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

The outside world had turned into a battlefield, yet she remained sitting upright.

The golden hairpin on her head swayed slightly in the wind, reflecting dazzling fragments of light.

There was no panic on that stunningly beautiful face.

All the guards outside are dead.

The hope of breaking out has been completely dashed.

Several Northern Barbarian Ironclad Pagoda soldiers reached out to grab the edge of the carriage.

Ji Ruxue took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

He pulled a sharp, pure gold hairpin from his hair bun and, without the slightest hesitation, aimed it at his own throat.

Stab it in hard.

The sharp gold hairpin pierced her delicate skin, and bright red blood seeped out.

Upon seeing this, Shen Qingqiu covered her mouth in horror.

The Northern Barbarian general leading the group also changed his expression and reached out to stop them.

—If he really dies on the battlefield, he'll be skinned alive by his commander when he gets back.

The moment the hairpin was about to pierce the carotid artery.

A figure covered in blood and mud, like a flying cannonball, slid across the ground between the legs of the group of heavily armored northern barbarian soldiers.

Mud and water splashed everywhere.

Lu Jing's back scraped against the icy ground as he slid at an incredible speed.

He tried to use his left hand to brace himself and adjust his direction, but his numb left arm suddenly went limp, and he almost fell to the side.

Lu Jing grunted, twisted his waist and abdomen forcefully, and used his back to rub a series of bloody marks on the frozen ground before pulling his body back into a straight line.

Using the momentum of the slide, he suddenly flicked his right hand upwards.

The steel saber seized from the centurion was used to cut upwards along the bottom panel of the carriage door.

The tip of the knife struck the side of the gold hairpin with precision.

"Ding!"

Ji Ruxue felt a sharp pain in her tiger's mouth and her entire arm went numb.

The pure gold hairpin flew out of her hand and landed in the bloody mud outside the carriage, littered with severed limbs.

Ji Ruxue suddenly opened her eyes.

With his mouth slightly open, he stared in astonishment at the mud monkey that had suddenly appeared at the edge of the carriage.

Lu Jing braced himself against the carriage shaft with one hand, then suddenly exerted force with his waist and abdomen, leaping into the carriage like a cheetah.

He grabbed Ji Ruxue's small hand with such force that he almost crushed her bones.

"What do you mean 'die'?!"

Lu Jing's perfect, thick Mandarin of the Great Yan Dynasty sprayed directly onto Ji Ruxue's face.

"How much of the national treasury's money did it take to raise you to have that physique? What a waste of national resources!"

Ji Ruxue's mind went blank.

In her twenty-two years of life, no one had ever dared to speak to her in such a vulgar, offensive, and extremely common tone.

Not to mention he was holding her wrist.

"presumptuous!"

Ji Ruxue instinctively adopted the airs of a princess and reprimanded her sternly.

"Who do you think you are! How dare you touch me! Let go of me!"

"Stop putting on airs."

Lu Jing rolled his eyes, completely ignoring her anger.

The northern barbarian soldiers outside had already reacted and surrounded them, brandishing their weapons.

Now, time is of the essence.

Lu Jing loosened his grip on the knife with his right hand and wrapped his arm around Ji Ruxue's waist.

Under Ji Ruxue's incredulous gaze, he suddenly pressed his shoulder down, pressing against her stomach, and exerted force with his legs.

He simply hoisted the high and mighty Princess Da Yan onto his right shoulder, like carrying a 50-pound sack of rice, head down.

"What...what are you doing! Let me go! You traitor!"

Ji Ruxue lost her balance, her brain became congested with blood, and her stomach churned violently as Lu Jing's hard chainmail pressed against her.

Her once-proud demeanor vanished in that moment.

The hair ornaments on her head fell loose, and her long, black hair hung down, sweeping across the blood-soaked footboard.

The hem of the gorgeous bright red palace dress dragged directly on the muddy ground, covered with blackish-red grime.

She kicked her legs frantically, clenching her fists and pounding hard on Lu Jing's back.

Lu Jing felt a sharp pain in his waist wound from her punching, and his legs swayed.

Outside the carriage, two Northern Barbarian Ironclad Pagoda soldiers had already rushed to the door, one wielding an axe and the other a spear, the spear tip aimed specifically at Lu Jing's calf.

If they keep moving around like this, they'll both get stabbed to pieces.

"Behave yourself!"

Lu Jing raised his left hand and slapped Ji Ruxue's plump buttocks hard without any hesitation.

"Snapped!"

The sound was crisp and clear.

Ji Ruxue was completely stunned.

That slap struck the princess's dignity like a thunderbolt.

She bit her lip, her eyes reddening with extreme humiliation.

Tear this incomprehensible madman to pieces.

That was the only thought in her mind at that moment.

Outside the carriage, the Northern Barbarian general had already led several Ironclad Cavalry soldiers to block the door.

The heavy spiked club was raised high, carrying a strong stench of blood.

"Put her down! I'll leave you with a whole corpse!"

The Northern Barbarian general roared in the broken language of the Great Yan.

Lu Jing gripped the steel saber again with his right hand and held Ji Ruxue's thigh with his left, making her more stable.

He strode to the edge of the carriage.

Faced with the spiked club that was about to fall on his head, Lu Jing simply pushed Ji Ruxue forward on his shoulder...

The princess's stunningly beautiful face crashed head-on into the rough iron spikes of the spiked club.

The northern barbarian general's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The commander gave a death order: if this woman lost even a hair, his entire family would be executed.

The spiked club came to an abrupt stop.

Ji Ruxue hung upside down on Lu Jing's shoulder, looking at the iron spikes so close to her, her inner clothes soaked with cold sweat.

"See that?"

Lu Jing tapped the car door frame with the back of his knife, grinning like a rogue haggling at a market.

"This thing is better than any shield. It's physical bulletproof, you know?"

He carried Ji Ruxue and jumped directly off the carriage.

The moment he landed, the wound on his side twitched violently, Lu Jing's vision went black, and he almost knelt down.

The Northern Barbarian Ironclad Cavalry around them, hesitant to act for fear of harming Lu Jing, formed a circle with their swords and spears, moving with him, none daring to make the first move.

Shen Qingqiu and the skinny monkey hid behind a pile of corpses not far away, watching Lu Jing carry the Great Yan Princess and swagger out of the encirclement of the Northern Barbarians' heavy troops.

The skinny monkey rubbed his eyes, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.

"Brother Lu, this... this is like plucking hairs from the head of the King of Hell!"

"What are you looking at! Finish your goods and get out of here!"

Lu Jing roared at them, and at the same time used the back of his knife to smash aside a Northern Barbarian spear blocking his way.

The northern barbarian general's face turned ashen, and he urgently gave orders in the grassland language.

Shen Qingqiu's face turned pale upon hearing this.

He said, "Go around to the side and shoot your leg!"

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

Sure enough, a Northern Barbarian archer circled around to the left side of the dead horse's body, knelt in the mud, and lowered the arrow tip, aiming at Lu Jing's knee.

Without stopping, he slumped his shoulders and swung Ji Ruxue's dangling leg to the left.

The archer's arrow stopped abruptly.

When Ji Ruxue saw the arrow pointed at her ankle, she trembled with anger, but dared not move.

"mean!"

"Thank you for the compliment."

Lu Jing grinned.

The Northern Barbarian soldiers dared not harm Ji Ruxue, which gave Lu Jing a lot of room to maneuver.

He specifically targets unlucky guys with long weapons and difficult-to-return attacks.

If someone blocks the way, he will simply use Ji Ruxue's head or legs to block them. When the other party hastily withdraws and exposes an opening, he will use his saber to sever the other party's knee ligaments.

Such smooth and effortless behavior is utterly shameless.

Ji Ruxue was used as a shield from all angles, being tossed around in mid-air.

I not only felt humiliated, but also felt like vomiting.

My stomach was churning violently, and my vision was blurring in waves.

She vowed that once she escaped, she would gather three thousand Silver Wolf Guards and chop this bastard who had used her as a punching bag into mincemeat to feed to the dogs.

The encirclement was forced open by Lu Jing's thuggish tactics, creating a passage.

Not far ahead was the pile of tattered barricades they had just charged at.

Once they return to the chaotic ranks of the routed Great Yan army, the Northern Barbarian heavy cavalry will be unable to launch a pursuit.

"Don't let your legs give way, run!"

Lu Jing called to Shen Qingqiu and the skinny monkey.

Just as he was carrying Ji Ruxue, preparing to step over the dead horse's corpse and retreat,

The hairs on the back of Lu Jing's neck stood on end.

A clear battlefield intuition.

A venomous snake lurked in the chaos of battle, its eyes fixed on his back.

A thought just flashed through my mind.

Damn it, which scoundrel has abandoned all martial ethics again?

Behind the pile of corpses in the distance, Shen Qingqiu's pupils suddenly contracted.

She saw a bow silently drawn taut deep within the thick smoke, the bowstring stretched taut.

With a flicker of firelight, the arrowhead, coated with a layer of dark blue grease, reflected a chilling light in the wind and snow.