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

Zhao He's face darkened.

Last night, this kid humiliated me with a fake sign and accused me of being a traitor.

He must get his money back today, with interest.

The dead cannot speak as witnesses.

"Lu Jing, you incited a mob to riot and looted the military supply depot. According to the military law of the Great Yan Dynasty, you shall be executed by slow slicing!"

Zhao He's voice echoed across the empty training ground, carrying a frenzied ruthlessness.

In the crowd, the blind old soldier was grinding his back teeth to powder.

He was so thin he was just skin and bones, and his face was covered with frostbitten, cracked skin.

Last night, he personally dragged his bunkmate's body out of the room, and this morning he found the tattooed flesh in the bucket again.

"Commander Zhao!"

The blind old soldier took a step forward, his voice hoarse.

"You cut off our food supply, and even turned our brothers into special rations to feed us! We're all going to die anyway, why can't we find a way to survive!"

Zhao He raised his right hand, which was wearing a leather glove.

"Those who rebel against their superiors deserve to die."

He drew his sword, the tip pointing directly at Lu Jing's nose.

"Weren't you very talkative last night? Weren't you going to use a fake sign to punish me? Why are you so silent now?"

The three crossbowmen stepped forward, raised their crossbows, and aimed at the high platform.

Zhao He wanted to stand at Lu Jing's feet so that all the soldiers could see clearly.

See clearly how this corporal, whom they considered their only hope for survival, had his leg shot off and was dragged down like a dog.

He wanted to use the ugliest method to tear down Lu Jing's prestige.

"Shoot his legs off."

Zhao He grinned maliciously.

"I'll make him kneel before me and eat that bucket of special-supply rations, bite by bite!"

Lu Jing looked down at him.

The guards were crowded in the center of the drill ground, surrounded by soldiers.

The spearmen stood in front, and the crossbowmen, fearing they might accidentally injure their own men, were already at an awkward angle.

In an attempt to show off, Zhao He deliberately took a few more steps forward, moving out of the position that the shield could protect him from.

Three meters is enough.

"Commander Zhao".

Lu Jing suddenly spoke, his tone carrying a mocking tone that made one's teeth itch.

"That breastplate you're wearing was probably made by those corrupt officials in the Ministry of Works using scrap iron, wasn't it?"

Zhao He frowned.

He didn't understand what this kid was talking nonsense about even as he was about to die.

"put……"

The word "arrow" hadn't even been uttered yet.

Lu Jing kicked off the rotten wood at the edge of the platform with both legs, and like a hungry wolf pouncing down a cliff, he leaped directly off the three-meter-high command platform.

The three crossbowmen below instinctively pulled the triggers.

But when Lu Jing kicked out, he deliberately shifted his body half a foot towards Zhao He's direction.

The crossbowman's vision blurred, and Lu Jing's figure almost overlapped with Zhao He's in a straight line. The moment he pulled the string, his hand trembled involuntarily.

Three crossbow bolts were fired in a triangular formation.

A projectile flew high, grazing Lu Jing's head, and embedded itself in the wooden pillar behind the command platform.

He dodged an arrow mid-air by twisting his shoulder, the tip of which sliced ​​through the edge of his chainmail, sending sparks flying.

The third one was the most dangerous; it flew past Lu Jing's shoulder, tearing through the fabric and taking away a piece of flesh and blood.

Blood was flung out in mid-air.

Zhao He's pupils suddenly contracted.

He never expected Lu Jing to dare to jump, let alone that this kid would use his position to force the crossbowmen to hesitate.

A dark shadow loomed overhead.

Lu Jingren was in mid-air when his right leg bent at the knee and then suddenly straightened.

Zhao He felt a sudden darkness above his head, and a sense of crisis made his scalp tingle.

He had no time to retreat, and could only rely on his instincts honed from a lifetime of military service to grip the horizontal sword tightly with both hands and hold it horizontally in front of his chest to block.

"Bang!"

Lu Jing's foot, wrapped in a coarse cloth military boot, first slammed into Zhao He's wrists, which were gripping the knife.

Zhao He's already injured wrist suddenly sank, and the horizontal knife flew out of his hand, spinning and crashing into the muddy water.

The next second, Lu Jing's foot, still carrying momentum, slammed into the old dent on Zhao He's chest protector.

"Snap!"

The clear sound of bone cracking sent chills down one's spine.

The already damaged black iron heart-protecting mirror was completely crushed inward by this stomp.

Zhao He felt as if he had been hit in the chest by a battering ram, and his internal organs were thrown into disarray in that instant.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood mixed with froth gushed out of Zhao He's mouth.

He was like a tattered sack, his feet leaving the ground and flying backwards.

"Lord Baihu!"

The guards behind him, holding long spears, had no time to react and were hit squarely by Zhao He, who flew backward.

Three or four people, along with Zhao He, rolled together and fell into the mud.

The tight guard formation was breached.

Lu Jing landed using the force of the impact, bent his legs, and rolled forward.

This roll dissipated the momentum of falling from a height and also just barely avoided the long swords that the two guards on the left and right instinctively swung at him.

The blade grazed his back, slicing through the edge of his chainmail.

Lu Jing's old wound on his side was violently torn open, and hot blood instantly soaked through his inner clothes.

In the instant he flipped over and got into position, he was already right next to Zhao He.

Before the guards who had been knocked down could even get up, they felt a chill on their necks.

The steel blade pressed firmly against Zhao He's neck, slicing through the skin, and a line of bright red blood seeped out along the blade.

If Lu Jing had pressed his wrist down just a tiny bit more, he could have cut open the blood vessels on the side of his neck.

The entire room fell silent.

One hundred heavily armored guards, swords and spears in hand, dared not take a single step forward.

Who would have thought that, surrounded by a hundred regular soldiers, this wretched corporal could crush their centurion in a single encounter?

The soldiers who were retreating were so shocked by what they saw that their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, a deafening roar erupted from the crowd.

"Kill him!"

"Colonel Lu is awesome!"

"Avenge Scarface Liu!"

The suppressed anger and despair exploded completely under Lu Jing's foot.

The soldiers raised their broken copper and scrap iron again and surrounded the hundred guards who were hesitant to attack.

The situation completely changed in an instant.

Shen Qingqiu stood at the back of the crowd, her face full of worry.

She saw the blood seeping from Lu Jing's side and covered herself, about to let out a cry of alarm.

Those eyes quickly shifted from his wound to the crossbowmen in the back row of the royal guard.

There are also crossbows.

She silently blocked several soldiers behind her who wanted to rush forward, and whispered, "Don't push forward, the crossbowmen aren't useless yet."

Ji Ruxue hid behind several Silver Wolf Guards, watching this scene with cold eyes.

She simply flicked her finger.

The Silver Wolf Guard closest to her immediately understood and quietly took two steps back to the side, blocking the guards' retreat to the camp gate.

With Zhao He captured, the Eighth Battalion's seemingly hopeless situation suddenly gained a glimmer of hope.

Whether he can survive depends on when Gu Changfeng can move again.

"All of you, put down those fire pokers!"

Lu Jing stepped on Zhao He's chest and roared at the surrounding guards.

"Anyone who dares to move, I'll bleed them dry right now!"

The guards exchanged bewildered glances, their hands gripping the hilts of their swords drenched in cold sweat.

Zhao He's life was hanging by a thread; no one dared to gamble.

The spearman at the front gritted his teeth and slowly lowered the tip of his spear.

Those behind him, seeing him move, could only lower their weapons as well.

Zhao He lay in the mud and water, his chest aching terribly.

The broken ribs pierced his lungs painfully, and with each breath, a spurt of blood foamed from the corner of his mouth.

But the ruthlessness in his bones is still there.

Or rather, he simply didn't believe that a low-ranking soldier would dare to actually kill an official appointed by the imperial court.

"Lu Jing..."

Zhao He stared intently at Lu Jing above him, coughing up blood and gritting his teeth.

"You dare kill me... Gu Changfeng has already deployed archers from the front camp... 300 paces outside the camp walls... are all armed with powerful bows and crossbows..."

His face was contorted with rage, and his eyes held a sinister glint.

"In half an hour, no, in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn... the Eighth Battalion will be surrounded and killed... none of you will survive today..."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the surrounding soldiers all changed.

Some people subconsciously looked towards the camp wall.

In the wind and snow, the faint sound of bugles could already be heard in the distance.

Upon hearing the bugle call, Lu Jing actually smiled.

"Hey Zhao, you officials, besides using your superiors to intimidate people, can't you come up with some new phrases?"

Lu Jing applied slight pressure with the tip of his knife.

The blood on Zhao He's neck flowed even faster.

"It's the same few sentences over and over again, I'm sick of hearing them."

Zhao He gasped in pain, but still stubbornly glared at him.

"Lu Jing... if you kneel down now, I might still leave you a whole corpse..."

"OK."

Lu Jing nodded.

"Since you like using Gu Changfeng to scare people so much, I'll show you what it means to make an example of someone."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, and quickly locked onto the thin figure still kneeling beside Scarface Liu's corpse, trembling.

"Skinny monkey! Where have you been?!"

Skinny Monkey suddenly looked up, as if he had just woken up from the shock of Scarface Liu's death, and scrambled out of the crowd.

"Corporal, I'm here!"

"Go to the logistics battalion and get me the thickest and strongest hemp rope."

Lu Jing used his free left hand to point to the towering elm pole in the center of the training ground.

That's where the Eighth Battalion usually hangs its military flag.

"By the way, have the brothers go to the back of the kitchen and get a bunch of wet firewood. The wetter the better, the more smoke we need."

Skinny Monkey paused for a moment, looked at Zhao He who was vomiting blood on the ground, and then looked at the flagpole.

"Brother Lu, what do you need the rope and wet firewood for?"

Lu Jing lowered his head and looked at Zhao He's face, which was gradually turning pale due to blood loss and fear, and his smile became even brighter.

"Doesn't our Commander Zhao like to eat the specially supplied cured meat?"

"It's so cold today, so I'll take pity on him and hang him up here to fumigate him with wet firewood to get rid of the stench of his corpse."

Upon hearing this, Zhao He's previously maintained arrogance completely crumbled.

He finally realized that the man in front of him didn't care about the laws of the Great Yan Dynasty or Gu Changfeng's five thousand elite soldiers.

He's a complete madman.

"You dare! Lu Jing, you dare..."

Zhao He's fierce roar echoed across the training ground.

Lu Jing was too lazy to listen to his nonsense and kicked Zhao He in the chin.

With a "crack" sound.

Zhao He's jaw dislocated on the spot, leaving him only with painful sobs.

"Hurry up!"

Lu Jingchong roared like a skinny monkey.

"I want Gu Changfeng to sit in the central command tent and watch clearly as the centurion he personally promoted turns into a piece of cured meat!"

The skinny monkey, his eyes red, turned and ran.

A moment later, a thick hemp rope covered in mud was dragged over by several soldiers.

The guards turned pale, but none of them dared to move.

Shen Qingqiu looked up at the direction outside the camp wall and whispered, "The bugle call is getting closer."

Ji Ruxue's eyes darkened slightly as she pressed down on the silver wolf token hidden in her sleeve.

The first wisp of black smoke rose from beneath the flagpole.

The smoke was thick, billowing in the north wind towards the central command tent, like a dirty black wolf's tail.