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

The black bear's face darkened.

"Kid, don't think you can act all high and mighty in the Eighth Battalion just because you killed a northern barbarian last night. When I was killing people at Yanmen Pass, you were still wearing diapers!"

He took a step forward, the blade pointing diagonally at the ground.

"I've been starving for three days, I can practically eat a living person. Hurry up and get some meat, or I'll use you to appease my hunger first!"

Lu Jing sighed.

He turned around and glanced at the black bear's legs, which looked like they were floating from hunger.

"He's been starving for three days and can barely stand. What are you pretending to be, Zhao Zilong?"

He pulled out the steel saber stuck in the wooden stake next to him with a backhand motion, the blade gleaming in the snow with a cold arc.

"Last night I ate a whole pancake and slept for four hours. This knife in my hand was forcibly taken from the centurion of the Northern Barbarians."

Lu Jing looked at the black bear, his mouth twitching open to reveal his gleaming white teeth.

"What are you going to use to take it from me?"

Hearing this from afar, Shen Qingqiu curled her lip and said, "He hasn't even had any porridge, where would he get pancakes from?"

The black bear was enraged by these words, and also lost its last bit of reason due to the aroma of meat.

With a roar, he gripped the long sword tightly with both hands and slashed down at Lu Jing's shoulder without regard for anything else.

This strike was powerful and heavy, clearly a desperate attempt.

A gasp erupted from the surrounding death row inmates, and some were already preparing to rush forward and grab the meat in the chaos.

The blade tore through the cold wind and arrived in the blink of an eye.

A second before the long sword fell, he stomped forward with his left foot, his body sinking down, and he directly burrowed into the black bear's wide-open arms.

He raised his left elbow sharply upwards.

"Click!"

The elbow struck the black bear precisely on the chin.

The sound of the jawbone shattering was crisp and piercing.

Black Bear felt a buzzing in his head, and everything went black. His long knife went out of aim and grazed Lu Jing's back before slashing into the mud.

Before the black bear's massive body could fall backward, the hilt of the steel saber in Lu Jing's right hand had already been turned upside down.

It slammed heavily onto the black bear's chest, specifically the Tanzhong acupoint.

This time, they used the inch-force technique of special forces close combat.

The black bear couldn't catch his breath and flew backward like a tattered sack, crashing solidly into the bodies of several troublemakers behind him, crushing a group of them.

The entire room fell silent.

Lu Jing stepped forward and stomped on the black bear's chest.

Blood and foam were spitting from the black bear's mouth, its chin was tilted to one side, and it couldn't even let out a scream; it could only let air leak out of its throat.

Lu Jing glanced down at him.

It's alright, he's not dead.

After all, strong men are a scarce resource these days, and if you actually slaughter them and throw them into a pot, they might not even taste right.

He slammed the steel saber into the wooden chopping board next to him, the blade sinking three inches into the wood, the end making a buzzing sound.

Lu Jing raised his head and looked at the thousands of faces on the training ground, faces contorted with hunger.

"queue!"

The roar exploded in the wind, making the ears of those in the front row ring.

"Anyone who dares to steal it, I'll chop them up and throw them in as part of the meal!"

He reached out and pulled the saber from the cutting board, pointing the tip at the convulsing black bear on the ground.

"From today onwards, the rules of the Eighth Battalion are my rules. I, Lu Jing, said everyone would have meat to eat today, and I will never go back on my word! But anyone who tries to ruin this, I'll make sure there's not even a bone left!"

The exceptionally strong force, coupled with ruthless brutality, suppressed the instincts of thousands of thugs driven by hunger.

Those troublemakers who had been following the black bear in causing trouble were so frightened that they scrambled backward, not even bothering to look after the black bear.

Skinny Monkey climbed out of the mud, gasping for breath, and called over two new recruits to drag the black bear to the base of the wall and throw it there.

The black bear hadn't fainted; it had one eye half-open, staring at Lu Jing with resentment. But it couldn't even close its teeth, and could only let air leak from its throat.

In the crowd, the blind old soldier, clutching a chipped wooden bowl, stared at Lu Jing.

a long time.

The veteran silently walked to the front of the first large pot and became the first in line.

With a leader in charge, the riotous emotions that were on the verge of spiraling out of control finally found an outlet.

Under the absolute deterrence of violence and the lure of food, this group of death row inmates, who had been used as cannon fodder by the Great Yan Dynasty, miraculously restored order.

Dragging his trembling legs, he pushed and cursed, but dared not cross the invisible line drawn by Lu Jing again.

A long line of thousands of broken bowls and hungry ghosts stretched out crookedly on the muddy training ground.

In the distance, behind a dilapidated tent.

Shen Qingqiu leaned against the corner of the wall, her face deathly pale.

She knew exactly what was being cooked in those pots.

Last night, outside the quartermaster's dark room, the barrel of "specially supplied meat" pickled with the corpses of bandits was boiling in water.

Looking at the thousands of death row inmates lining up in the drill ground for a bite of "meat," my stomach churned violently once again.

He gagged a few times.

Shen Qingqiu raised her head and looked at the man in the center of the training ground who was holding a long-handled iron ladle and giving orders like a demon.

This person is terrifying.

He not only schemed against Gu Changfeng, but also against the lives of these thousands of people.

He used the most cruel methods to tie these death row inmates to his chariot.

But Shen Qingqiu knew the truth in her heart.

If it weren't for Lu Jing, this group of people would be starving by now.

After going crazy from hunger, they would rush to the camp gate.

Waiting for them outside the camp gate were arrows from the archers of the Third Battalion.

Lu Jing's actions were so disgusting they made people want to vomit.

But the path that Gu Changfeng left for the Eighth Battalion was even dirtier than this pot of meat.

On the other side...

Ji Ruxue stood in the shadows of the tent, coldly watching the scene unfold on the training ground.

The expensive bright red palace dress she was wearing was now tattered and worn, and her stomach was throbbing with hunger.

The strong aroma of meat wafted over, causing even her proud rationality to frantically waver.

She didn't know what was in the pot.

But her intuition told her that there was definitely something wrong with the meat in the pot.

How could Lu Jing, a mad dog who dared to burn even royal tokens, possibly be kind enough to cook meat for these rioters to appease the troops?

He must be plotting something bigger.

Ji Ruxue took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the hunger in her stomach, and fixed her gaze on Lu Jing's back.

She wanted to see just how much trouble this scoundrel who was treating her like merchandise and extorting her could cause.

In the center of the drill ground.

The fire burned brighter and brighter.

The icy snow water boiled completely, and the broth, infused with croton powder and black spices, churned violently in the iron pot.

Outside the camp walls, the three battalions of archers that Gu Changfeng had brought were still lying behind the battlements, coldly watching everything.

Everyone is waiting.

Wait until these death row inmates are full, or wait until they go insane.

Lu Jing stood in front of the large pot in the middle and stirred the contents of the pot twice with a long-handled iron ladle.

The broth was thick, and chunks of meat were faintly visible among the black spices.

The skinny monkey had already gotten up, holding a broken ceramic bowl in his hand, and stood at the front of the line.

The broth in the pot was bubbling with boiling foam.

Lu Jing shifted his gaze from the boiling soup to the soldiers in the front row carrying bowls.

The eyes of those people have now become wilder and hotter.

What does it resemble? A hungry ghost? Yes, a hungry ghost.

Lu Jing didn't say much, but simply tapped the bottom of the pot heavily with an iron spoon.

Clang.

All eyes turned to them.

Lu Jing swept his gaze over the hungry ghosts: "I don't care what you're thinking right now, just one sentence. After you finish this pot of meat, if anyone dares to back down or give me a run for my money in this wretched camp, don't blame me for turning on you."

After saying that, he lowered his head and started stirring the pot.

Skinny Monkey secretly wiped the corner of his eye with his sleeve, then took a deep sniff and held the broken bowl even higher.

Suddenly, a rapid gong sound came from outside the camp wall.

Immediately afterwards, someone outside the wall shouted at the top of their lungs.

"General Gu has given the order!"

"Lu Jing, a death row inmate of the Eighth Battalion, has been arrested for embezzling military supplies and spreading rumors. He is to be immediately bound and taken out of the camp!"

"Anyone who captures Lu Jing will be rewarded with ten bushels of grain and spared the death penalty!"