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

Within ten steps, even martial artists at the Meridian Connection Realm would have to temporarily avoid his sharp edge, let alone Lu Jing, a modern-day king of soldiers who doesn't even have internal energy.

Lu Jing stopped in his tracks, his saber hanging at his side.

As the horses scattered the crowd, Shen Qingqiu, using the tents and firelight for cover, made his way from the outer wall of the granary to the rear camp.

Dragging the broken pottery basin she had prepared beforehand, she took advantage of the chaos to slip behind a dilapidated barricade, and then flicked a pebble at Lu Jing from the shadows.

The stones landed, two short and one long.

Lu Jing had casually taught her the warning signals before.

His peripheral vision swept in the direction from which the pebble had come.

Sixty paces away from the crossbow formation, behind a dilapidated chevaux-de-frise, mud-covered boots could be vaguely seen.

As the firelight flickered, the edge of the boot flashed—it was the brass buckle on the standard military leg guards.

The poor bastards of the Eighth Battalion couldn't afford such things.

The spy sent by Gu Changfeng.

That bastard never left.

He lay there, waiting to see if Zhao He could break through.

Zhao He is dead, and he will rush out immediately to seize the clues to the private accounts.

Lu Jing was seriously injured, and he didn't mind finishing him off with a fatal blow to completely eliminate this troublemaker.

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

They're quite shrewd with their calculations.

Lu Jing twitched the corner of his mouth.

Unfortunately, the oriole's nest is about to be destroyed.

Shen Qingqiu crouched in the shadows behind the barricade where the scouts were hiding.

She was still wearing that drab, gray servant's uniform, and the broken earthenware basin beside her was stuffed with wet straw.

Below it were quicklime and kerosene that had been smuggled from the side of the granary.

These things were originally meant for her to keep as a backup plan by Lu Jing.

This is exactly what I need now.

Shen Qingqiu glanced up at the wind direction.

The north wind is blowing fiercely.

Without hesitation, she threw the fire tinder into the earthenware basin, then kicked it over.

The kerosene ignites upon contact with fire, and the wet straw bursts into a thick plume of black and yellow smoke.

Riding the strong north wind, the smoke rolled along the ground and quickly filled the area where the scouts were hiding.

"Cough cough cough!"

A violent coughing sound came from the shadows.

Caught off guard, the scout choked, tears streaming down his face, his vision completely blocked.

They could only cover their mouths and noses and retreat desperately, completely disregarding the battle situation ahead.

The worries about the future are temporarily cleared.

Lu Jing used the shadow cast by the burning haystacks to press himself against the muddy ground.

It shifted rapidly from left to right, like a blade of light gliding along the ground.

"Release the arrows!"

The captain of the black-armored guards roared.

The sound of machinery exploding one after another.

Three crossbow bolts, each as thick as a baby's arm, tore through the air, shooting out with a deathly whistle.

When the mechanism clicked, Lu Jing's shoulders slumped, and he forced his way out of the muddy water.

The strong wind scraped across his skin, leaving a stinging, bloody mark.

The other two crossbow bolts also missed their mark.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Three crossbow bolts were driven deep into the rotten wood behind them, their tail feathers trembling violently.

It will take at least three breaths to wind it up again.

Three breaths are enough to determine life and death.

Despite the spasms in his lower back, Lu Jing forced his way into the left flank of the shield formation.

The steel saber slashed upwards, aiming for the leftmost guard's calf.

puff!

The blade sliced ​​through flesh and tendons, and the guard screamed and fell to his knees, immediately creating a gap in the previously tight shield formation.

Lu Jing rolled into the formation.

This is a blind spot for the heavy crossbow.

The second guard had just nocked an arrow when Lu Jing's saber swept past.

Clang!

The blade tip precisely severed the taut ox-tendon bowstring.

The enormous rebound force exploded outwards.

The snapped bowstring, like a steel whip, lashed heavily across the guard's face, tearing off half an ear and a large chunk of flesh.

"what!"

Fresh blood gushed out.

The guard clutched his face and rolled on the ground, his piercing screams shattering the courage of the remaining three.

The shield formation collapsed instantly.

The three guards were so terrified that none of them dared to step forward.

There is only one goal.

Zhao He on horseback.

The old horse was still pacing around in a frenzy.

Zhao He grabbed the horse's neck with one hand, drew his sword with the other, and gritted his teeth as he slashed at Lu Jing.

"Go to hell!"

The blade whistled down.

The knife looked fierce, but the force was mostly dissipated due to the injury.

Lu Jing sidestepped the blade, and with his left hand, he grabbed the thick hemp rope on the ground that the nag had broken.

The rope was covered in mud and horse manure, making it so slippery that it was almost impossible to hold on.

My hand trembled, and I missed the loop on the first try.

The rope slid past Zhao He's arm.

A look of wild joy flashed in Zhao He's eyes, and he was about to strike again with his backhand.

But Lu Jing didn't give him a second chance to strike.

The moment the rope hit the ground, Lu Jing pulled the end of the rope back with his left hand and swung it sharply while Zhao He was swinging his knife.

The thick hemp rope drew a semicircle in mid-air, tightly wrapping around Zhao He's right arm that was holding the knife.

It was stuck right on the joint that had been injured by the axe earlier.

Old wounds plus new injuries.

"what!"

Zhao He screamed in agony as his sword clattered to the ground.

Lu Jing gripped the rope with both hands, kicked off the large blue stone beside him with both feet, and leaned backward using the recoil.

The wound on my side completely reopened at that moment.

The excruciating pain nearly caused him to collapse on the spot.

He clenched his teeth, put all his weight on the hemp rope, and dragged Zhao He off the horse.

boom!

The heavy, luminous armor slammed into the mud, splashing mud and water everywhere.

Zhao He had already lost a lot of blood, and this fall left him completely disoriented. He lay in the mud for a long time, unable to catch his breath.

Just as he tried to turn over, a military boot covered in blood and mud slammed down on his cheek.

The tip of the steel saber was pressed against the back of his neck.

It was icy cold.

The remaining three black-armored guards stood frozen in place.

Looking at the sergeant, half-covered in blood and resembling a god of death, the ferocity on his face turned into terror.

Clang.

I don't know who threw away the shield first.

The remaining two turned and ran, scrambling and crawling towards the camp gate.

Given Lu Jing's current state, chasing after him would be suicide.

Zhao He lay prone in the mud and spat out a mouthful of black water.

He mumbled incoherently, "Lu Jing, you dare to step on my face? I'll wipe out your whole family sooner or later..."

Lu Jing increased the pressure on his feet.

Zhao He's remaining half-sentence suddenly turned into a string of bubbling bubbles.

The skinny monkey poked half its head out of the mud pit and muttered, "Commander Zhao, you'd better shut up. If you keep cursing, you'll get full."

Several veterans around him burst out laughing.

The string that had been stretched to its limit finally loosened.

Lu Jing couldn't laugh.

The wound on my side was bleeding continuously, and I began to see double images briefly.

Even though I was shot in the rainforest in my past life, I've never been this weak.

The body's foundation had long been hollowed out by the corrupt officials of the Eighth Battalion, who fed it moldy coarse grains.

Lu Jing gritted his teeth, bent over, and used his knee to press against Zhao He's back.

He grabbed a thick hemp rope and quickly tied Zhao He's hands behind his back, making a tight knot.

Ji Ruxue walked over from the side.

She raised her hand to gather her disheveled long hair, then used her toes to pry open Zhao He's helmet.

The helmet rolled into the mud, revealing Zhao He's disheveled face.

Zhao He struggled to lift his head, about to speak, when Ji Ruxue stepped on his fingers.

"Zhao He".

She looked down at him, her voice icy.

"I will remember you."

Zhao He's face suddenly turned deathly pale.

Compared to Lu Jing's knife, those words terrified him even more.

Lu Jing glanced at Ji Ruxue.

"Step lightly, your finger is broken, it will be difficult to leave a fingerprint later."

Ji Ruxue's phoenix eyes turned cold.

He did indeed reduce the force of his footing.

Lu Jing reached out and fumbled around Zhao He's belt for a while before giving it a hard tug.

A brass waist tag engraved with the tiger totem of the Northern Xuan Army was torn off.

"Skinny monkey!"

Lu Jing yelled at the top of his lungs.

His voice carried a hint of ferocity.

The skinny monkey, hiding in the mud pit, looked at Lu Jing's fierce and seemingly about-to-collapse appearance and didn't dare to even breathe loudly.

"Squad Leader, I'm here."

Lu Jing slammed the blood-stained brass waist tag into the skinny monkey's arms.

The skinny monkey hurriedly caught it, and when he looked down, he was so frightened that he almost knelt back down in the mud.

"This, this is Commander Zhao's military token!"

"You're lucky you have eyes."

Lu Jing planted his saber in the mud in front of him and gasped for breath.

"Take this thing and bring Black Bear and the other guys who are fast on their feet."

He raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the main camp and the centurion's tent.

"Go to the centurion's tent and bring over all of Zhao He's remaining hundred reserve troops."

The skinny monkey stared wide-eyed, thinking he had misheard.

"Transfer...transfer Zhao He's people?"

"Sergeant, are you crazy? If they find out you kidnapped Commander Zhao, they'll slaughter our entire Eighth Battalion!"