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

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

Lu Jing held up his fine steel saber, the tip pointing at the silver carriage heavily surrounded in the distance.

He pulled three soldiers out from behind the half-collapsed grain wagon, but they were forced back by stray arrows after running a short distance.

He casually grabbed the gold-plated leather belt he had pulled from the centurion and wrapped it around his waist, tightening it around the still-bleeding wound.

Shen Qingqiu stared at him as if he were a mad ghost who had just crawled out of the gates of hell.

What did that person just say?

Are you really going to rely on just the four of them to charge into the main camp of ten thousand Northern Barbarian elites? And to try and steal the powerful eldest princess of the Great Yan Dynasty?

"Did a donkey kick your brain or get your head caught in a door?" Shen Qingqiu gritted his teeth. "That's the central army of the Northern Barbarians! The Iron Pagoda's heavy cavalry are surrounding the carriage. Do you think you're going to the market to buy cabbage?"

Lu Jing didn't think this was suicide.

The outer defense line is to guard against a counterattack by the main force of the Great Yan.

As long as it's fast enough, as long as we can expose their weaknesses, there's hope.

Most importantly, poverty is the greatest predicament.

"You know nothing." Lu Jing wiped the blood off his saber on his trouser leg. "The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish. Heavily guarded carriages are like breathing gold mines. If I rob them, I can buy up half a street in the Yanmen black market."

The three greenhorn recruits who had been temporarily assigned to the unit finally realized what their new corporal was up to.

The skinny monkey knelt down with a thud in the snow and mud mixed with pieces of internal organs.

"Brother Lu! Let's run! We only have three broken planks, and those are heavy cavalrymen, their men and horses all mangled! If we get close, there won't even be any bone fragments left!"

The other two soldiers also dropped their shields and turned to run towards the retreating Great Yan army.

"run?"

Lu Jingmeng took a step forward, his left foot landing on a broken blade on the ground, and his right foot suddenly flicking it up.

The broken blade flew up, and the tip of the knife embedded itself in front of the fleeing man's boot with a "bang," the half of the blade humming violently in the frozen ground.

The man was so frightened that he didn't move.

"The long spearmen of the rear guard are just looking for heads to rack up military merits." Lu Jing walked over and patted the skinny monkey's cheek with the back of his knife. "If you run back now, you'll be deserters who desert in the face of battle. They'll stab you to death and then use your head to collect half a sack of millet."

The skinny monkey had a long face, his face covered in tears and snot.

"Go forward, listen to me, and you'll buy meat and eat. Go backward, and you'll have to be reincarnated right now. Choose."

The oppressive aura emanating from Lu Jing, as if he had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, was even more suffocating than the surrounding shouts of battle.

The skinny monkey trembled as he picked up the iron-clad wooden shield and scrambled to his feet.

He had no choice.

"Raise your shield higher, stay close to the dead horse on the ground, don't stand there like a sitting duck!"

Lu Jing kicked the skinny monkey in the butt, spurring him forward.

Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath, gripped the dagger in her sleeve, and followed Lu Jing with her head down.

She doesn't want to die.

Even if following this madman to steal the princess sounds utterly absurd.

In this meat grinder-like battlefield, the madman often outlives the normal person.

Using the firelight and thick smoke of the battlefield, the four men moved like rats, quickly weaving among overturned chariots, barricades, and piles of corpses.

Ahead lies the outer defensive line of the Northern Barbarian main camp.

They were less than a hundred paces from the silver carriage.

A dozen or so Northern Barbarian archers, wearing animal skin vests and carrying curved swords at their waists, rode on horseback and patrolled the perimeter.

Further inside, next to the silver carriage, there was a ring of iron-clad cavalry, with both the people and horses encased in cold, hard iron armor.

Lu Jing hid behind a grain truck that was half burned down and peeked out to observe.

Horse archers patrolled the outer circle, while heavy cavalry stayed close to the wagons.

If you try to force your way in, you'll definitely get riddled with bullets.

"We need to find a way to get the outer ring moving, to create an opening."

Just then, a gust of wind swept by, dispersing the smoke.

A northern barbarian captain with a full beard happened to turn his head and fix his gaze on the half-exposed wooden shield behind the grain cart...

There was also the chainmail that Lu Jing had just taken off, stained with the centurion's blood.

Great Yan Scattered Soldiers!

The centurion raised his right hand, which was covered in a leather glove, and waved it forward.

"Whoosh..."

A dozen or so horse archers simultaneously drew their bows and nocked their arrows, their movements perfectly synchronized.

The dark arrows, gleaming with a poisoned blue light in the firelight, all locked onto the location of the grain cart.

The skinny monkey froze when he saw this.

His lips were pale, his eyes were fixed on the arrows, but he instinctively raised the shield in his hand high.

"It's over, it's all over." Skinny Monkey panicked. "Mom, I'm really going to be riddled with holes this time."

Shen Qingqiu lowered his voice: "There are still three riders on the left who haven't drawn their bows yet; they're watching the heavy cavalry."

Lu Jing glanced at them out of the corner of his eye.

indeed.

The three northern barbarian archers on the left had only half-drawn their bows, their attention still on the direction of the carriage, and they hadn't been completely drawn to them.

"Good eye." Lu Jing grinned. "We'll go that way in a bit."

"Lower your head!"

Lu Jing grabbed Shen Qingqiu by the back of her collar and shoved her into the mud under the grain cart. He then ducked down and squeezed into the blind spot behind the cart wheels.

"Swish swish swish..."

A dense rain of arrows tore through the air, cascading down with a piercing shriek.

The thick feathered arrows were embedded in the thick wooden planks of the grain cart, sending wood chips and ice shards flying everywhere.

"ah!!"

A collective scream rang out as the two soldiers didn't have time to dodge.

Hit by a hail of arrows, the immense inertia carried them directly into the grain carts.

It struggled on the ground for a couple of moments, then stopped moving.

You damn triangular basket!

Lu Jing gritted his teeth as he looked at the two soldiers' corpses: "Hiding isn't the solution. They'll press on as soon as they finish this volley."

His gaze swept around and landed on a pile of miscellaneous items scattered from the grain cart.

Several thin sheets of iron, meant to prevent moisture, were still covered with moldy, stale grain.

"Skinny Monkey!" Lu Jing kicked the still-stiff Skinny Monkey. "Stop standing there like a jerk! Pick up that piece of sheet metal and roll it up into a tube!"

The skinny monkey scrambled over the sheet metal and rolled it into a crooked tin horn.

"Brother Lu, what do you need this piece of junk for? Can it even block an arrow?"

Lu Jing snatched the tin megaphone, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Block arrows? I'm going to teach them a lesson and show them how to be proper cavalrymen."

Upon hearing this shout, any cavalry archer who turned to consult the central army would experience a brief pause in their formation.

He brought the tin megaphone to his lips and took a deep breath.

The clear, resonant Mandarin of the Great Yan region, amplified by tin loudspeakers, resounded across the battlefield.

"You bunch of starving northern barbarian wimps outside, listen up!"