"It's the first time I've seen a soldier this diligent in carrying corpses."
A lot of the gravediggers looked at Zhao Feng's back and sighed.
As for the great cause of corpse-carrying, Zhao Feng was certainly full of motivation.
He returned to the battlefield once again.
The comrades from the Army Marquis Camp naturally couldn't help but joke that Zhao Feng was born to be a corpse-carrying soldier.
Zhao Feng just smiled without saying a word.
You guys have no idea I can get stronger by carrying corpses!
Go ahead and laugh—I'll keep quiet!
Even though he wasn't joining the Qin Army in their assault on the city, staying in the logistics camp was still dangerous. What if there was an enemy playing dead? What if there was a sudden sneak attack? That could all be fatal.
Now with this chance to get stronger, Zhao Feng had to seize it and make himself powerful.
Just like they say in the modern army camps: train harder in peace, bleed less in war.
Zhao Feng had the same attitude—raise all his attributes as much as possible. That's his way to save his own skin. He didn't care about promotions or titles. He just wanted to survive two years and go home.
So what if he was reborn and knew history?
He wasn't the son of any prince or noble, not some big family offspring. How many ideas could he have anyway?
And even if the Qin's military merit system is fair, it's still gambling with your life to earn those merits!
"You touched Lord Han and gained 5 Strength, 5 Speed, 5 Constitution, 5 Spirit, and 5 Lifespan."
"First time looting an officer—Army Marquis of Han, who carries the nation's Qi Fortune—one First Tier Treasure Box awarded." The system panel displayed the prompt.
Seeing this—
Zhao Feng's face lit up with joy: "Didn't expect officer corpses to give better attributes, plus a treasure box reward."
"Is this considered a lucky drop?"
"Open the treasure box." Zhao Feng ordered impatiently.
"First Tier Treasure Box opened, you received [Protective Inner Armor]." The system panel popped up.
"A life-saving divine artifact!"
"I'll put it on once I get back." Zhao Feng thought excitedly.
This round, picking up Lord Han's attributes and a treasure box, made Zhao Feng even more fired up.
Zhao Feng scanned around, looking for officer corpses from Han, hoping to find a few more Han surrendered-officers—those attributes outclass the rest.
Zhao Feng was both carrying bodies to the oxcart and scanning at the same time.
And right at that moment—
The Hundred Generals camp Zhao Feng belonged to was moving bodies with a few others.
When they reached a pile of corpses and prepared to move it—
Suddenly—
From within the pile, a pair of eyes quietly opened. As Qin soldiers approached, his hand quietly gripped his sharp sword.
As a few Qin soldiers got closer—
The Han soldier in the pile suddenly sprang up and stabbed out with his sword.
With one strike—
A miserable scream followed and the sword pierced straight through a logistics soldier who wasn't wearing any battle armor.
The Han soldier kicked out, pulled his bloodied sword free, and immediately glared at the nearby unguarded logistics soldiers, charging with his sword—crazy fierce.
This sudden twist scared the surrounding soldiers who were clearing the battlefield.
But their leading Hundred General reacted instantly, drew his sword, and shouted, "Enemy! Draw swords and kill!"
Logistics soldiers nearby quickly gathered, swords drawn, flames of determination burning in their eyes.
They were logistics, but they also had the right to kill enemies for promotion.
Collecting bodies on the battlefield wasn't as deadly as fighting at the front lines—but you could still run into enemies pretending to be dead. Scary, sure, but also a great chance to earn merit.
"Kill him!"
The Hundred General shouted.
More than a dozen Qin soldiers charged straight at the Han officer.
Not far away—
Zhao Feng saw it all.
"Pretending to be dead in one spot for three days, dodged three sweeps—this Han soldier's endurance is off the charts." Zhao Feng thought to himself.
After major battles—
First, the armored elite would clear the field, which basically meant giving any surviving enemy a finishing blow to make sure they were truly dead.
Then the logistics would sweep twice more with their own finishing blows.
You could say for this Han officer to survive till now was pretty damn rare.
Watching more than a dozen comrades gang up for the kill, eager to get merit for slaying this Han soldier, Zhao Feng didn't rush in. He wasn't looking to steal the credit—this Han guy was already as good as dead.
But Zhao Feng and the surrounding Qin soldiers underestimated how ferocious this Han soldier really was.
He scanned the crowd, locked eyes on the commander at the rear—Hundred General Wei Quan.
Then he charged out.
With one sword strike, he killed a Qin soldier in the way, kicked forward, and charged right at the Hundred General.
Clearly—
This Han soldier wasn't ordinary.
He knew to target the officer first.
Wei Quan stayed calm, sword raised to meet him.
But right as their swords clashed, the Han soldier reacted lightning-fast—blocked, shocked Wei Quan's sword, and kicked out at him.
Wei Quan took the kick hard and fell flat on his back.
The Han soldier's eyes were bloodthirsty. Gripping the sword with both hands, he brought it down aiming for Wei Quan.
The soldiers nearby rushed up, but they were out of time.
"Shit!"
"This guy isn't a normal Han soldier!"
Zhao Feng saw this and knew something was wrong.
If he didn't make a move now, the Hundred General who'd always looked out for him would be dead.
Zhao Feng glanced down at his sword, took a throwing stance, and suddenly hurled it at the Han soldier.
Whoosh!
The sword sliced through the air, aimed straight at its target.
Just as the Han soldier was about to stab Wei Quan—
Thud—
The Han soldier's body shuddered, pain in his eyes. He struggled, looked down at his chest, and saw the bloodstained sword had pierced through him. In disbelief, his sword dropped slowly to the ground, and finally, his whole body fell sideways, collapsing on the ground.
Wei Quan, in front of him, just barely survived.
"You killed a Han Army Wanjiang—gained 20 Strength, 20 Speed, 20 Constitution, 20 Spirit, and 20 Lifespan."
"All Attributes surpassed 200—one First Tier Treasure Box awarded." The system panel displayed the prompt.
Seeing this—
Zhao Feng was shocked: "No wonder this guy was so fierce, turns out he was a Han Army Wanjiang."
"And not only can I loot attributes, I can gain them by killing too."
"Awesome."
"All my attributes are over 200 now!"
Zhao Feng thought, thrilled.
Right then—
Wei Quan snapped back from the edge of death, stood up, and squatted down to check on the enemy who almost killed him.
He fumbled at the corpse's waist and pulled out a military token.
"Hundred General, are you alright?"
"That Han soldier was a monster."
"Two of our brothers died to him."
A logistics soldier said in anger, giving the dead Han officer a kick out of spite.
"He's no ordinary Han soldier," Wei Quan said, glancing at the token, a look of shock in his eyes.
Soon—
Wei Quan looked at the gathered soldiers and shouted, "Who threw that sword just now?"
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