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

The Northern Barbarian archers, who were just about to launch their second volley, were stunned.

They raided grain, plundered strongholds, and took prisoners on the border; they could understand a few words of the Great Yan Mandarin.

Moreover, the squad leader had been living outside Yanmen Pass for many years, and although he spoke with a heavy grassland accent, he was more fluent than many of the Great Yan soldiers on the border.

But this was the first time they had ever seen someone hide behind cover and not fire a shot, instead launching into a tirade of insults.

Lu Jing hid behind the car wheel, leisurely adjusted to a comfortable position, and continued to output.

"You, the one on the left with four little braids! Yes, I'm talking to you! You're drawing your bow like a noodle, did you not eat or did you use up all your strength on your mother's belly last night? Your aim is so bad you can't even hit my grandma's bedpan!"

The cavalryman whose name was called turned red in the face, his hand trembled, and the arrow he had just nocked flew off and stuck in the rump of a dead horse.

"And the one on the right with the scimitar!" Lu Jing changed direction and started yelling, "The way you're swinging that scimitar, are you shearing sheep? Your hands are shaking like you're having epilepsy! With skills like that, even the sheepdogs on the grasslands would think you're too slow!"

The sergeant was furious and roared, ordering the firing to continue.

Arrows rained down on the grain carts once more.

Shen Qingqiu lay prone in the mud, gritted his teeth, glanced outside, and whispered, "He left the three riders on the left to watch the carriage, while the rest are keeping an eye on you."

"Do you understand?"

"Speaks a little bit of the northern barbarian language."

"That's perfect." Lu Jing tapped the tin horn, making the sound louder. "Listen to them and see which line they said was the most offensive."

Before Shen Qingqiu could answer, Lu Jing had already started yelling and continuing to curse.

"A dozen men surrounded a broken-down cart and fired, and they didn't even manage to shoot a single hair on my head! Is this all the brave warriors of the Northern Barbarians are capable of? I think you might as well cut off your two ounces of flesh and go to the palace to become eunuchs for the Emperor of Great Yan; at least you'd get a hot meal!"

The people of the grasslands revere strength and value honor above all else.

Being pointed at and called a eunuch by a lowly foot soldier of the Great Yan Dynasty, and told he was even worse than a woman, was more painful than being stabbed in the face.

The sergeant's eyes turned red with rage, burning with fury.

"You pigs and dogs of the Great Yan! I'll cut out your tongue and feed it to the eagles!"

He roared in his thick Mandarin, his spittle flying everywhere, as he threw away his bow, drew his gleaming scimitar, and spurred his horse's belly with both legs.

"Six men, follow me! Smash that junk car! Chop him into mincemeat!"

The other horse archers, after being yelled at by him, remained in place, their arrows pointing at the outer edge of the carriage, not daring to leave their posts.

But the squad leader couldn't care less about that now.

The seven warhorses broke away from their original tight guard formation and charged towards the grain carts like a herd of enraged wild bulls.

Warhorses galloped, their hooves thundering.

The once impenetrable defenses were breached by the escape of these seven riders, leaving a gaping, but deadly, opening.

"It's done."

Lu Jing threw away the tin megaphone and dusted off his hands.

The horse archers were lured out, but the three riders on the left hadn't fully turned around yet, and the heavy cavalry close to the carriage were too close, so their reaction would be a beat slower.

Squeeze in from here, hug the dead horse and rush to the gap in the barricade, steal the horse, change positions, and then hug the chariot again.

The combination of three factors: scattered troops, blind spots in vigilance, and time differences.

enough.

Shen Qingqiu raised his head from the mud and watched as seven tall horses charged towards him, brandishing curved blades. The overwhelming sense of oppression made his chest feel tight.

"They're charging in! The defenses have been breached, but we're going to be trampled into mincemeat!"

Lu Jing leaned against the grain cart, pulled out the fine steel saber from his waist, and casually wiped it on his blood-stained clothes.

"What's the panic? The delivery guy is here."

He looked at the warhorse that had leaped up first, his eyes filled with excitement.

Lu Jing bent down and rummaged through the pile of corpses that had been stacked behind the grain cart.

Shen Qingqiu thought he was looking for a weapon, but the next second, she saw Lu Jing straighten up.

He was carrying three bloody human heads in his hand.

That was the head of a northern barbarian, blood congealed, hair matted, heavy in the hand.

Lu Jing weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Heavier than a hand grenade, lighter than a shot put, it's passable.

"Come on, let's receive our guests."

He swung his arm in a wide arc as he faced the centurion who was charging at the front.

"Whoosh!"

The first head, accompanied by a whistling sound, struck precisely into the eye of the centurion's warhorse.

The first head, accompanied by a whistling sound, smashed into the warhorse, leaving its eye sockets a bloody mess.

The warhorse let out a mournful neigh, its front hooves suddenly reared up, and its massive body fell backward.

The sergeant never expected that what would come flying at him would be the head of one of his own men.

With his hands still gripping the scimitar, ready to slash, his body was thrown off balance by inertia and crashed heavily onto the frozen ground.

Using the force of twisting his waist and hips, Lu Jing flung the second and third heads off.

The second head struck the horse archer in the chest, and the man groaned as he fell off his horse.

The third bullet struck directly into the middle of the herd of horses.

The startled warhorses jostled and bumped into each other, throwing the originally aggressive seven-horse charge into disarray.

"Walk!"

Lu Jing let out a low growl, picked up his fine steel saber, and ducked into the chaotic gap between the warhorses trampling each other.

The skinny monkey, holding the tattered wooden shield, ran desperately behind with his eyes closed.

A stray arrow grazed Shen Qingqiu's temple.

The skinny monkey let out a strange cry in fright and lunged to the side, his wooden shield accidentally landing on Shen Qingqiu's shoulder.

With a "thud," the arrow pierced the wooden shield, almost going right through.

Skinny Monkey's wrist went numb from the shock, his face turned pale, but he still managed to curse.

"Damn it, we almost nailed Monkey King to the flagpole."

Shen Qingqiu gripped the rusty dagger tightly, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat.

She watched as Lu Jing, like a slippery eel, weaved between two frenzied warhorses, and with a swift stroke, severed the Achilles tendon of one of the horses' left forelegs.

The warhorse collapsed with a crash, its massive body blocking the pursuit route of the several northern barbarian soldiers behind it.

This madman's intuition about the battlefield is terrifyingly accurate.

The encirclement was forcibly torn open.

Less than thirty steps ahead was the four-wheeled carriage with the silver wolf flag.

But continuing to advance these thirty steps will be as difficult as climbing to the sky.

A northern barbarian archer cavalryman circled out from the side, his bow fully drawn, the arrowhead aimed at Lu Jing's ribs.

Shen Qingqiu's expression changed, and he said hurriedly, "He was calling for the left-hand side to come over. I only understood a few words. When my father was in the Ministry of Revenue, we hired a Northern Barbarian interpreter, and I learned the grassland language for a few years."

Lu Jing's eyes darted around, and he opened his mouth and shouted in broken grassland language.

"There are Great Yan troops lying in ambush on the right!"

The horse archer was clearly stunned and instinctively turned his head to look.

It's now!

Lu Jing had already rolled close to the ground and was under the horse's belly when he swung his saber upwards.

The blade sliced ​​open the horse's belly, and hot blood and intestines flowed out.

The horse archer screamed as he fell from his horse and was trampled into the mud by the warhorses charging from behind.

The smell of blood in the air was nauseating.

The bodies of more than a dozen guards dressed in the elite heavy armor of the Great Yan lay scattered in the mud around the silver carriage; not one of them was alive.

The outermost ring of Northern Barbarian Iron Pagodas had already pressed down on the carriage.

The leading Northern Barbarian general raised his heavy spiked club and roared something in the grassland language.

Shen Qingqiu translated in a low voice from behind.

"He said to capture them alive, so the general could use the people in the chariot as a sacrifice for the flag!"

Lu Jing licked the blood off his lips.

"Trying to steal my goods? No way!"

The carriage was made of fine Phoebe zhennan wood and covered with a thin layer of silver foil.

The surface was now covered with knife marks and arrow holes.

Several Northern Barbarian Ironclad warriors had already dismounted from their warhorses, stepping over the corpses of the Silver Wolf Guards, and reached out to grab the door frame of the carriage.

The heavy brocade curtain was violently ripped open by an iron hand, the golden hook snapped, and half of the curtain fell into the blood and mud.

The scene inside was exposed to the firelight.

A woman dressed in a bright red palace gown sat regally in the carriage.

Ji Ruxue.

The eldest princess of the Great Yan Dynasty, wielding immense power.