Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1057 Encountering Bandits Again

This place is not too far from Fu'an Prefecture. Lin Feng was afraid that Tsuruta Gen would not give up and would chase him out of the city. If they met by the river, he would still be unable to resist the attack from this white-browed old man.

On the north bank of the river, the bushes and weeds are dense, and there are also many trees, making it difficult to spot anything from a distance.

The sky was already bright, and Lin Feng gathered some dry branches and started a fire.

Then use thicker wooden sticks to make a grill.

No matter where you go, good food is essential, and your health is your most valuable asset, so you must treat it well.

Lin Feng now understands his own strength. He almost fell into Tsuruta Gen's hands, which makes him cherish the good times he has now even more.

The large fish was cleaned and skewered on the grill, sizzling as it was licked by the flames.

Only then did Lin Feng find the time to close his eyes, sit cross-legged, and immerse himself in the meridians within his body to examine his condition.

His body and mind were connected to the broken sword. The broken sword absorbed Tsuruta Cho's vital energy, circulated and refined it within its space, and then passed through Lin Feng's internal meridians to restore his essence and spirit.

Repair damaged muscles, bones, and internal organs.

Based on this, the excess Qi and blood will further enhance Lin Feng's internal strength level.

Lin Feng felt that this broken sword technique was similar to the Star Absorbing Skill he knew, too bloody and demonic.

However, he had to admit that the magic of the broken sword was that it could rapidly elevate one's level, strengthen one's muscles and meridians, and allow one to comprehend the way of heaven and earth and increase one's enlightenment.

It has many benefits.

If one does not commit evil, there is no question of whether this practice is good or bad.

Like a sharp sword, it will naturally be used in different ways by different people. How do we judge whether this sword is good or bad?

Lin Feng didn't know how long he had been sitting when he smelled a burning odor and woke up with a start.

One side of the large fish on the fire was roasted black.

The wooden grill was almost on fire.

However, thanks to Lin Feng's efforts, the other side is still edible, and with such a large fish, half of it is not enough to finish.

Lin Feng had been hungry all night, and after half a day, his stomach was growling and he couldn't wait any longer.

Lin Feng had lost his dagger somewhere, so he could only tear the fish meat apart with his hands and stuff it into his mouth.

No sooner had he taken a bite than he heard the thunder of hooves in the distance, and a dozen or so warhorses galloped toward him.

The rider on horseback must have seen the smoke rising from Lin Feng's bonfire and galloped over from afar.

Lin Feng paid no attention to the warhorse riders, so he ignored them and ate the fish heartily.

A dozen or so warhorses circled around from all sides. The first to appear outside the bushes was a sturdy black horse. The rider was wearing soft armor and a bamboo hat. A bow hung on the saddle. He controlled the horse with one hand and carried a horse-slaying sword with the other.

A dozen paces from the campfire, he reined in his warhorse, his large eyes darting around under his bamboo hat as he sized Lin Feng up and down.

In just a moment, more than a dozen warhorses rushed out from the surrounding weeds and bushes. The riders were all burly men of varying heights, each carrying a weapon, their faces showing both ferocity and curiosity.

Judging from their equipment, Lin Feng deduced that they were likely a group of bandits or mountain bandits from the surrounding area.

In such a chaotic world, there are many such outlaws. Apart from the eight prefectures in Zhenxi that they control, many commoners in other regions who cannot make a living are forced to become outlaws.

These people were all riding horses and had decent weapons, indicating that they were a group of bandits with some ability, at least some skills and intelligence.

Lin Feng scanned the area with his senses and saw eleven riders in the distance. These bandits' horses were carrying many bags, indicating that they had likely robbed someone somewhere and were on their way back.

The leader was a tall man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a short beard; his whole body exuded power.

He spurred his horse closer to Lin Feng's campfire and carefully examined Lin Feng.

A short, stocky man standing next to the big man chuckled.

"Boss, this is a pirate. What's he doing here grilling fish?"

The tall man turned his head and shouted.

"Hey, Xu Qi, you know a few words of the pirate language, ask him."

Another person shouted, "Boss, since he's a lone pirate, just kill him. Why waste time arguing with him?"

Others chimed in, "The Taisho era and the pirates ruled by a river; if he dares to cross that line, he's sure to die."

A rider not far behind Lin Feng shouted loudly.

"Boss, let me cut off his head."

After saying that, he spurred his horse forward and brandished his saber.

Lin Feng listened to their words and confirmed their identities as members of a major sect. He decided not to kill them further.

Although hot blood was surging in my chest and abdomen, my heart was racing, and my brain was excited.

But Lin Feng forcefully suppressed his agitation and raised his hand to shout.

"Wait, my friends, I am Da Zong. I just stole a set of pirate clothes and fled from the city to this place."

The man behind him exclaimed in surprise and pulled hard on the reins, stopping the horse's charge.

"Good lad, you dare to rob pirates, you're a real man."

"Huh, I can't believe it. He looks so skinny and weak, yet he can snatch things from pirates?"

"Hey? This fish smells delicious! Boss, why don't we rest here for a while?"

The dozen or so men around immediately relaxed. Although they exuded an aura of iron-blooded power, they also displayed a lazy and listless demeanor, which perfectly matched the temperament of bandits and mountain thieves.

With the tall man's approval, a dozen men dismounted, tied their horses to their posts, and strode over to the campfire.

"Kid, your cooking is pretty good. Let me have a taste."

They weren't polite either; some used knives to cut off a piece of fish, while others tore it apart with their hands and stuffed it into their mouths, wincing from the heat, yet constantly shouting how delicious it was.

A large fish that originally weighed five or six pounds was half burnt by Lin Feng, leaving only the bones after three or five people reached in.

The man who arrived a step too late could only lick his lips and look around helplessly.

"Liu Erhu, go and get a few more fish from the river."

"Why don't you go?"

"Among the brothers, you are the best swimmer. It would be a waste for anyone else to go."

"Bring me another fish, and I'll let you have the first bite."

"Don't be stingy, we're all brothers."

They shouted and yelled in a chaotic manner, all sitting down on the ground, some even lying down on the weeds.

Lin Feng then pondered whether he should leave.

The location he chose was not far from the Yongding River, where he could see the entire river surface.

Based on Lin Feng's judgment, if Tsuruta Gen couldn't find him and his daughter, he would definitely send people to search for them and would also personally keep an eye on Ye Haishan and his apprentice.

We can't go looking for Ye Haishan now; we can only wait here for their boat. Although we don't know when it will arrive, it will definitely pass by here.

As Lin Feng was pondering this, he heard someone ask a question.

"Hey kid, what's your name? Where are you from?"

Turning his head, he found the tall man looking at him, chewing on a piece of fish.

"Mu Chuan is from Zhenxi Prefecture."

Someone in the bandit group nodded: "Yes, that's the Zhenxi accent, boss."

Why would you come all this way here?