A Scout Sent to Die from the Start, I Trained an Iron Army

After transmigrating into the role of a low-ranking scout on the northern frontier of the Great Jing, Lu Zheng received his first order: leave the pass tomorrow and die.

In three years, the Vanguard Battalion sent out 170 scouts. Nine came back.

The whole battalion treated the job as a death sentence. Lu Zheng glanced at the camp and said only three words: I can survive.

The next day, he left the pass alone. When he returned, he brought back a prisoner and a message:

The Northern Di are bringing three armies to attack the pass in three days.

The battalion promoted him to squad leader. Others asked for silver as a reward. He asked for men: the bullied, the nearly discharged, the ones nobody wanted.

With ten men, he ambushed forty cavalry at a narrow river crossing.

With a hundred men, he held the breach in the northern city wall.

With sixty men, he beat the thousand-household commander’s forty personal guards until their armor was covered in white dust.

Inside the city, a corrupt thousand-household commander. Outside, the Northern Di were pounding at the pass.

All he had was a band of soldiers rotten to the core.