sword, and forcefully flicked it.

The spinning dagger, propelled by Lin Feng's increased force, spun several times faster, whizzing past Lin Feng's eyes and flying behind him.

The cultivator who unleashed the spinning blade was staring wide-eyed at Lin Feng. Unsurprisingly, this young Taisho officer would have his throat slit by his own blade and fall to the ground dead without uttering a sound.

But the next instant, the cultivator opened his mouth in surprise, looking at his spinning blade in horror as it was flicked away by the opponent's straight blade and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Another cultivator who came with him was jumping off the roof. He wanted to rush over so he could finish him off if anything went wrong.

Unexpectedly, just as he was in mid-air, a cool breeze swept by, and he felt a chill on his neck. His feet were weak and unable to support his weight.

He fell to the ground with a thud. He tried to struggle to get up, but found that his arm was no longer under his control.

His consciousness gradually faded, and then darkness descended, enveloping him.

The difference in levels among cultivators of reclusive sects is so great that Lin Feng didn't even need to exert any effort; he simply slit a cultivator's throat with a flick of his wrist.

They were still using the other side's weapons.

The cultivator who unleashed the spinning blade realized the situation was dire and knew he had kicked a hornet's nest. He reacted quickly, turning and running, his legs propelling him into the air.

When it landed and used the momentum, it had already flown dozens of feet away.

He stomped hard on the ground, his body took off again, and shot out of the town like an arrow.

However, as his body passed through a large tree, he was suddenly stabbed in the ribs by a straight knife from behind. The immense force sent his body crashing into the tree.

He was firmly pinned to the middle of a thick tree by a straight knife.

He tried to break free of the straight knife, but his whole body was powerless. The part of the knife that had pierced him left him unable to exert any strength. He could only kick his legs weakly a few times before they drooped down.

In the blink of an eye, the cultivator who had been nailed to the tree saw a young face with a warm smile.

"Where do you come from? Why did you kill him?"

Lin Feng asked two questions in a row, and seeing that the cultivator's spirit was gradually weakening, he knew that there was not much time left.

"You...can't escape either..."

Before the cultivator could finish speaking, his body went limp, and he hung limply from the straight sword, lifeless.

Lin Feng frowned and looked at it up and down a few times.

"Damn, I went a little too hard and lost control."

He reached out and pulled out the straight knife, letting the body fall to the ground.

Lin Feng landed and then realized that the broken sword on his back was trembling. A sense of dissatisfaction came over him, complaining that Lin Feng hadn't given it a chance.

From the beginning, Lin Feng stopped the broken sword from moving, wanting to verify how much of a gap there was between him and the third-generation disciples of these reclusive sects without relying on the broken sword.

The result surprised him; it was so simple and effortless.

He had witnessed the prowess of high-ranking figures such as Tsuruta Gen, Oni-maki Shingo, and Shuko, and had also fought against second-generation disciples like Kuroda Shi.

Now I realize firsthand how vast the differences are between each level.

He should be at a higher level than Kuroda Shi, but he is still inferior to advanced cultivators like Tsuruta Gen.

If we include the broken sword, the difference shouldn't be too great...

Lin Feng didn't think any further. Zhenfeng Battalion was still waiting outside the town. If they waited too long and he didn't come, they might rush into the town.

He didn't want more people to see his condition. Although the soldiers couldn't understand that these two were different from ordinary martial artists, there were always smart people around, and no one should be underestimated.

There will always be anomalies in any group.

They searched the bodies of the two cultivators thoroughly and then buried them in a pit.

Then he mounted his horse and rode out of the town.

During the journey, Lin Feng suddenly realized that it must have been the cultivators hired by the pirate army who had dealt with their difficult-to-annihilate cavalry force.

Even if it means breaking sect rules, we must eliminate these extremely dangerous warhorses.

Of course, Lin Feng didn't care. He had long since ignored these ridiculous sect rules because he had no intention of cultivating any kind of Tao or pursuing immortality.

Lao Tzu wanted to follow his own path, cultivating a broad and open mind.

Further south from this town, there were no more pirates to bother them. The 285 riders traveled smoothly all the way to Fuzhou Prefecture.

In Fuzhou, Hu Jincai was already overwhelmed with worry. The Zhenxi Army was struggling to defend against the constant attacks from the pirates.

More than a month has passed, and now Hu Jincai has begun to consider resigning.

We cannot allow our 10,000 Zhenxi Army soldiers to perish here.

With food and supplies exhausted and no reinforcements from outside, even the resolute soldiers of the Zhenxi Army began to doubt: what was the point of continuing like this?

At this moment, Hu Jincai was discussing with his two deputy generals how to break through the siege, withdraw from Fuzhou City, and retreat to Jinhao Prefecture.

A lieutenant frowned and said, "General, it's difficult to retreat now. We're surrounded by pirates on all sides, especially the Jiliu River, which is wide and has a rapid current. It's full of pirate ships. How are we going to cross it?"

Hu Jincai stared at the map on the table, speechless for a moment.