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

The three skinny monkeys were so frightened that they dropped their shields and ran away.

Lu Jing plunged the long, blunt-bladed sword in his hand into the soil.

He reached out and pulled out the steel saber he had just seized.

"What's the use of being big? You swing that spiked club like a paralyzed old woman with Parkinson's disease." Lu Jing mocked in perfect Mandarin.

Although he didn't understand what "Parkinson's" meant, the centurion could read the contempt in Lu Jing's eyes and tone.

He roared and raised his spiked club high, then brought it down hard on Lu Jing's head.

The wind howled, and this blow was enough to smash a stone into powder.

Lu Jing slid to the left like a spring to dodge.

boom!

The spiked club slammed into the frozen ground, sending dirt flying.

But the moment the spiked club hit the ground, a broken piece of iron spike flew out, grazing Lu Jing's cheek and drawing a line of blood.

Lu Jing's eyelids twitched.

This thing not only hits people, but also deals splash damage.

The centurion missed his first strike and swept the area in one sweep.

The heavy spiked club swept across the ground, kicking up a cloud of ice and frozen soil.

Lu Jing could only leap backward, his heel stepping on a severed arm of a corpse, causing him to slip.

The centurion's eyes flashed with ferocity, and his left hand shot out, grabbing at Lu Jing's neck.

If that grab were to be firm, Lu Jing's neck bones could be crushed on the spot.

The wound on his waist was torn open, and hot blood flowed down his leather armor.

Despite the excruciating pain, he actually smiled.

"Okay, you've got something."

The centurion couldn't understand, but he felt that the smile of this young soldier from the Great Yan Dynasty was unsettling.

Lu Jingmeng crouched down and squeezed in, almost touching the centurion's arm.

The centurion used too much force, leaving the net wide open.

Lu Jing seized the fleeting opportunity, pushed off the ground with his right foot, and cut into the inside line, his body close to the centurion's thick arm.

This is the most difficult distance for long weapons.

too close.

So close that the spiked club became a complete burden.

The centurion tried to pull back his spiked club, but it was too late. He instinctively swung his left fist at Lu Jing.

Lu Jing bent his left elbow and took the punch head-on.

boom!

The bones emitted a dull thud that made your teeth ache, and your entire left arm went numb.

Lu Jing groaned, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

With his right hand gripping the steel saber tightly, blade facing outward, he thrust it viciously into the gap in the centurion's right side armor, using a reverse grip.

Avoid the ribs and aim straight for the liver!

As the blade pierced his body, Lu Jing gripped the hilt with both hands and twisted it forcefully!

The centurion screamed, his massive body convulsing violently, and the spiked club in his hand crashed to the ground.

Lu Jing drew his sword and retreated, spraying blood all over him.

The liver ruptured, causing massive bleeding; even a miracle couldn't save him.

The centurion clutched his ribs, swayed twice, and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The surrounding Northern Barbarian soldiers saw their centurion being decisively killed by a mere Yan soldier, which greatly dampened their morale and slowed their offensive.

Lu Jing shook his numb left arm, wincing in pain.

He walked up to the centurion's corpse, unceremoniously stripped off the fine chainmail, and put it on himself on the spot.

The chainmail was incredibly heavy, and the pressure on the wound in my waist caused another sharp pain.

But Lu Jing was very satisfied.

"This armor is nice; wearing it makes me feel like I can live a few more minutes."

He then bent down to pull on a gold-plated leather belt around the centurion's waist.

Just then, deep within the Northern Barbarian army's positions in the rear of the battlefield...

A conspicuous silver four-wheeled carriage, escorted by a dozen elite heavy cavalrymen in full armor, slowly emerged from the mist.

A large black flag was stuck on the carriage, with a lifelike silver wolf embroidered on it.

Although they were far apart, the firelight from the battlefield still illuminated the carriage.

Shen Qingqiu, who had been hiding behind Lu Jing, changed his expression drastically the moment he saw the silver wolf flag.

She trembled all over, clutching Lu Jing's clothes with both hands, her voice distorted with extreme fear.

"That...that's...the Silver Wolf Guard of the Great Yan Princess!"

Lu Jing was struggling to untie the gold-inlaid belt when he heard Shen Qingqiu's words and paused.

"Do you know him?"

Shen Qingqiu stared at the flag, his throat feeling as if it were blocked.

"Before the Shen family was convicted, I saw the Princess on Zhuque Street. It was this silver wolf flag that no one in the capital dared to imitate."

Her voice trailed off, filled with barely suppressed fear.

"How did the Great Yan Princess's guard end up in the Northern Barbarians' army? And... and they're even protecting them in the middle?"

Something just doesn't look right in this scene.

Captured men wouldn't sit in silver carriages, yet they could still display their flags so ostentatiously.

If they were truly going to defect, the Northern Barbarians would not allow the Great Yan's silver wolf banner to be displayed so openly in front of their vast army.

There's definitely something wrong here.

And it's a big problem.

Lu Jing looked up at the flashy silver carriage in the distance, and his eyes slowly lit up.

The eldest princess.

Silver Wolf Guard.

Right in the center of the Northern Barbarian army formation.

Putting these three words together, in layman's terms, means...

Extremely valuable, extremely troublesome, and perfect for taking advantage of chaos.

In this chaotic world, power equals money.

Ordinary Northern Barbarian soldiers can be found carrying small amounts of silver and dry rations.

The Northern Barbarian centurion's body can be found to have chainmail and a gold-inlaid belt.

What about the eldest princess?

That must be a breathing gold mine, right?

"The Eldest Princess?"

Lu Jing licked the blood off his lips and wiped the steel saber he had just seized clean on his clothes.

"That sounds like it's worth a lot of money."

Shen Qingqiu turned to look at him. This person... was simply insane.

Lu Jing pulled the gold-inlaid leather belt off the centurion's waist, wrapped it around his own waist, and patted it vigorously, his movements as practiced as an old hand ready to go to work.

"The fact that the Northern Barbarians protect her means she's useful. The fact that the Great Yan people are looking for her means she's valuable. Since both sides want her, it means there's a profit margin in this deal."

Shen Qingqiu thought he had gone mad, or that the world had gone mad.

With only three hastily assembled ragtag soldiers, he charged into a Northern Barbarian army of tens of thousands and kidnapped the eldest princess of the Great Yan?

"You're insane! That's suicide!"

Lu Jing turned around, grinned at Shen Qingqiu, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

"In this messed-up world, as long as I don't have morals, no one can morally blackmail me. As long as I'm not afraid of death, they're the ones who are afraid of death."

He pointed to the silver carriage.

"Let's go! Let's kidnap the princess!"