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

"What's all the noise about?"

He walked down to the foot of the platform and looked up at the enraged black bear and the blind old soldier on the platform.

Lu Jing wore a pained expression on his face.

"What are you doing?"

"A rebellion?"

The crowd paused temporarily because of his appearance.

Lu Jing bent down, picked up the broken half of the knife, weighed it in his hand, and let out a long sigh.

"Brothers, calm down."

He cleared his throat, his tone exceptionally sincere.

"Although this knife is a bit worn out and brittle, and will break at the slightest touch, we can't blame everything on Commander Zhao."

Lu Jing casually tossed the broken knife back onto the ground.

"Commander Zhao is extremely busy, managing such a large account of centurions, and he also has to eat specially supplied meat every day. Where would he find the time to inspect every single knife?"

As soon as the words "specially supplied meat" were uttered, a collective gasp of gritted teeth erupted from the crowd.

"We'll see."

Lu Jing pressed his hands down, looking like a kind-hearted person who was thinking of everyone.

"Commander Zhao is a favorite of Mr. Gu. Even if he really wanted to embezzle weapons, he wouldn't try to fool us with five hundred pieces of scrap iron. That would be too blatant, wouldn't it?"

There must be some misunderstanding.

"Perhaps the armory staff tricked Commander Zhao, giving him scrap metal instead of a good knife. Commander Zhao is a victim too!"

Lu Jing pounded his chest in anguish.

"I've been holding back these past two days because I'm afraid of harming the brothers. I was planning to go see Commander Zhao in a couple of days, so we could sit down and calmly discuss things."

"So don't act impulsively, and definitely don't go outside the centurion's tent and start cursing right now."

"What if we frighten Commander Zhao?"

The drill ground was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The armory staff would dare to cheat Zhao He? You're kidding me!

Zhao He had personally inspected the knife; how could he not know what kind of product it was?

Black Bear trembled with rage, pointed at Lu Jing, and began to curse.

"Sergeant Lu, stop trying to smooth things over!"

"It's obvious that old dog Zhao He did this!"

"If he doesn't die, we'll all die!"

"right!"

"If he doesn't die, we will!"

Hundreds of people roared in unison, the sound so loud that dust fell from the platform.

Lu Jing stood there, looking at the group of powder kegs that had completely caught fire, and helplessly spread his hands.

"Since the brothers insist on thinking this way, I can't stop them."

He turned around, his back to the crowd, and waved casually.

"But we all remembered that we went there to reason things out."

"Keep your voices down, don't bring weapons, and most importantly, don't ruin the harmony."

This statement is tantamount to issuing a pass on the spot.

"Brothers, grab your weapons!"

"Come with me!"

Black Bear picked up the spear from the ground and led the charge toward the gate of the training ground.

Several hundred men followed in a long procession, exuding murderous intent, heading straight for Zhao He's centurion's tent.

Lu Jing stood there, watching the crowd disappear into the distance.

The pained expression on his face vanished instantly.

"Tsk."

He touched his chin.

"Several hundred people couldn't even shout a slogan in unison."

Shen Qingqiu emerged from the shadows of the tent and stopped beside Lu Jing, gazing at the dust rising in the distance with a slightly somber expression.

"You want them to surround the centurion's tent?"

"Zhao He has personal guards. If a real fight breaks out, these hundreds of men will just be sent to their deaths, and Gu Changfeng will have a perfect excuse to completely wipe out the Eighth Battalion."

"A fight is unlikely."

Lu Jing turned around and slowly walked back.

"Zhao He isn't crazy. He knows the Eighth Battalion is a hornet's nest right now. If these hundreds of men really storm into the main tent, his few personal guards won't be able to stop a bunch of starving desperados."

"He dared not order the arrows to be fired."

"Once blood is drawn, the issue of discarded knives will shift from embezzlement of military equipment to inciting soldiers to mutiny. At that point, the entire army will mutini, and Gu Changfeng may not be willing to risk his own life for a mere centurion."

Shen Qingqiu quickly followed.

"What if Zhao He really gets pushed to the limit?"

"That's alright."

Lu Jing laughed: "Zhao He only has two paths now. Either he comes to kill me to silence me, proving he has a guilty conscience, or he goes to Gu Changfeng for help, admitting he can't handle it anymore. Either way, he has to get out of his den."

As night fell, the skinny monkey came to report.

Three groups of people from Zhao He's tent went out and came back one after another. The first group went towards the main general's camp, the second group went towards the armory, and the third group went back and forth three times towards the Eighth Battalion's granary.

Did Zhao He choose the third path?

Want to burn grain?

That's perfect.

the next day.

Lu Jing instructed the skinny monkey to break the real grain in the granary into small bags and stuff them into the interlayer of the tents of the Eighth Battalion in batches.

Then, deep in thought, he realized it was too late to go to Deer Horn Slope.

First, take down Zhao He, get the key and the private account in hand, then go to Lujiaopo to find that road.

There are two paths; one must eat first and the other later.

We arrived at the rear grain depot.

He was half-squatting on the ground, holding a steel saber in reverse, the tip of which had just been pulled from the bottom of the outermost sack of wheat.

He freed his left hand, grabbed a handful of sharp, shattered pottery shards, and stuffed them into the pile of wheat bran through the gap in the burlap sack.

The broken pottery shards had sharp edges, and hidden in the soft wheat bran, they were completely undetectable.

Zhao He's two men scouted the area during the day, only circling the granary three times.

The sulfur powder left in the corner of the wall hadn't been swept away yet.

What's piled up here right now is all bran mixed with wheat husks and worthless old materials.

Zhao He wanted to burn his manhood, so Lu Jing simply turned the granary into a coffin.

Zhao He's black-armored guards all wore the standard thin-soled leather boots of the Northern Xuan Army, which were slip-resistant but not puncture-resistant.

As soon as you step on them, your entire weight will press down, and these broken pottery shards will instantly pierce through the soles of your feet.

Lu Jing brushed the bran off his hands.

This body going head-to-head with thirty heavily armed black-armored soldiers is purely to boost the performance of the King of Hell.

This job, if done in a previous life, would be considered a crime against humanity.

While inwardly grumbling, his hands didn't stop, and he continued to cut open the next bag of wheat.

Shen Qingqiu dragged a half-bag of quicklime as he walked in from outside the threshold.

She gripped the edge of the burlap sack and dragged it across the muddy ground, leaving a long white trail.

Lu Jing leaned against the supporting pillar of the granary, twirling his saber in his hand.

"Didn't you eat? You dragged this short distance for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. By the time you finish spreading the lime, Zhao He will have a knife to your throat."

Shen Qingqiu gritted her teeth and pulled back sharply.

Hidden under the burlap sack was a piece of broken bowl that hadn't been swept clean. She lost her balance and rubbed the back of her hand directly on the pottery shard.

A bloody gash was opened.

Shen Qingqiu gasped, clutching the back of his hand, his brows furrowing into a tight knot.

Lu Jing clicked his tongue.

"It's a real shame that your hands, like those of a pampered young lady, aren't used for fluffing cotton."

He strode over, casually tore off a piece of coarse cloth from the hem of his undergarment, and grabbed Shen Qingqiu's bleeding hand.

Without any regard for chivalry, he simply wrapped the wound twice with coarse cloth.

Shen Qingqiu bit her lower lip in pain.

That bastard, his bandaging technique is no different from tying up a pig.

Lu Jing paused his finger just above the wound, deliberately folding the cloth twice.

He placed it on the gaping, bloody wound and then tied a tight knot.

Shen Qingqiu stared at the extra layer of cloth that had been added, and pursed her lips.

"Alright, stop getting in the way."

Lu Jing released her hand and picked up the half-bag of lime.

"Get back to your tent and lie down right now, you're going to meet your maker here tonight."

Shen Qingqiu leaned against the heavy iron-clad wooden door of the granary, his gaze fixed on the pottery shards and lime scattered on the ground.

"You need someone to close the door for you."