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

Every hair on Lu Jing's back stood on end.

This venomous sniping technique is unlike the wide-ranging archery style of barbarians.

Special forces soldiers, honed in the crucible of death, developed a crisis radar that provides constant early warnings.

His left arm was numb and limp, and the wound on his waist was still bleeding profusely from running.

Pounce forward? Too late; the arrows were faster than he could duck.

Should I dodge to the sides? The ground is covered in limp corpses and slippery intestines; there's no foothold.

Lu Jinghu instinctively reached for the hilt of the military dagger behind his waist.

The Great Yan Princess, who was originally hanging upside down on his shoulder like a rice bag, was now being used as a human-shaped windmill.

The bright red palace dress drew a poignant arc in mid-air, and the scattered jewels on her head made a crisp clinking sound.

Lu Jing forcefully flipped her 180 degrees, shielding her against his back.

Ji Ruxue felt dizzy and her stomach acid hadn't subsided when her back slammed heavily against Lu Jing's hard chainmail.

Forced to tilt their heads back.

A faint, eerie blue light magnified before my eyes.

The poisoned arrow was hurtling towards her brow, so close that she could see the patterns left by the quenching on the edge of the arrowhead.

Having lived for twenty-two years, even in the power struggles of the imperial court, I had never been so close to death.

This madman used her as a human shield!

Behind the thick smoke, the guards who fired the arrows had calculated the exact timing perfectly.

Commander Zhao gave a death order: take advantage of the chaos to chop up the Da Yan soldier wearing a centurion's chainmail, and make sure he doesn't return to camp alive.

He was 99% certain that this arrow would pierce the boy's spine.

The firelight flickered in the wind.

The guards clearly saw the person that Lu Jing had swung around.

The bright red palace dress stood out like fire amidst the blood, mud, and broken armor; her face was exquisitely beautiful, and there was a silver wolf pattern on the wreckage of the carriage illuminated by the firelight.

His scalp exploded on the spot, and his blood froze instantly.

Shoot and kill the eldest princess of the Great Yan?

This crime not only means that he himself will be executed by slow slicing, but even the yellow dog at the entrance of his hometown village will be punished with death by a thousand cuts.

In a panic, the guard instinctively shifted his wrist and forcefully plucked the bowstring with his fingers.

The arrow missed its mark by a full three inches.

The arrow grazed Ji Ruxue's cheek, its sharp edge severing a stray lock of hair from her temple and embedding itself deeply into the frozen ground beside her.

Its tail feathers trembled violently, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

A thin line of blood was scraped off Ji Ruxue's cheek by the arrow wind.

Her mouth was half-open, her mind a complete blank.

between breaths.

Lu Jing swiftly drew the rusty triangular dagger from his lower back and released it.

The bayonet whistled through the air with a chilling sound, piercing straight through the guard's thigh.

"what!"

The guard screamed and collapsed into the muddy water, clutching his thigh.

The blood gushing from the wound instantly stained the snow red.

He was writhing on the ground in pain as the rusty metal shards seeped into his veins.

Lu Jing swaggered over.

He glanced down at the poisoned arrow embedded in the ground, then brought it closer to his nose and smelled it.

It has a fishy, ​​pungent odor.

"Datura mixed with snake venom is a common substance used by spies in the Great Yan army."

His gaze then swept over the waist of the bodyguard.

The copper buckle was engraved with the fine lines that only the personal guards of the Eighth Battalion's centurion had, and the sole of the boot was still covered with the black mud that was unique to the rear camp's stables.

Zhao He's men.

Lu Jing nudged the bodyguard convulsing on the ground with his toe and grinned.

"Go back and tell Zhao He that even when sending people to their deaths, they should at least pick those with some sense. Your family's centurion dared to shoot even the Princess; are you sure you can stand up for yourself when they slap that treason charge on you?"

The guard gasped in pain, his eyes filled with horror.

How did he recognize himself as Zhao Baihu's man? How did he know that this was the Eldest Princess?

Lu Jing stepped directly over the convulsing body.

Shen Qingqiu and the skinny monkey scrambled to catch up.

The skinny monkey's broken wooden shield was almost falling apart, and his legs were shaking like a leaf.

"Brother Lu, what kind of mess have we made? We're being chased by the northern barbarians from behind, and our own people are shooting arrows from the shadows in front of us."

"Shut up, save your energy for running away."

Lu Jing carried Ji Ruxue and continued walking towards the Eighth Battalion's defensive line.

Ji Ruxue hung upside down on his shoulder. After the fear of being on the verge of death faded, what surged up was an overwhelming sense of humiliation and rage.

The dignified eldest princess of the Great Yan Dynasty was being carried like a dead pig by a lowly soldier, and was just used as a shield!

"Traitor...you beast who deserves to be torn to pieces!"

She cursed through gritted teeth, pinching Lu Jing's back hard with both hands.

Lu Jing was annoyed by her pinching.

Not only is it annoying, but there's also a hard object constantly pressing against my ribs, causing pain with every step I take.

His right hand went straight down to Ji Ruxue's waist.

"You dare touch me! I'll chop off your hand!" Ji Ruxue screamed, struggling violently.

"What are you yelling about?"

Hook your finger on a thread and pull hard.

He tore off a palm-sized, jet-black jade pendant.

The jade pendant feels warm and heavy in the hand. The front is engraved with intricate cloud patterns, while the back features the ancient seal script character "天" (tian, meaning sky).

Lu Jing tossed the jade pendant in his hand twice, then casually stuffed it into his pocket.

"With such a big weight hanging around your waist, no wonder you can't run. Confiscated, consider it payment for cleaning my clothes that you just dirtied."

Ji Ruxue felt a lightness around her waist, and when she saw what Lu Jing had stuffed into her arms, her face turned deathly pale, and even her breathing became erratic.

The Heavenly Order of Lan Yue Pavilion!

That was her proof of control over the core intelligence network of the Great Yan Dynasty and her ability to mobilize three thousand imperial guards at any time!

If this thing falls into the hands of this madman, the entire secret service system in the capital will be turned upside down.

"Give it back to me!"

Ignoring the discomfort of being upside down, she reached out to grab Lu Jing's collar.

"Do you know what that is? It's..."

"I don't care what it is." Lu Jing slapped her on the butt again without any politeness. "Shut up, or I'll throw you into the barbarian's manger in the back."

Ji Ruxue was trembling from the slap.

Throughout her life, even the current emperor has never laid a finger on her.

He bit his lip hard, his eyes surging with murderous intent.

Shen Qingqiu watched this scene from the side and silently hid the rusty dagger in his sleeve.

Even when her father was the Minister of Revenue, he didn't dare to look directly at this princess.

Now look what's happened; Lu Jing is using her as a punching bag, and he's even had his waist tag stolen.

This is practically dancing on the King of Hell's Book of Life and Death!

The whistles of the northern barbarian cavalry were getting closer and closer.