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

Lu Jing grinned.

"Who said I tied them up?"

He kicked Zhao He, who was on the ground.

"Go tell those reserve troops that Commander Zhao was ambushed by spies from the northern barbarians while scouting military intelligence at the granary and was seriously wounded."

"Commander Zhao has ordered them to immediately be fully armed and proceed to the Eighth Battalion to quell the rebellion!"

"Anyone who dares to delay will be court-martialed!"

Skinny Monkey clutched his waist token, completely unable to process what was happening.

Use Zhao He's military tally to mobilize Zhao He's troops to quell Zhao He's own rebellion.

What the hell is this?

He looked down at his waist tag and felt a little uneasy.

"But they might recognize Commander Zhao, not necessarily this badge. What if they ask me questions if I go and give them orders?"

"It's not important that they recognize it, what's important is that they don't dare to gamble."

Lu Jing pointed to the black-armored guard whose face had been whipped by a bowstring in the mud.

"Take off his black armor and pick up Zhao He's broadsword. It's so dark, and you're wearing your personal guard armor, carrying your centurion's badge and sword. Just say it's an urgent military situation."

"Remember, don't give them a chance to ask questions. Go in and kill the slowest one first, accuse him of delaying military operations and colluding with spies."

Lu Jing's smile grew increasingly cold.

"Once they see the blood, they will naturally believe it."

The skinny monkey felt a chill run down his spine.

This is the first time I've discovered that killing someone doesn't necessarily require a knife.

Sometimes, a single sentence can drive a person to their death.

"What are you standing there for? Waiting for me to treat you to some special-supply meat? Get lost!"

Lu Jing cursed angrily.

The skinny monkey seemed to wake from a dream and hurriedly told the black bear and the others to take off the black armor of their personal guards.

He picked up Zhao He's sword again and put the waist token into his pocket.

The group dared not delay any longer and scrambled into the night.

Lu Jing watched them run away.

I finally couldn't hold on any longer.

He knelt on one knee in the mud, gripping the hilt of his saber with both hands to keep himself from falling headfirst.

At the edge of his field of vision, Shen Qingqiu, dragging the broken ceramic basin, emerged from behind the barricades where the smoke had dissipated.

She looked at Lu Jing kneeling in the mud.

"You can't even stand properly, yet you dare to bring in Zhao He's reserve team."

Shen Qingqiu's voice trembled.

"Aren't you afraid of messing things up and us all dying together?"

Lu Jing coughed violently twice.

"Ahem... The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish."

He looked up, his eyes flashing terrifyingly bright in the firelight.

"Gu Changfeng tried to kill me with a broken knife, so I tied up his dog and made him use his lackeys to guard my door."

Lu Jing grinned.

"Tonight, it's my turn to be the dealer."

After the silhouettes of Skinny Monkey and his companions were swallowed by the night, the Eighth Battalion fell silent once more.

Nearly two hours later, it was already late at night.

In front of the Hundred-Household Camp, two basins of tallow torches crackled and burned, illuminating the area several meters around them.

Li Si, the flag officer guarding the gate, was dozing off against the barricade.

Not long ago, a faint commotion was heard from the main camp.

A messenger rode up on a fast horse, shouting something like "The Eighth Battalion has mutinied."

Li Si was filled with doubt.

Zhao Baihu led thirty of his most elite black-armored guards to the Eighth Battalion tonight to settle the matter. How could they possibly be unable to subdue a group of hungry ghosts who didn't even have swords?

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the darkness in the distance.

"Who goes there!"

Li Si suddenly straightened up and drew the goose-feather knife from his waist.

The four guards on either side immediately raised their spears, the tips of which were all pointed into the darkness.

"We're on the same side! Get out of the way!"

The skinny monkey let out a hoarse howl and stumbled into the firelight.

His helmet was askew, his black armor was covered in mud and blood, and he was clutching something tightly in his arms.

Behind him followed Black Bear and several others, each wearing ill-fitting black armor.

With his head down and his steps unsteady, he looked as if he had just crawled out of a pile of corpses.

Li Si breathed a slight sigh of relief after seeing the men's attire, but he didn't withdraw the long spear that was blocking his way.

"Stop! What are you doing wandering around in the middle of the night? Password!"

The skinny monkey ran to the barricade, his legs still trembling.

He stared at the spear, which was held two inches away from his chest.

His mind went blank for a moment, and all the things Lu Jing had just taught him vanished from his memory.

We're doomed.

Seeing that he was about to be exposed, the black bear standing behind him quietly took half a step forward and pinched the skinny monkey's thigh hard.

"Aww!"

The skinny monkey jumped up in pain.

The pain snapped the taut string in my mind.

He recalled Zhao He's words about digging up ancestral graves, and then he remembered Lu Jing's pale face that looked like it wanted to devour people.

Either way, it's a dead end.

Fight!

"Screw your orders!"

Skinny Monkey slapped away the spear in front of him, stared at Li Si with bloodshot eyes, and spat all over his face.

"Commander Zhao was surrounded by hundreds of mutineers at the Eighth Battalion's granary! Northern barbarian spies were also inside! The lord was stabbed three times, and even his wrist guards were cut off!"

He pulled the iron wrist guard, stained with sticky blood, from his pocket and slammed it onto the barricade with a "clang".

Immediately afterwards, the brass waist tag was held up right under Li Si's nose.

"Open your dog eyes and look! What is this?!"

"I led a few brothers through a bloody battle to get reinforcements, and you're trying to trip me up with a password?"

"You delayed the rescue of Commander Baihu; you could have had enough heads for Mr. Gu to chop them off!"

Li Si was stunned by the scolding.

I subconsciously looked down.

The familiar tiger descending the mountain was engraved on the iron wrist guard, with copper trim around the edges; it was indeed something that Commander Zhao wore close to his body.

In addition, there was the genuine military tally and the rumors of mutiny that had recently spread from the main general's camp.

Everything matches perfectly!

Cold sweat broke out on Li Si's back.

He was making plans in his mind very quickly.

If Commander Zhao were to perish in the Eighth Battalion, all the reserve troops left behind would be in serious trouble.

But if we lead people to rescue the emperor now, it would be a life-saving grace, like sending charcoal in the snow. Wouldn't we be able to walk around like peas in the Hundred-Household Camp from now on?

"Quickly! Move the barricades away!"

Li Si kicked the stunned guard in the buttocks.

"Blow the whistle! Wake up everyone in the barracks! Put on your armor! Get your crossbows!"

A sharp wooden whistle pierced the night sky.

The camp of a hundred households was immediately thrown into chaos.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the fully armed reserve team number 120 had assembled.

The team was led by Zhao He's deputy, Commander Wang Meng.

Wang Meng, a seasoned veteran.

While tying his cloak around his neck, he stared intently at the iron gauntlets on the barricade, his eyes darting around.

If Zhao He dies, he can naturally take over the position of centurion.

But if Zhao He hadn't died, and knew that he had stood by and watched someone die, he would have skinned him alive when he got back.

Moreover, the waist tag and wristbands had already been delivered to the camp gate, leaving no room for pretending to be deaf and dumb.

"Lead the way!"

Wang Meng drew his long sword and pointed it in the direction of the Eighth Battalion.

"Brothers, those peasants in the Eighth Battalion have rebelled! Follow me to quell the rebellion! One string of cash for every rebel we kill! Everyone who rescues the centurion will be rewarded!"

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

The eyes of the more than one hundred armored soldiers turned red as they held up torches.

The ground thumped under their feet, like a black torrent, as they followed the skinny monkey straight to the Eighth Battalion.