Jimei Lu of the Three Kingdoms

Originally, Lin Feng had already retreated four or five steps, and was about to turn around and retreat to the side of the ridge, but unexpectedly, he was irritated by the shouting words of this group of Yellow Turban soldiers!

"I'm so rough, how dare you call me a naked pig?! Don't you know that after crossing, the young master is already possessed by the god of war, and he can enter seven times and exit seven times, swing ten tricks ten times, and win every battle?"

Lin Feng turned around, pointed to several Yellow Turban soldiers rushing towards him and shouted: "Come here, today I will fight ten!"

Striding forward in front of the two Yellow Turban soldiers in the front, Lin Feng took a long breath, straightened his back, stretched his arms forward suddenly, clenched his fists, and swung his shoulders back and forth like a spindle from top to bottom. Immediately, he punched like a torrential rain.

That's right, what Lin Feng displayed at this time was the ultimate trick that had been rumored for a long time in the Jianghu - Wang Baquan!

There is no way, although Lin Feng obtained a super martial value out of thin air because of the time travel, the problem is that he has never learned any martial arts, so when fighting the enemy at this time, he naturally used the only unique skill he learned in kindergarten.

As the saying goes, one force can reduce ten meetings.

Although Lin Feng did not have any tricks in this move, and there were countless flaws in his boxing technique, his martial strength far surpassed that of ordinary people. There is no way, the contempt on the face has not yet dissipated, but unexpectedly, one of them was punched in the chest and the other was hit in the face. The two of them fell backwards like two broken bags without even screaming, and fell to the ground There was no sound after that.

The dozen or so Yellow Turban soldiers who swarmed over had no time to stop, and Lin Feng stepped forward and knocked them to the ground one by one with Wang Baquan.

After defeating several people one after another, Lin Feng's courage became stronger and stronger. He felt a rush of hot blood rushing to his limbs, and his whole body was steaming. rush away.

Lin Feng rushed into the enemy's formation like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, his arms were spread apart, and each soldier flew side by side and fell down. In just a dozen breaths, Lin Feng actually rushed into the enemy's formation for nearly [-] meters. Wherever they passed, people turned on their backs, wounded soldiers filled the camp, and there were moaning and moaning everywhere.

At the front of the Yellow Turban Army formation, the black-faced general who was urging his troops to attack on the hill suddenly heard a commotion behind him, turned his head and took a look, and suddenly flew into a rage.

"Where did the baby come from, dare to attack a certain army formation, wow, all the soldiers get out of the way, come and meet this arrogant little baby for a while!"

After finishing speaking, Heimian raised the big knife in his palm, turned his horse's head, and charged towards Lin Feng who was raging in the rear camp.

Lin Feng was fighting vigorously, and the Yellow Turban soldiers around him were crying for their fathers and mothers, fleeing in embarrassment, which made him feel a little bit like punching Nanshan Kindergarten and kicking Beihai Nursing Home.Suddenly he heard the sound of horse hanging bells coming from far and near, and the ringing sound kept ringing, so he stopped fighting and raised his eyes to look in the direction of the sound.

It didn't matter what he looked at, Lin Feng suddenly felt cold sweat running down his back, and bursts of dizziness went straight to the top door, Haoxuan couldn't stand stably and fell to the ground.

Chapter 006 Reinforcement Relief

What did Lin Feng see?

How could it scare him like this?

Is it because the black face will look too ugly?

But it turns out that this black face will be fine if you look at it from a distance, but when you look closer, you are so ugly, my dear mother.

I saw this black-faced general with protruding ears, splayed eyebrows, upturned nostrils, rotten corners of his mouth, big buck teeth, pimples all over his face, curly beard, thick neck that was too thick to be seen, and a dark chest showing a Palm-width guard hair.

Naturally, no matter how ugly the black-faced general's appearance was, it wouldn't scare Lin Feng. The real reason for Lin Feng's loss of composure was that Lin Feng suddenly realized that the scene in front of him was extremely familiar, as if he had experienced everything in front of him somewhere.

It wasn't until Heimian rushed to only a dozen steps away from Lin Feng, Heimian raised the door knife in his hand high, and was about to strike down with the sound of the wind, that Lin Feng finally remembered why he I am so familiar with everything in front of me.

Oh my God, isn't this exactly the mission scene he dreamed about playing games last night?

The same small hill, the same caravan guards of 50 people, the same siege of [-] bandit soldiers, the same stupid Lin Feng rushing into the enemy line, the same Lin Feng attracted more caravan guards than the attacking caravan guards Many Yellow Turban soldiers attacked.

However, the severe situation in front of him did not allow Lin Feng to think about it any longer, because the black-faced general's big knife had already slashed head-on, and Lin Feng had to roll around as a lazy donkey in extreme embarrassment to escape the catastrophe.

Standing up from the ground, Lin Feng looked at the laughing black-faced general on the horse, spat viciously, and swooped forward, fisted with his right hand, smashing the head of the black-faced general's horse.

The black-faced general shouted, "Good time!"

Flipping the big knife in his hand, relying on the horse's height and the length of the knife, the tip of the knife pierced Lin Feng's face.

Lin Feng dodged the attack with a short body, came to the side of Heimianjiang's horse, reached out to grab Heimianjiang's ankle, and was about to pull him off the horse.

Hei Mian clamped the horse between his legs, the horse rushed forward and dodged Lin Feng, and cut back with the back of the sword, preventing Lin Feng from continuing to pursue.

The horses circled, and the two fought in one place.

Lin Feng's body was nimble, and the black-faced general was skilled in equestrianism. In a short time, he had a good match with his opponent. After four or five rounds, no one could do anything to win the opponent.

In the spare time of the battle, Lin Feng peeked up the hill. The Yellow Turban Army had already paid the price of twelve or thirteen lives, rushed up the hill under the rain of arrows, and started a hand-to-hand fight with the caravan guards.

Although the caravan guards temporarily gained the upper hand due to their well-equipped equipment, as the Yellow Turban soldiers rushed up the hill in a steady stream, some of the caravan guards began to be injured, and the situation became more and more dangerous.

Lin Feng felt that the scene in front of him was more and more similar to the game mission he dreamed of last night. As long as he continued to entangle with the black-faced general for a few more rounds, the caravan guards would be besieged by soldiers. The casualties of the team guards immediately increased, and the scene would get out of hand when the time came.

Lin Feng has experienced this kind of situation dozens of times in the game, and he is very familiar with it.

There is only one way to help the caravan restore its decline, or to keep the caravan and wipe out the bandits according to the mission requirements in the game, or Lin Feng only knows one way, and this way is to restart the game dozens of times. I just figured it out.

The most tangled thing for Lin Feng is whether he should play it again in reality according to the process he played in his dream.

How many people take everything in their dreams seriously!

Lin Feng finally made up his mind, regardless of the relationship between the progress of the game in his dream and reality.

It doesn't matter, there is nothing wrong with rescuing the caravan on the hill first, and Lin Feng has already fallen into the siege of bandit soldiers at this time, if he does not cooperate with the caravan, Lin Feng will encounter many difficulties if he wants to escape. less difficult.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng turned around and broke away from the battle with the black-faced general, pushed away two bandit soldiers who were about to stop him, and ran up the hill with his legs open.

The black-faced general really didn't expect that Lin Fengfeng, who was originally evenly matched with him, would stop suddenly. He didn't react for a while, but Lin Feng ran tens of meters away in the blink of an eye. Looking at Lin Feng's swift figure, the black-faced general couldn't help roaring, The horse chased after him.

Lin Feng knocked down more than a dozen bandit soldiers in a row, and when he heard the sound of luan bells approaching rapidly behind him, he felt dizzy for a while.

The black-faced general's strength is limited, and it is impossible to pose any threat to Lin Feng. However, with the black-faced general's entanglement, Lin Feng should not think about rushing to the top of the hill in a short time.

Time is limited, Lin Feng needs to get rid of the black-faced general as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng leaned over to pick up a hatchet dropped by an unknown bandit soldier in front of him, took a long breath, turned around and jumped up suddenly, and swung the hatchet towards the black-faced general who had rushed forward.

Lin Feng hadn't learned any saber skills before, this time he slashed out, his body was full of flaws, but relying on his strength to sink, the speed of the blade was extremely fast, so fast that the black face would have no time to attack Lin Feng's flaws, so he could only exhale and make a sound, Lift the knife to the rack.

wow!

With a loud bang, Hei Mian let go of the closed door knife in his hand and flew out, his hands were shaken so blood was dripping down his wrists.

Hei Mian was so frightened that he turned his horse's head around and ran away without saying a word. He could never have imagined that the little doll in a strange costume in front of him borrowed this strange power from where it was absolutely invincible The genus of monsters.

Lin Feng defeated the black-faced general with a single blow, and threw away the broken hatchet in his hand. With a smile on his face, he strode forward to pick up the black-faced general's broadsword, turned around and continued to rush up the hill.

The bandits saw that their leader was not the young general's all-in-one enemy, and no one dared to stand in front of Lin Feng any more, allowing the black-faced general to shout loudly in the distance, but they just surrounded Lin Feng and made noises.

Under the dumbfounded gazes of the caravan guards, Lin Feng seemed to be possessed by Zhao Zilong on the slope of Changban, breaking away from the tide-like bandits and killing them on the hill.

"Bah!"

As he rushed up the hill, Lin Feng didn't even catch his breath. The big knife in his hand was used as a stick, and he swung it round to hang the wind.

The guards of the caravan watched helplessly as Lin Feng displayed his supernatural power, capturing the murderous aura around him, and no one dared to speak to him for a moment.

The young man in the caravan left the guards around him and walked out, clasping his fists to salute Lin Feng: "Zhongshan Zhen Yanduo thanked Engong for his help, dare to ask Engong's name, after today's affairs, my Zhen family will definitely thank you!"