Extreme Frontier Army: Starting from the bottom ranks, conquering the chaotic world

"Don't bite there, it hurts..."

At 3:45 PM, the Eighth Battalion of the Northern Xuan Army.

Lu Jing opened his eyes and looked down at the woman in his arms who was biting his shoulder.

Her face was covered in mud and ash, but it wasn't hard to tell that if she lived in later generations, she would definitely be a stunning beauty.

Her prison uniform was open, revealing a glimpse of her smooth, rounded shoulders, with a hint of fullness and curves, and her long, black hair was scattered in disarray.

My shoulder hurts, but my head hurts even more.

Memories of past and present lives are surging through my mind right now.

This woman's name is Shen Qingqiu. She was escorted to the soldiers' camp an hour ago. Like him, she was assigned there by the higher-ups based on the number of people.

The people in the camp called this kind of woman a "camp wife".

Her long, snow-white legs were resting on Lu Jing's knees, her hair was disheveled, and she was trembling all over.

The teeth were clenched so tightly that they almost bit through the flesh of Lu Jing's shoulder.

Lu Jing reached out his left hand, pinched Shen Qingqiu's chin, and gently applied pressure.

A sudden ache in her jaw caused Shen Qingqiu's mouth to open uncontrollably.

Lu Jing touched the teeth marks on his shoulder, feeling somewhat helpless.

"Big sister, you bit the wrong spot."

After all, if you're going to write the word "bite" separately, you should bite it... somewhere else.

Shen Qingqiu retreated to the corner of the straw mat, crossed her arms over her chest, and stared at Lu Jing warily.

"If you dare touch me again, I'll bite off my own tongue."

"Forget it, keep your tongue for me to do other things."

Shen Qingqiu stared at him coldly.

"Then why were you pressing down on and hugging the ground just now?"

Lu Jing choked for a moment, then turned his head to look at his still bleeding shoulder.

"Occupational disease".

Lu Jing bent down and pulled out a rusty iron dagger from under the pile of straw.

This was scrap material obtained from the blacksmith's camp, which he had ground into the front end with three blood grooves.

The triangular bayonet, the king of bloodletting among cold weapons.

After a long while, footsteps were heard outside the tent.

Lu Jing grinned crookedly. Here they come, these sons of bitches.

In his past life, he taught elite special forces soldiers how to kill with their bare hands in the rainforest. They could recognize this kind of footsteps more accurately than their own father's heartbeat.

"Old dog Wang, corporal, you embezzled half a coin of silver from last month, and today you want to take my head in exchange for war merits."

He tested the blade of the bayonet with his thumb, and rust stuck to his fingertip.

"The guy next to him is pockmarked, short, and he's left-handed when he holds a knife."

Shen Qingqiu only understood that someone was coming to kill him.

The sounds of conversation outside leaked in.

"Sergeant, that pretty boy looks sickly, might as well just kill him. I heard that the woman inside used to be the daughter of a wealthy family in the capital, delicate and beautiful, and Commander Zhao specifically asked for her. Hehehe, how about we intercept her first?"

"Stop talking nonsense and be clean. Cut off the head, report it as a missing person incident tomorrow, and the higher-ups won't be able to find out."

She knew the rules of the soldiers' camp: the strong prey on the weak. Tonight, she was destined to become the plaything of these thugs.

Shen Qingqiu closed her eyes in despair, tears streaming down her cheeks.

He picked up a sharp pebble and was about to stab himself in the neck.

Suddenly, the image of my father's cloudy and sorrowful eyes before his death flashed through my mind.

The blood splattered on the hem of her skirt when her mother hit the pillar.

There were also those people who stood on both sides of Zhuque Street watching the spectacle when the entire Shen family was escorted out of the capital.

She opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and bit her lower lip tightly. She couldn't just die like this, without knowing why.

Lu Jing stood up.

Shen Qingqiu then realized that the man who was called a pretty boy was not thin at all.

When he stood up, the lines of his shoulders and back were hidden under his tattered prison clothes, like a knife sheathed.

Lu Jing hid in the shadows on the side of the tent curtain, adjusting his breathing rhythm, his arm muscles bulging.

Hold the military knife in your right hand with a reverse grip, and place it against the outside of your right thigh.

The most standard close-quarters ambush stance in the special operations manual.

The Great Yan Dynasty was utterly rotten; the lower ranks of the border army were a giant meat grinder.

Speaking of morality leads to certain death.

Following the rules will only lead to a worse fate.

The tent flap was lifted, and Old Wang peeked inside.

Lu Jing gripped the rusty military dagger in his right hand, and with a whoosh, it pierced deep into his chin, spurting out blood.

Old Wang gripped the military dagger tightly, letting out a hoarse growl as he tried to pull it out.

Lu Jing grabbed the back of his neck and pressed down, forcefully silencing the low growl.

The bayonet was pulled out, and fresh blood gushed out from the blood groove, steaming hot.

Old Wang's body twitched twice, then he fell silent.

Ma Zi, standing behind Wang Laogou, was completely dumbfounded.

He only saw the corporal lift the curtain, then his body stiffened abruptly, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

"Corporal?" Pockmarked man subconsciously took a step forward.

He was greeted by a hand stained with blood.

Lu Jing grabbed Wang Laogou's corpse and pulled it outwards, sliding forward along the ground.

Ma Zi realized what was happening and started wildly slashing with his knife.

This strike was completely haphazard, yet incredibly fast.

The blade grazed Lu Jing's left arm, tearing open his prison clothes and leaving a stinging, bloody gash.

He turned his head to avoid the second stab, twirled the military knife in his hand, and then, holding it firmly, plunged it into the collateral ligament of Ma Zi's right knee.

With a ruptured ligament, Ma Zi lost his balance and screamed as he collapsed to his knees.

Lu Jing stood up, stepped on the pockmarked man's left hand holding the knife, and crushed it with his foot.

The sound of finger bones shattering rang out, and the sword fell to the ground in the snow.

"Why are you here in the middle of the night offering warmth instead of sleeping?"

Lu Jing squatted down and patted the blood-stained military dagger on the pockmarked man's face.

Ma Zi was in so much pain that snot and tears streamed down his face, and a foul odor emanated from his crotch.

"Master Lu! Ancestor Lu! Spare me! It was all that old dog Wang who forced me to come! I didn't want to come!"

Lu Jing sighed and reached out to pull off Ma Zi's cotton-padded coat.

"Your cotton-padded coat is nice, quite thick. You just said you were going to kill me and play with the woman inside?"

"No! Absolutely not! Master Lu, you must have misheard!" The pockmarked man kowtowed desperately, his forehead hitting the frozen ground and drawing blood.

Lu Jing draped his cotton-padded coat over himself: "I'm a very reasonable person."

His tone was gentle, but he plunged the military dagger in his hand into the man's neck without hesitation.

It was pulled out, and fresh blood gushed out.

Ma Zi clutched his neck, convulsing desperately in the snow, making a hoarse, drafty sound.

Lu Jing had already bent down and started untying his shoelaces.

Ma Zi stared wide-eyed, seemingly not understanding why this person was still thinking about his shoes when he was almost dead.

"The prerequisite for reasoning is that you have to be willing to listen."

Ma Zi took off his shoes, put them on his own feet, and tried kicking them.

It's half a size too big, and it smells so bad it hurts my eyes.

But it's better than going barefoot.

Ma Zi struggled a few times, then finally stopped moving.

Lu Jing stood up, stretched his shoulders, and began skillfully searching the body.

Three coins of silver and half a coarse flour bun were found in Wang Laogou's pocket.

A rusty dagger and two leg wraps were found on Ma Zi's body.

He stuffed the loose silver into his boot and shoved the steamed bun directly into his mouth.

It was cold and hard, and it hurt my teeth, but it could replenish my energy.

In this chaotic soldier's camp, to survive, one must be more insane and ruthless than anyone else.

He dragged Wang Laogou's corpse and threw it into the tent.

Shen Qingqiu huddled in the corner, looking at Lu Jing's blood-covered face and the corpse on the ground with its eyes wide open in death. Her stomach churned, and she lay on the ground, dry heaving.

She originally thought this man was a weak scholar, cannon fodder sent to die.

Who knew that when it came to killing, they were even more efficient than the most ruthless bandits?

"Are you done throwing up? Come over and give me a hand when you're done." Lu Jing kicked Wang Laogou's corpse.

Shen Qingqiu raised her head tremblingly, her lips pale.

"You...you killed the corporal...the higher-ups will tear you to pieces..."

According to the military law of the Great Yan Dynasty, those who rebel or cause turmoil shall be executed by slow slicing.

Lu Jing sneered, drew the sword from Wang Laogou's waist, and wiped the blood off the corpse's clothes.

"If he doesn't die, I will. What's the big deal about a corporal dying? I'll go to the higher-ups and ask for an official position."

Shen Qingqiu thought he had misheard.

After killing his superior, instead of fleeing for his life, he went to demand a promotion?

This person must be out of their mind!

"Madman...you're a madman..." Shen Qingqiu muttered to himself.

Lu Jing walked up to Shen Qingqiu, squatted down, and looked into those beautiful eyes filled with fear.

"In this godforsaken place, a normal person wouldn't survive more than three days. If you want to live, shut your mouth and be a proper mute."

After saying that, he pinched Shen Qingqiu's cheek, grabbed a handful of bloody mud from the ground, and smeared it on her face without any hesitation.

"This face is too eye-catching, get it dirty."

Shen Qingqiu coughed repeatedly as he choked on the muddy water, tears streaming down his dirty face, leaving two deep lines.

Lu Jing turned around and grabbed Wang Laogou's corpse by the ankle.

Shen Qingqiu's voice was hoarse: "How do you intend to demand an official position?"

Lu Jing turned around and glanced at her.

"The soldiers' battalion is short of men, and also short of scapegoats. Old dog Wang embezzled military pay and led men to rob wives in the camp at night. He deserved to die."

He grinned: "I cleaned up a bug for the centurion, so he should reward me with a bone."

Shen Qingqiu hid the dagger in his sleeve and wiped the muddy water from his mouth with his cuff.

"I didn't see how Old Dog Wang died."

Lu Jing raised an eyebrow. Hey, this woman isn't all brawn and no brains.

Shen Qingqiu raised his head, his face covered in blood and mud, but his eyes were clear.

"I only saw him lead his men into the tent, intending to kill you."

Lu Jing chuckled: "Not too stupid."

He dragged the still-bleeding corpse into the snowstorm.

Shen Qingqiu stumbled after him.

There was no way out; staying in the tent meant certain death tomorrow.

Following this madman, we might survive tonight.

As the wind and snow swept by, Lu Jing dragged the corpse toward the centurion's tent, leaving a long black line of blood on the snow.