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

Lu Jing stood outside the old granary, carrying a fine steel saber, the tip of which was pointed diagonally at Zhao He.

Zhao He's face darkened.

"Lu Jing!"

Zhao He drew his sword from his waist, pointed it at the figure in the smoke, and his voice changed with anger.

"You fucking asking for it! Get him and chop him into mincemeat!"

The remaining ten black-armored guards immediately dispersed.

With shields in front and long swords behind them, they split into two teams, left and right, and surrounded Lu Jing.

The burly bodyguard captain stood in front of Zhao He, his sword drawn, staring at Lu Jing.

Lu Jing watched the approaching iron net and gently brushed his thumb across the hilt of his knife.

Ten armored soldiers formed a battle formation and surrounded the enemy.

He was only wearing a tattered chainmail, and there was an axe wound on his side from yesterday.

To confront someone head-on is simply asking for trouble.

These guys want to compress the space? Well, I'll find some fun for you guys.

Lu Jing, carrying the knife, retreated step by step.

The direction they retreated was directly towards the creaking gate of the granary, which had been slammed shut.

The sounds of impact inside grew increasingly frantic.

The copper buckles securing the iron core had been knocked outwards by an inch, and wood chips were falling down in a flurry.

Lu Jing glanced at the copper buckle, then at the guards closing in from the left and right.

Judging by the strength of the people inside, this door will break down in at most thirty breaths.

Thirty breaths, and he killed ten armored soldiers in formation head-on?

I'm not a god.

This position allows you to touch the brass buckle while avoiding the first surge of people rushing out from behind the door.

Ten guards had already closed in within three steps.

The guard on the left roared, his long sword flying over the shield and heading straight for Lu Jing's neck.

Lu Jing's body suddenly sank down.

The blade sliced ​​across the scalp, taking away a few strands of hair.

He rolled along the wall while crouching down, but his right shoulder was still grazed hard by the edge of the shield, and half of his arm went numb instantly.

Just as the guards were about to deliver the final blow, Lu Jing flicked his steel saber upwards with a backhand motion.

Click!

The blade sliced ​​precisely at the rickety brass buckle.

The copper buckle broke instantly.

The ironwood core lost its support and was directly thrown away by the enormous force inside.

Boom!

Two heavy iron-clad wooden doors were suddenly smashed open.

Thick yellow smoke, mixed with pungent lime powder, gushed outwards like a burst dam.

The twenty black-armored guards, already driven mad by the fumes, had faces covered in white ash.

Tears and snot streamed down his face, and he couldn't even open his eyes. He charged outwards driven only by his survival instinct.

Lu Jing had already rolled to the side, hugging the wall.

The few people at the front couldn't stop themselves and crashed headfirst into the encirclement formed by ten guards.

Those outside never expected their own people to suddenly rush out.

The formation was instantly shattered.

Some people fell to the ground, shield and all, and before they could get up, their ribs were broken by their companions who rushed out from behind.

Hearing the wind, someone instinctively swung their knife to defend themselves, only to strike their own brother whom they had spent every day with.

Screams, coughs, curses, and the clanging of weapons mingled together.

"Don't panic, they're on our side!"

The captain of the guards roared, trying to stabilize the situation.

But his voice was immediately drowned out by an even louder scream.

Lu Jing propped himself up against the wall, but half of his shoulder was still too numb to lift.

But he laughed.

This is the battlefield that special forces soldiers are most familiar with.

Chaos, disorder, and inability to distinguish friend from foe.

Lu Jing lowered his body, like a slippery venomous snake, and burrowed into this tangled mess.

They specifically target unlucky individuals with unstable lower bodies and obstructed vision.

A flash of light appeared in the thick smoke.

The Achilles tendon of the person on the left was cut open on the spot.

The man screamed and fell to his knees, tripping over his two companions behind him.

Just as Lu Jing was about to turn around, an iron boot suddenly kicked out from the smoke and stomped heavily on his calf.

He stumbled and almost fell into the crowd.

The blade then fell from above.

Before Lu Jing could get up, he suddenly grabbed the edge of the shield on the right and pulled the guard holding the shield to the side by half a step.

clang!

The blade struck the shield, sending sparks flying.

Before the shield-wielding guard could react, Lu Jing had already used the momentum to turn to his side and rear, and the tip of his blade pierced through the gap between the armor plates at the knee.

The man's scream had barely reached his throat when he was choked by the thick smoke and began to cough violently.

Lu Jing drew his sword and left.

They are all underhanded tricks that can cripple but not kill.

At times like these, a wounded soldier rolling on the ground can create more chaos than a corpse.

Shen Qingqiu pressed herself against the shadow of the distant brick wall, covering her mouth with her hands.

She witnessed firsthand how Lu Jing used a door and a wisp of smoke to turn thirty elite soldiers into a complete mess.

Every cut was unsightly, yet they all landed in the most critical spots.

Her hands, hidden in her sleeves, slowly loosened.

Zhao He, standing on the periphery, felt a chill run down his spine as he watched the scene unfold before him.

Thirty elite soldiers were reduced to trampling on each other by a door, a fire, and a little lime powder.

That kid is risking his life.

Playing with other people's lives.

"Lord Centurion, let's go!"

The captain of the personal guard grabbed Zhao He's arm, his tone already somewhat anxious.

"This kid's weird. If we don't leave now, we're all going to die here!"

Zhao He gritted his teeth, wishing he could devour Lu Jingsheng alive.

But he knew in his heart that if he stayed any longer, he would be the one to die if Lu Jingteng made a move.

As long as they escape back to the main camp and confirm Lu Jing's crime of rebellion, Gu Changfeng will naturally send a large army to crush the Eighth Camp.

"withdraw!"

Zhao He sheathed his sword, turned around, and led his personal guard captain out of the billowing smoke.

The night wind blew the yellow smoke from the granary everywhere.

With their vision obstructed and their hearts filled with panic, the two couldn't discern their direction at all.

They thought they were retreating towards the main general's camp, but in reality they plunged deep into the Eighth Battalion's defense zone.

After running several dozen steps, Zhao He realized something was wrong.

The road beneath our feet became increasingly muddy, and all around us were tents made of broken wood and tattered cloth.

The air was filled with that familiar smell of excrement and urine, and the stench of poverty.

"Where the hell is this?"

Zhao He stopped and gasped for breath.

The captain of the personal guard looked around, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Sir, we've gone the wrong way! This is inside the Eighth Battalion's enclosure!"

Several torches suddenly lit up ahead.

Skinny Monkey, along with four or five soldiers who had been woken up by Lu Jing in advance, blocked the two men's path, holding sharpened wooden sticks in their hands.

They were originally on guard duty on the perimeter, but by sheer chance, they stumbled upon Zhao He, who had escaped inside.

"Commander Zhao?"

The skinny monkey used the firelight to see the face of the person who had just arrived.

Zhao He looked at the few cannon fodder holding broken wooden sticks, a ferocious glint in his eyes.

"Get out of my way! Anyone who blocks my path will die!"

He drew his sword and charged straight at them.

Skinny Monkey and his men were no match for Zhao He and his personal guard captain.

Before the two sides even made contact, the two soldiers at the front were knocked to the ground by the back of a sword.

Skinny Monkey gritted his teeth and thrust out the wooden stick, only to have it sliced ​​in half by Zhao He's knife.

"Scatter! Don't let him get out!"

The skinny monkey shouted at the top of his lungs.

The remaining few dared not block them head-on, so they could only surround them from both sides with torches in hand.

Zhao He was getting angry from their entanglement and was about to slash at the skinny monkey when a faint sound came from a nearby tent.

Immediately afterwards, the curtain was lifted from the inside.

Ji Ruxue, dressed in red, walked out with an icy expression.

During the day, Lu Jing repeatedly told her to stay obediently in the camp.

But she was never the type to follow orders.

There were shouts of killing and thick smoke outside, making such a big commotion.

It's simply impossible to let her hide in the tent and wait to die.

"Who dares to...?"

Before Ji Ruxue could finish speaking, Zhao He had already turned to look at her.

The firelight illuminated her red dress and also highlighted the innate nobility in her eyes.

Watching her come out of Lu Jing's camp.

That day, Lu Jing said that this woman was a hostage kidnapped by the Northern Barbarians?

A fierce glint flashed in Zhao He's eyes, and he immediately changed direction.

"Stop him!"

The skinny monkey's expression changed drastically, and he took off chasing after him.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Zhao He rushed to Ji Ruxue, flipped his sword horizontally, and held it directly to her neck, pinning her to his side.

"Stop right there, all of you!"

Ji Ruxue's face turned ashen: "Zhao He, how dare you?"

Zhao He felt uneasy under her gaze, and a malicious thought arose in his mind.

"I don't care what you say! If you dare come any closer, I'll kill this woman first!"

The skinny monkey stood a few steps away, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

He didn't know Ji Ruxue's true identity, but he knew that she was a hostage from a high-ranking family that Lu Jing had personally brought back.

If Zhao He were to slit their own throats, no one could bear the consequences.

"What are you looking at? Go and get the corporal!"

Skinny Monkey turned around, shoved the torch into the hands of the soldier next to him, and then ran wildly toward the granary.

Outside the granary, thirty breaths is enough time for a battle to be decided.

The thick smoke gradually dissipated.

The ground was littered with black-armored guards lying haphazardly.

Most of the injuries were from trampling on each other, and there were also seven or eight people writhing and howling in the mud with their severed Achilles tendons.

Fewer than five were still standing, their faces covered in lime, blindfolded and wildly swinging their knives.

Lu Jing leaned against the brick wall of the granary, his steel saber planted on the ground.

He was breathing heavily.

The fight just now looked easy, but in reality, every step was a perilous one.

My shoulder is still numb from the blow, and my calf is still sore from being stepped on.

What's even more troublesome is the axe wound on his side that hasn't healed yet.

The wound has completely reopened.

Warm, fresh blood flowed down his waistband, sticky and irritating.

Lu Jing cursed under his breath.

The body's foundation is still too poor.

In my previous life, this amount of exercise wouldn't even qualify as a warm-up.

He gritted his teeth, tore a strip of cloth from the hem of his clothes, wrapped it haphazardly around his waist twice, and tightened it forcefully.

A sharp pain suddenly shot into his brain, making him gasp for breath.

Shen Qingqiu emerged from the shadows.

"You lost a lot of blood."