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

The soldiers were forced back by the gleaming swords and spears, but the deep-seated resentment and madness spread rapidly among the crowd like a plague.

Lu Jing leaned against the door frame, listening to the announcement read by the team leader, and clicked his tongue.

"Gu Changfeng is such a waste of his talent not to be involved in pyramid schemes."

The claim that the northern barbarians were harassing the supply lines is utter nonsense.

This is Gu Changfeng's open scheme.

They were not allowed to leave the camp, and the Eighth Battalion was left to fend for themselves for their own food rations.

This order itself is a trap; it's meant to kill you.

Zhao He had been humiliated by his soldiers last night and was also accused of treason. He slunk back to the main camp.

Zhao He dared not kill him openly, so he conspired with Gu Changfeng to make this vicious move.

Cut off food supplies directly.

Turn the Eighth Battalion into a closed, poisonous confinement.

Starving to death is a small matter; mutiny is a big matter.

As long as the soldiers of the Eighth Battalion become so hungry that they rush out of the camp to seize food, Gu Changfeng will have an absolutely legitimate reason to mobilize heavy troops to completely wipe out the Eighth Battalion.

In that case, there will be no way to prove it when the dead are dead.

All the embezzlement of military funds and the attack on the princess can be attributed to "military rebellion," and the matter can be settled cleanly.

"A clever plan."

Lu Jing's thumb brushed against the guard of the steel saber.

"Too bad, you underestimated that I'm a lunatic."

Just then, a gust of wind blew in from the rear of the camp.

The wind carried an exceptionally rich aroma of stewed mutton, mixed with the spiciness of strong liquor.

That's the direction of Zhao He's central command tent.

The entire Eighth Battalion was cut off from food. Zhao He, as a centurion, not only did not come out to comfort the soldiers, but instead hid under the heavy protection of several hundred personal guards in the rear camp, eating meat and drinking wine in large bowls.

The aroma of meat became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Hundreds of eyes on the drill ground were fixed on the direction of the rear camp, their eyes glowing with a terrifying green light.

Suddenly someone shouted.

"That old dog Zhao He is eating meat!"

"He embezzled our hard-earned money, and now he wants to starve us to death!"

"Since we're going to die anyway, we might as well go raid the rear camp!"

The emotions in the crowd were instantly ignited, like a spark falling into a powder keg.

Many people, however, turned their attention to Lu Jing's dilapidated tent.

The rear camp was guarded by several hundred fully armed personal guards; charging in head-on would be suicide.

But there were only four people at Lu Jing's place.

And everyone knows that three days ago, Lu Jing extorted twenty catties of fine grain from a nobleman in the capital.

"Section Chief Lu."

The blind old soldier picked up the machete from the ground and walked step by step toward the camp.

Behind him followed dozens of soldiers who were so hungry they looked like skin and bones.

"You have grain in your box."

The veteran's voice was hoarse.

"Let's share it. The brothers are starving; you can't protect them all by yourself."

The skinny monkey stammered, "Brother Lu... we're doomed, they're going to rip off the big shots."

No sooner had he spoken than he suddenly mustered the courage to grab the doorframe and shout out.

"Don't forget, the day before yesterday when those northern barbarians stormed our camp, it was who dragged you out of a pile of corpses!"

After shouting that, Skinny Monkey was stunned, and his legs trembled even more violently.

The approaching crowd outside slowed down.

Lu Jing looked at the approaching crowd, his expression unchanged.

He switched the steel saber to his right hand and strode out of the tent.

The military boots made a dull sound as they stepped into the mud.

"Stop." The voice was flat.

The blind veteran instinctively stopped in his tracks.

Three days ago, the image of this man single-handedly taking on a northern barbarian centurion and carrying the princess as he charged in and out of the enemy ranks seven times was still etched in their minds.

Lu Jing walked straight to the wooden post with the notice sign attached.

His hand jerked violently. The steel saber flashed with a cold, streak of light.

The wooden notice board, along with half of the elm pillar, was cleaved in two with a single stroke!

The wooden blocks flew through the air and hit several soldiers in the face.

The entire room fell silent.

Hundreds of eyes were fixed on Lu Jing.

Lu Jing turned around and jumped directly onto the platform of the broken wooden stake.

Looking at this group of starving beasts.

"Don't you fucking stare at me like that, like you're looking at roast chicken!"

Lu Jing's roar echoed across the training ground.

"I have grain! A whole twenty catties of finely roasted wheat, locked right by my bedside!"

He pointed with his finger at the soldiers in the front row who were swallowing hard.

"But I risked my life for that!"

"If you pounce on me now, you can chop me to pieces. But twenty catties of grain won't even be enough for six hundred mouths!"

"What happens after you finish eating?"

"Continue gnawing on wood tomorrow? Continue staring at corpses the day after?"

The soldiers were stunned.

Hunger had clouded their judgment, but Lu Jing's words were like a bucket of ice water poured over their heads.

Yes, twenty catties of grain can't save six hundred people.

Lu Jing planted his saber in the wooden stake at his feet, put his hands on his hips, and his eyes revealed a chilling madness.

"Gu Changfeng wants us to starve to death, while Zhao He hides in the back and eats mutton."

"If you think that stealing my meager rations and surviving for another half an hour is the greatest achievement in your life, then do it now."

He opened his arms wide, his chest completely exposed.

"Come on! Poke it here!"

The blind old soldier slowly lowered the machete in his hand.

Lu Jing smiled.

"Those who don't want to die a pathetic death, put away the junk in your hands."

He suddenly drew his saber, the tip pointing straight at the distant night sky.

"Didn't Gu Changfeng tell us to gather food locally?"

"This Yanmen Pass is teeming with fat, bloated rats! And overflowing with mountains of military supplies!"

"If you don't want to starve, come with me for a good meal tonight!"

His voice was like a giant hammer, striking the hearts of every soldier.

"If you can't have any, I, Lu Jing, will cut off 130 pounds of my own flesh and make soup for you!"

The soldiers on the drill ground began to heave violently from their emaciated chests.

The deathly despair was replaced by a strange, eerie hope, imbued with a strong sense of bloodlust.

Go and rob military supplies?

That is a heinous crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one's family.

But they were soldiers, and they were already starving to death.

Let's do this madman's job. Even if we die, it's better than starving to death!

"Count me in!"

The blind old soldier slammed his machete into the frozen ground beside him.

"I'll do it! I'll die a full-bodied bastard!"

"Yeah! Fuck them!"

"Eat meat with Corporal Lu!"

The deafening roar echoed across the Eighth Battalion's drill ground.

The sound reached the rear camp, startling even Zhao He, who was gnawing on a lamb leg, so much that his hand trembled and the bone fell to the ground.

Lu Jing stood on the high platform, looking down at the group of desperate men who were completely ignited by him.

He secretly made plans in his mind.

The soldiers' morale is high.

The first step was successful.

Inside the tent, Shen Qingqiu quietly watched the man on the high platform.

She grew up in a family of officials and had witnessed countless power struggles and schemes, but she had never seen such a manipulative approach.

Drive people to the brink of despair, then show them a way to survive that will inevitably lead to death.

She suddenly realized that Lu Jing was about to do something earth-shattering.

This is definitely not as simple as stealing two bags of grain.

Time passed little by little.

Night has fallen.

The soldiers of the Eighth Battalion waited quietly.

Lu Jing pressed them down against the darkest corners of the camp walls and divided them into three groups.

One group kept watch on the rear camp, another on the supervisory team, and a third huddled beside the mass grave waiting for a signal.

Anyone who dares to make a move beforehand will be the first to be cut down.

He himself had to open the door first.

The supply depot camp at Yanmen Pass was brightly lit by torches.

This place is the lifeline of the entire Northern Xuan Army, and it is heavily guarded.

The barricades were numerous, the arrow towers stood tall, and patrols of heavily armored soldiers moved back and forth.

It was in the shadows, two hundred steps from the main gate.

Lu Jing had somehow managed to pull a set of black civilian clothes belonging to a Northern Xuan Army patrol officer from a pile of corpses.

Although somewhat worn, the emblems are complete.

He had a heavy gourd of wine hanging from his waist, and he swayed as he walked.

This trick looks crude.

But Lu Jing was betting on the flaws of most petty officials in the world.

They are afraid of trouble, greedy for cheap deals, and most importantly, afraid of taking responsibility.

He let out a burp, reached up and pulled his helmet down further, covering most of his face.

then.

Leading Shen Qingqiu, they swaggered towards the main gate of the most heavily guarded quartermaster station.