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

At 11:45 AM, the camp of the Northern Xuan Army of the Great Yan Dynasty was transformed into a boiling sea of ​​fire.

The moment the horn sounded, the entire camp erupted in chaos.

The patrolmen couldn't keep up with Shen Qingqiu, and Zhao He's personal guards outside the tent were scattered in disarray.

Lu Jing dragged Shen Qingqiu into the crowd of soldiers in the camp, where they saw death row inmates being herded forward by the supervisory team like pigs.

This world is truly complex.

The northern barbarians were killing people in front, and then our own people were killing people behind. Either way, we were going to die, but they still wanted to make people feel involved in the death.

The rocket streaked across the night sky, leaving a long trail, and ignited the leather tent.

All around were the whistles of the Northern Barbarian light cavalry and the muffled sound of sabers chopping bones.

The air was filled with the stench of burning and blood.

"Hurry! You worthless soldier! Get to the front! Anyone who dares to back down even half a step, I'll chop them to pieces!"

The supervising soldiers, armed with long spears, drove the barely clothed death row inmates from behind.

With a knife in his hand, Lu Jing found the other three soldiers under Wang Laogou in the chaotic crowd.

The three greenhorn recruits were huddled behind the grain cart, their legs trembling with fear.

"Stand up!" Lu Jing kicked the grain cart.

The three soldiers saw Lu Jing covered in blood and the bronze badge in his hand that represented his sergeant status.

"Brother Lu... Brother Lu..." one of them, called Skinny Monkey, stammered.

They all knew that Wang Laogou had gone to cause trouble for Lu Jing, but Wang Laogou didn't come back. Instead, Lu Jing appeared with the bronze medal.

Now that the northern barbarians have stormed into the camp, Zhao He will have to wait in line to deal with them first.

"From now on, I am your squad leader." Lu Jing's voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear.

"I don't care who you followed before. Now, obey my orders. If you disobey, I'll cut your Achilles tendons before the northern barbarians even lift a finger."

The three soldiers nodded repeatedly in fright.

Lu Jing pointed to three tattered iron-clad wooden shields on the ground.

"Pick them up! You three stand in front, shields pressed tightly together, no gaps allowed! The bottom edge of the shield against the frozen ground, lean back, and don't straighten your legs! Anyone who dares to put their shield down, I'll chop off their hand!"

These three people knew nothing about formations, but under Lu Jing's command, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and pick up the shields, lining them up in a row.

Shen Qingqiu followed closely behind Lu Jing, holding the dagger in her hand.

"Stay with me and don't wander off. If you run off and die, no one will bury you," Lu Jing said.

Shen Qingqiu's face turned pale, but he still nodded vigorously.

"Charge!" The roar of the supervisory team rang out again.

Hundreds of death row inmates, like a flock of sheep being driven, charged toward the northern barbarian cavalry that emerged from the darkness ahead.

The first wave of impact was the most devastating.

The Northern Barbarian light cavalry, using the momentum of their horses, easily shattered the scattered formation of the condemned prisoners.

A saber was brandished, and heads rolled off.

Screams ripped through the night sky.

Lu Jing held back the three shield bearers in front, maintaining formation, and huddled behind a burned-out barricade.

Half of the charred chevaux-de-frise was stuck diagonally in the frozen ground, blocking the warhorse's straight charge.

"Stay calm! Stay calm!"

A northern barbarian cavalryman noticed the four people in this direction, turned his horse around, and charged over, brandishing his saber.

Warhorses neighed, their iron hooves crushing the snow.

The horse had just rounded the barricades when its speed was already slowed down.

"Pitch the shield to the ground! Close your eyes!" Lu Jing roared.

The warhorse crashed into the wooden shield, and the huge impact sent the three soldiers staggered backward. The skinny monkey's hand was ripped open, and blood flowed freely.

But the shield, stuck in the frozen ground and pressed down by the three people's bodies, didn't fall apart on the spot.

The charge of the warhorses was forcibly stopped, and the cavalrymen's bodies leaned forward due to inertia.

It's now!

Lu Jing slipped out from between the two shields with lightning speed.

With his right hand, he wielded a long sword, slicing precisely into the knee joint of the warhorse's foreleg from bottom to top.

puff!

The horse's leg tendons were severed at the root, and the warhorse let out a mournful neigh before its massive body crashed to the ground.

The northern barbarian cavalrymen on horseback were violently thrown to the ground, completely disoriented.

Before he could get up, Lu Jing had already stepped on his chest.

The blade reversed direction and pierced the carotid artery through the gap in the leather armor.

Blood spurted out.

Lu Jing skillfully pulled a bulging leather bag from the cavalryman's waist and casually picked up the finely crafted steel saber.

"This knife is nice, time to upgrade my equipment."

He tossed the leather bag to Shen Qingqiu behind him: "Here, our spoils."

Shen Qingqiu hurriedly caught the leather bag; it was heavy and filled with loose silver and dry rations.

Watching Lu Jing's practiced movements as he touched the corpse, she fell into deep self-doubt.

Is this a war or a shipment?

The situation on the battlefield is becoming increasingly stalemate.

The soldiers suffered more than half their casualties, but the Northern Barbarians' charge was also stopped by the heavily armored infantry behind the Great Yan.

The two sides engaged in a brutal hand-to-hand combat.

Lu Jing, leading his three-man shield formation, moved like a precise surgical scalpel, frantically traversing the edge of the battlefield.

He specifically targeted lone or wounded Northern Barbarian soldiers.

The three men raised their shields to absorb the damage, while Lu Jing closed in from the side and rear, delivering a fatal blow.

Dislocate joints, slit throats, stab kidneys, sever Achilles tendons.

There are no fancy moves, only the most deadly techniques for destroying human bodies.

Most importantly, Lu Jing, that little devil, always loots the corpse after killing someone.

When they reached the third Northern Barbarian soldier, a guy who was pretending to be dead suddenly sprang up from the snow and swung his short axe straight at Lu Jing's lower back.

Lu Jinggang bent down to grab the money bag, but caught a glimpse of a cold light out of the corner of his eye. It was too late to completely dodge it.

"Lu Jing! Behind you!"

Shen Qingqiu screamed.

She lunged forward and, with all her might, plunged the rusty dagger in her hand into the northern barbarian soldier's calf.

The dagger was stuck in the wound.

The Northern Barbarian soldier's movements faltered in pain, and his short axe grazed Lu Jing's side, tearing open the leather armor he had just stolen and leaving a bloody gash.

Lu Jing swung his knife backhand and slit the man's throat.

The northern barbarian soldier clutched his neck and collapsed, making a gurgling sound as if air was leaking from his throat.

Shen Qingqiu collapsed into the snow, his face pale and his hands still trembling.

Lu Jing looked down at the bloody gash on his waist, then glanced at her.

"Not bad, it's somewhat useful."

Shen Qingqiu's lips trembled, as if he wanted to curse, but in the end he only managed to squeeze out, "Your waist is bleeding."

"You won't die." Lu Jing kicked the short axe of the Northern Barbarian soldier to the skinny monkey. "What are you standing there for? Pick it up! This thing is better for chopping wood than for you."

Skinny Monkey hung the short axe on his waist with a mournful face.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the three skinny monkeys were already covered in the Northern Barbarians' water jugs, leather armor, and money bags, and they were panting heavily from exhaustion.

One of the soldiers was greedy and reached out to pull the leather boots off a corpse. Just as he squatted down, a stray arrow whizzed past his head and embedded itself in the broken cart behind him, its fletching trembling.

The soldier was so frightened that he sat down hard in the bloody mud.

Lu Jing kicked him in the butt.

"Trading your life for boots, you're quite the spendthrift, aren't you?"

"Brother Lu... I can't take any more... I really can't take any more..." Skinny Monkey cried out, his voice trembling with tears.

"Useless trash, can't even carry this little bit? What did I just say? Hold the shield tight! Stop slacking off, use your legs!"

Lu Jing cursed and pulled half a black iron plaque from the arms of a corpse.

The iron plaque was engraved with a wolf's head, and on the back were several lines of crooked Northern Barbarian characters.

He couldn't understand it, so he casually stuffed it into his pocket.

If you find something you don't understand on the battlefield, there are usually two possibilities.

One type is scrap iron.

One type is scrap metal that can be exchanged for money.

Suddenly, a commotion arose ahead.

A squad of elite Northern Barbarian infantry, clad in heavy armor and wielding spiked clubs, smashed through the Great Yan's defenses and charged straight towards the flank of the soldiers' camp.

The leader was a nearly two-meter-tall centurion from the Northern Barbarians, with a face full of scars and carrying a giant spiked club covered in brains.

Upon seeing this humanoid beast, the soldiers on the Great Yan side retreated in disarray, none daring to stand in their way.

The centurion immediately spotted Lu Jing, who was "buying goods" on the edge.

This kid killed several of their people; his actions were too conspicuous.

"You skinny monkey from Great Yan! Prepare to die!" The centurion roared and charged toward Lu Jing, the ground trembling with each step.