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

They had all experienced the chaos of last night's battle and knew all too well how crazy those soldiers could be when they were driven to the brink.

They were a bunch of beasts who would beat their comrades to a pulp over half a moldy bun.

Ji Ruxue's chest heaved violently.

She discovered that her pride in her political acumen and royal dignity were shattered in the face of this man's brutal survival logic.

"What exactly do you want?" She finally lowered her voice, her tone carrying a hint of compromise that even she herself didn't realize.

Lu Jing put away his military dagger and casually tucked it back into his waistband.

"It's simple. Cooperation."

Take a step back and create some distance.

"You provide these four men to be my free henchmen. I'll provide my brains and territory to ensure your survival in this soldiers' camp. Once I find out who's behind this, I'll sell you off for a good price."

"You're dreaming!"

The words "package and sell for a good price" completely enraged Ji Ruxue.

The dignified Princess, this scoundrel actually treats her like merchandise!

"Move him! Take him down! Dead or alive!"

If neither persuasion nor coercion works, then force is the only option.

Once she subdued him, she was convinced she could gain control of the entire soldiers' battalion.

Upon hearing the order, the four Silver Wolf Guards acted without further hesitation.

The head guard brandished his longsword, aiming straight for Lu Jing's throat.

The other three surrounded Lu Jing from three directions, their blades aimed directly at his lower body and ribs.

Just as four swords were about to strike him...

Suddenly, a series of extremely noisy footsteps came from outside the tent.

Every day at dawn, several hundred soldiers of the Eighth Battalion were driven by the supervisory team to the drill ground to assemble and receive a bowl of cornmeal porridge mixed with sand.

That's the sound.

Curses, coughs, and the scraping of shackles on the ground mingled together, creating a chaotic cacophony as it passed outside the tent.

Lu Jing's ears twitched.

The time is just right.

Just a second before the captain's sword tip pierced his skin...

Lu Jing suddenly did something that made everyone present feel like they had lost their brainstem.

He grabbed the collar of his already tattered prison uniform with both hands.

Tear it apart forcefully!

"Sizzle!"

The coarse cloth clothes, already riddled with holes, were torn in two, revealing a strong chest and a waist wrapped in blood-soaked bandages.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Jingyang raised his head.

He opened his throat and, with all his might, let out a howl that was extremely shrill, ten times more miserable than the slaughter of a pig.

"Help!"

"They're forcibly abducting men!"

"The princess has gone mad! She's going to kill people to silence them!"

Howling, he fell straight down toward the dilapidated gate of the camp.

"Bang!"

He landed hard in the mud outside the tent, rolling around on the ground in pain.

Half of his body was exposed, and the blood-soaked bandages on his body were undone, making him look extremely gruesome.

in the tent.

Ji Ruxue's mind went blank with a "buzz".

The head guard, sword in hand, froze on the spot, the tip of the sword still hovering in the air, his face contorted as if he had swallowed a toad whole.

Outside the tent.

The hundreds of soldiers who were queuing to receive porridge stopped in their tracks in shock by the earth-shattering scream.

Hundreds of eyes were simultaneously fixed on the open, tattered tent.

His gaze passed over Lu Jing, who lay half-naked in the mud, covered in blood...

Inside the tent stood a woman in a bright red dress, her clothes disheveled and her face flushed.

There were also four burly men, brandishing swords and looking menacing, as if they had just committed violence.

The air in the entire soldiers' camp fell eerily quiet at that moment.

Any man with a penis could instantly conjure up a 100,000-word novel about forced abduction and plunder in this scene.

Ji Ruxue's bright red palace dress heaved violently at the neckline, her hands clasped in front of her.

He lived for twenty-two years.

The highest level of education from the Great Yan royal family taught her how to check and balance powerful ministers, how to manage subordinates, and how to send political enemies to the guillotine in a subtle and discreet manner.

But none of the imperial tutors had ever taught her.

What methods should be used to deal with a thug who is rolling around in the mud and making a scene?

No one had ever taught her how much anger could burn through a person's reason when they were humiliated to the extreme.

She knew perfectly well that she shouldn't confront them head-on at this moment.

They knew perfectly well that the soldiers of the Eighth Battalion had just crawled out of a pile of corpses the night before, and were at their most frantic, hungry, and easily ignited.

But the images of being held hostage by Lu Jing last night, being used as a human shield, and being threatened with a whisper in her ear kept replaying in her mind.

The blood in the guard captain's brain rushed to his head with a "boom".

"You troublemaker!"

He roared, twirled his longsword, and raised his leg to rush out of the tent to cut off Lu Jing's tongue.

"Don't you dare move!"

Lu Jing lay in the mud and water, clutching his bloodied waist with both hands, screaming even more horribly than before.

"Brothers, come and see! A big shot from the capital is forcibly seizing the military rations of the soldiers guarding the border!"

He howled as he grabbed the blood and mud from the ground and smeared it on his face, tearing the already bleeding bandages into a mess.

"I just chopped off over a dozen heads in the barbarian camp last night, risking my life to bring honor to our Eighth Battalion! They didn't even spare a sergeant like me who just earned merit!"

"They're not only going to steal my money earned from risking my life, they're also going to cut out my tongue to silence me!"

The hundreds of soldiers, who were initially just watching the spectacle with their broken bowls in hand, all changed their expressions when they heard the words "military rations" and "money for risking their lives."

In this godforsaken place, life is worthless.

But money and food are life itself.

Several veterans who had fought alongside Lu Jing in the chaos of battle the previous night and witnessed him take on a single-handed fight against a Northern Barbarian centurion were the first to put down their broken bowls.

"Stealing our military rations?"

An old soldier who was blind in one eye casually pulled out a chipped machete from his waist.

Hunger and exhaustion, coupled with the lingering warmth of last night's slaughter, gave these soldiers, who were already desperate criminals, a dangerous green glint in their eyes.

The crowd began to stir.

"Why should I?!"

"It's one thing for the higher-ups to embezzle our military pay, but they're even trying to steal the money Sergeant Lu earned from risking his life?"

"Those bastards are wearing such thick leather armor, they must be covered in oil!"

Several hundred people, like a flock of vultures that have smelled blood, carrying broken bowls and broken knives, slowly and step by step surrounded the tent.

The head guard had just stepped out of the tent when he abruptly stopped.

He was a master swordsman, capable of killing ten soldiers out of ten in a one-on-one fight.

But now there are several hundred.

Hundreds of starving, stinking, and murderous dogs that had just crawled out of a pile of corpses.

Once these people pounce on them, even if the four of them had three heads and six arms, they would be torn to pieces alive, leaving not even a bone fragment.

"Your Highness..."

The head guard swallowed hard, and the tip of his longsword unconsciously dipped slightly.

Ji Ruxue stood in the shadow of the tent.

A fine shiver crept up my spine.

She forced down her surging anger and took a step forward.

"You must not listen to this scoundrel's nonsense."

His voice was cold and imposing, carrying the habitual air of authority of a superior.

"I am..."

"You head my foot!"

Lu Jing sprang up from the muddy water, interrupting her spellcasting animation.

He pointed at Ji Ruxue, spitting everywhere.

"Listen to this, brothers! This woman's still putting on airs! Wearing a red dress, she thinks she can impersonate royalty? Does she think the brothers of the Eighth Battalion are all unsophisticated?"

"Last night, Commander Zhao came to check the wards, and she was so scared she didn't dare utter a sound! This morning, she came with four thugs to steal my military rations!"

Lu Jing slammed his hands on his thighs, splashing mud everywhere.

"Brothers, if they dare to rob me today, they'll dare to steal that half-eaten moldy black bread from your pockets tomorrow!"

These few words brought the class conflict to its peak.

The soldiers' breathing became heavy, and the circle they formed shrank by another three feet.

The veterans in the front row had already pointed their blades at the four Silver Wolf Guards.

In a corner of the tent, Shen Qingqiu held the rusty dagger, remaining silent.

Her gaze lingered on the waist of one of the silver wolf guards.

The man was fully covered by armor, but half of a short scabbard was visible at his waist. At the end of the scabbard was a crescent-shaped hidden clasp with three fine silver lines as thin as spider silk.

Shen Qingqiu's pupils contracted.

She had seen this pattern in her father's study.

The standard concealed weapons of Lanyue Pavilion.