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

Shen Qingqiu was wearing a gray cloth servant's uniform that was obviously half too short, and his two ankles, which were frozen purple, were exposed.

She stepped into Lu Jing's footprints, her steps uneven, some deep, some shallow.

She felt she must be going crazy.

Instead of living a life of hunger in the soldiers' camp, where at least they could survive an extra half night, they insisted on following this lunatic to storm the Northern Xuan Army's supply depot.

Ahead, in the wind and snow, the outline of the quartermaster's gate resembled a giant beast crouching in the darkness.

The outer perimeter was made of three interlocking chevaux-de-frise made of elm wood as thick as an adult's thigh, with iron caltrops hanging from the wooden spikes to trip the horses.

Two wooden arrow towers, each three zhang tall, stood on either side of the gate, with archers moving back and forth on them.

At the main entrance, four braziers were burning brightly.

Two squads of heavily armored infantry stood on either side, clad in black iron lamellar armor.

With this kind of setup, even if a mouse ran in, they'd probably use a spear to pick it off so they could see if it was male or female.

Lu Jing walked ahead, fiddling with a broken wine gourd in one hand, his steps unsteady, humming an unknown tune.

Shen Qingqiu took two quick steps and grabbed Lu Jing's sleeve.

"Have you gone crazy enough?"

She lowered her voice: "Those are heavily armored infantry! Without a commander's order, they'll shoot you to death within ten paces! We don't even have a leave slip; going there is just suicide!"

Lu Jing stopped and turned around, the smell of alcohol hitting him.

"Scared?"

He hung the gourd of wine on his belt and patted the black leather suit he was wearing.

"Do you know what this uniform represents in the border troops?"

Shen Qingqiu shook his head.

"That means I'm now a dog doing dirty work for the higher-ups."

Lu Jing grinned, revealing a row of gleaming white teeth.

"If you're going to be a dog, you have to be prepared to be one. If you walk timidly, people will immediately recognize you as a thief. But if you hold your head high and look down at people with your chin down, and anyone who dares to ask for your pass, you slap them across the face. People will then think you're an imperial envoy sent from above."

Shen Qingqiu felt that this theory was like dancing on the Book of Life and Death of the King of Hell.

"What if they don't buy into that?"

"Not eating?"

Lu Jing touched the flat iron piece he had taken from the broken arrow at his waist.

"If they don't eat, I'll cut two holes in their necks, and then we'll go to the underworld together. But don't worry, I'll definitely go ahead of you on the way to the underworld and scout the way for you."

Shen Qingqiu bit her lower lip.

Now, retreating to the Eighth Battalion means starving to death, while moving forward means being hacked to death.

Either way, I'm going to die. If I follow this madman, maybe I can die a quicker death.

"When we get to the door, shut your mouth and lower your head. Be a proper mute servant."

Lu Jing stopped smiling, turned around, and strode towards the pile of barricades.

There are still twenty steps to the main gate.

The crossbowmen on the arrow tower had spotted them, and the arrowheads of their two heavy crossbows deflected in the wind and snow, locking onto Lu Jing's head.

"stop!"

A loud shout came from beside the brazier.

The guard captain was a bald man with a face full of scars, wearing an ordinary iron helmet and carrying a broad-bladed longsword. He strode out of the ranks.

"Military supply depot, no approaching at night! Who goes there!"

The two spears suddenly crossed from the left and right sides, their tips sparking in mid-air as they blocked Lu Jing's chest.

Shen Qingqiu's hands and feet were ice-cold, and she instinctively shrank behind Lu Jing.

She had already heard the sound of the crossbow being pulled on the arrow tower.

If Lu Jing's answer is even slightly wrong, they immediately turn into two hedgehogs.

Lu Jing quickened his pace, his chest slamming straight into the two crossed spears.

The guard captain's eyelids twitched, and he instinctively ordered his men to pull the gun tips back.

"What are you yelling about? Are you trying to summon a spirit?"

Lu Jing let out a loud burp.

He raised his hand, roughly pushed aside the spear blocking his way, and swaggered up to the guard captain.

Lu Jing could even see the frozen eye discharge in the corner of the guard captain's eye.

"Can't you see I'm made of wood? Everyone in the patrol and inspection department, open your eyes wider!"

The guard captain frowned.

This black uniform is indeed the standard attire for a patrol officer, and the brass buckle on the belt matches.

However, the border troops had strict rules. Not to mention the patrol inspectors, even if a commander came, he was not allowed to enter the warehouse in the middle of the night without a permit.

"You look very unfamiliar."

The guard captain placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, refusing to budge an inch.

"Since this is an order from the Patrol and Inspection Division, please show us a warrant from the Ministry of War or the General's Camp. Without a warrant, I cannot allow passage."

Lu Jing picked at his ear with his little finger.

"What did you say? The wind is too strong, I didn't hear you. Speak louder?"

The guard captain's face darkened.

"Please show me your warrant!"

"Snapped!"

Without any warning.

Extremely crisp.

Lu Jing swung his right arm and delivered a powerful backhand slap to the guard captain's face.

He used all his strength in that move, even employing the hip and waist power techniques used by special forces in close combat.

The guard captain's helmet was knocked askew to one side.

His massive body staggered back two steps, half of his face swelling up like a steamed bun.

The dozens of heavily armored infantrymen on both sides were dumbfounded.

Shen Qingqiu, hiding behind Lu Jing, had black eyes.

Hit the security guard?

In front of the heavily guarded quartermaster's gate, would you directly attack the guard captain?

Is this person trying to kill themselves even faster?

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Dozens of long swords were drawn simultaneously, their blinding flashes creating a continuous barrage.

The heavy crossbows on the arrow tower were drawn to their full draw.

With just a word from the guard captain, Lu Jing would be chopped into mincemeat.

The guard captain covered his swollen cheek, his eyes gleaming with a terrifying ferocity.

He drew a broadsword from his waist, the tip pointing directly at Lu Jing's throat.

"You're asking for it!"

Lu Jing took a step forward, his chest facing the blade, and only stopped when the blade sliced ​​through the fabric of his patrol uniform.

"You're blind as a bat!"

Lu Jing pointed at the guard captain's nose, spitting wildly.

"Gu's advisor sent me here to check the accounts overnight. You dare ask for a warrant? If you delay military operations, will your entire family be executed?!"

These words struck the guard captain like a heavy hammer blow to the head.

Gu's advisors.

Gu Changfeng.

Throughout the entire Northern Xuan Army, the commander-in-chief did not handle any affairs.

The one who truly issued orders and held the power of life and death was this advisor, Gu.

The guard captain hesitated, "Mr...Mr. Gu?"

"nonsense!"

Lu Jing sneered, his face full of arrogance and domineering, perfectly embodying the role of a sycophant who bullies others by relying on his power.

"The soldiers of the Eighth Battalion have run out of food and are planning a disturbance in the camp tonight! Mr. Gu suspects that someone in the quartermaster department is colluding with outsiders to resell stored grain and deliberately withholding rations from the Eighth Battalion to create unrest!"

He pushed away the long sword that was pointed at his chest.

"I'm here on orders to conduct a raid! You want a warrant? Sure!"

Lu Jing turned around, as if to walk back.

"I'm going back to the main tent right now and telling Mr. Gu that the quartermaster's guard is refusing to let us in. If the Eighth Battalion really mutinies tomorrow morning, I'll see if your bald head is enough for Mr. Gu to chop off and use as a sacrifice to the flag!"

Cold sweat broke out on the guard captain's forehead.

He certainly knew about the Eighth Battalion running out of food.

That order was just issued from the main command camp this afternoon, and it had already spread throughout the quartermaster department. The quartermasters were even secretly laughing at the bastards of the Eighth Battalion, saying they wouldn't live to see tomorrow.

The inspector in front of them not only accurately stated Gu Changfeng's name, but also explained clearly the matter of the Eighth Battalion running out of food.

The worst part is that he's too arrogant.

They're completely unreasonable.

The guard chief's eye twitched twice.

If he were to obstruct the road and cause the higher-ups to fail to uncover corruption, he would be saddled with the blame, losing not only his official position but also his head.

"Sir...Sir, please calm down!"

The guard captain quickly sheathed his sword, his fierce expression instantly transforming into a fawning smile.

But with that half of his face swollen up so much, it looked utterly ridiculous.

"It was merely my duty, a routine matter. I had no idea you were sent by Mr. Gu. I apologize for any offense I may have caused!"

Lu Jing stopped, turned around, and looked down at him.

"Routine procedure? Can routine procedures really delay Mr. Gu's duties?"

"No, no!"

The guard captain bowed repeatedly, saying, "Please come in, sir! Please come in quickly!"

He turned and roared at the infantrymen on either side, "Are you all blind? Put your swords away! Make way for the lord!"

The soldiers sheathed their swords and quickly made way for them.

Lu Jing snorted coldly, straightened his clothes, and stepped inside.

He took three steps, then suddenly stopped and turned back as if he had just remembered something.

"Does the master have any further instructions?"

Lu Jing's tone was three parts drunk and seven parts threatening: "Mr. Gu is in a bad mood tonight. You'd better keep a close watch on the door until I come out. No one is allowed to come in or out."

After saying that, he patted the guard captain on the shoulder.

The guard captain smacked his lips.

The words "Mr. Gu has a bad temper" made the guard captain abandon his idea of ​​sending someone to the general's camp to verify.

If he really is one of Mr. Gu's people, his question will not only ruin things but also imply that "I suspect Mr. Gu's people."

In officialdom, being associated with the word "suspicion" is like burying yourself in a pit.

He waved to the infantrymen beside him: "Guard the gate tightly, no one is allowed to enter."

Just as Shen Qingqiu lowered his head, preparing to sneak in with Lu Jing.

The guard captain's gaze suddenly fell on her.

"etc."