Tragic death and rebirth, married to the abstinent uncle and was spoiled crazy

The sky was already turning a bright red. Lin Tingwan, wearing a silver armor robe and a long sword at his waist, mounted his horse with the soldiers and went out of the city gate.

Lin Mingqian looked at their backs as they walked away, feeling very uncomfortable. He turned his eyes away, unable to bear to watch any longer.

He was stunned when he glanced at him from the corner of his eye. He frowned and walked forward to pull the man aside and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you go out of town with the young lady? Why are you here?"

The man lowered his head and said, "I was knocked unconscious just now. When I woke up, the young lady and the others were nowhere to be seen."

Lin Mingqian's heart skipped a beat. There were indeed ten people who left the city just now. So who was the person who mixed in with them just now?

!

"Don't let anyone know about this. If anyone asks, just say someone else did it for you."

"Yes, General—"

The mountains were quiet, with only the clatter of horseshoes echoing through the valley, and everyone's faces were filled with alertness.

Changfeng rode his horse closely behind Lin Tingwan, not daring to be careless.

Suddenly, a few barbarians appeared in front of them. They were tall and riding on horses, holding horse bows in their hands and pointing them at Lin Tingwan and his companions, as if they would take their lives at any time.

Lin Tingwan winked at Wang Jiang, who shouted, "We are soldiers stationed in Liangzhou! General Lin has something important to discuss with your army. Take us to see your general!"

Several barbarians looked at each other, and the leader said something to the person next to him. The man rode past several people on horseback and came back after a long time, "General, there is no ambush behind us."

"Hand over all the sharp weapons you have!"

Several people turned to look at Lin Tingwan, and only handed over their weapons after seeing her nod.

The barbarians quickly rode forward and surrounded the men.

"Follow."

Lin Tingwan and others cooperated very well throughout the process, riding their horses and following the leader.

The hillside ahead was filled with tents, so many that it was dizzying. Not far away there was a group of barbarians, ready to go. Seeing them coming, everyone's faces were filled with anger, and they all clenched their scimitars, as if they were ready to catch them all in one fell swoop.

Lin Tingwan and the others were not at all panicked. They dismounted calmly and followed the leading barbarian to the largest tent.

The barbarian turned around and said in a cold and arrogant tone, "You wait here for a moment." Then he turned and went in.

The two guards standing in front of the tent glared at the few people fiercely. Wang Jiang and others were not willing to be outdone and glared back fiercely.

The pockmarked guard was furious. He raised his scimitar and stood in front of Wang Jiang. "What are you, the despicable Yongjin people, doing here?"

Wang Jiang was stunned and pointed at himself, "Despicable? We Yongjin people are brave and knowledgeable. When have we ever been associated with despicable? You savages, stop talking nonsense."

The pockmarked face turned red and his neck became thick with anger. The Southern Barbarians live in the grassland, where there is a shortage of food and they are exposed to the wind and sun. The barbarians usually eat beef and mutton. They are tall and have no fixed residence. Over time, they got this title.

But to all barbarians, the term "savage" is an insult to them!

The barbarian raised his scimitar, and the blade light flashed continuously. Wang Jiang was naturally no match for him unarmed, so he had to jump and move to avoid being hit by the sharp scimitar.

Another barbarian laughed, "So this is all you Yongjin people are capable of."

At some point, a group of barbarian soldiers gathered here, and after hearing this, everyone started laughing.

Lin Tingwan's eyes flashed, and just as he was about to step forward, he was blocked by a man wearing a black mask. His deep eyes were filled with a cold and gloomy light.

The man's cold voice sounded, "I'll come--"

Wang Jiang was confused, and he retreated to Lin Tingwan's side and asked in a low voice, "Miss, who is this?"

Changfeng on the side secretly looked at the tall and straight man. He noticed him when he was leaving the city. This man was no less experienced than him. At first he just thought that he was sent by General Lin to protect Miss Lin. Now it seems that everyone is a stranger to him.

Lin Tingwan also felt unfamiliar when looking at this man. She had seen all the trusted generals around Lin Mingqian, but this man looked very unfamiliar to her. For a moment, her eyes were full of vigilance.

Seeing that this man was tall but not as strong as Wang Jiang, the pockmarked man couldn't help but snorted, "Can't you people from Yongjin afford to eat?"

"Hahahahaha..."

"Origel, let him see how powerful our Nanman warriors are!"

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

However, the man stood among the crowd like a green pine tree from beginning to end, unshakable.

Origele shouted and rushed forward. Every move with the scimitar in his hand was fatal, but he could not hit the man.

The man's movements were strange and without any pattern, as if his limbs had no bones, and he would punch him from time to time.

After a long time, Origel couldn't help but feel a little panicked. He felt the scimitar in his hand becoming heavier and heavier, and his movements slowed down a lot.

Finally, the man found his weakness, rushed forward, and kicked him on the arm with a swift kick. A wave of pain swept all over his body, and the scimitar fell to the ground.

The man picked up the machete, held it in his hand, and placed it across his neck.

Origele's face was gloomy, and he sighed dejectedly, "I lost."

The soldiers watching were horrified. Those who were able to guard the general's tent were all skilled warriors, but they still lost to the seemingly weak Yongjin people. Everyone couldn't help feeling frustrated.

The man nodded, threw the knife to Origele, turned around and returned to Lin Tingwan's side, but he was neither arrogant nor impatient, and was quiet.

Lin Tingwan narrowed his eyes. Although he was confused, he didn't show it on his face. He praised, "Well done."

The man's eyes flashed with amazement, and he bowed and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Miss."

At this moment, hearty laughter came from the tent. The man lifted the tent curtain. He was tall, with bronze skin, thick eyebrows, big eyes, a straight nose, and a circle of stubble on his chin.

When the Nanman soldiers saw the man, they immediately put their hands on their chests and bent down together, "General——"

"Excuse me, everyone. I just had some urgent military matters to deal with." He turned around and looked at the masked man with a half-smile, saying, "This soldier is quite skilled."

Lin Tingwan knew clearly in his heart that he had known for a long time that the two were competing outside, but they were just taking this opportunity to see the true strength of the Lin family army. He was really an old fox.

The man said calmly, "General, you are too kind. Everyone in my Lin family army has such skills. The guy just now was just not good at fighting with bare hands."

"I've heard that the Lin family army is brave and good at fighting. Seeing them today, I find it's true." After saying that, he turned to look at Lin Tingwan and pretended to be surprised, "Who is this?"

Lin Tingwan clasped her fists and said, "Lin Tingwan, the little girl of the Lin family, greets the general."