Hearing Wei Quan's shout.
The surrounding soldiers all turned, looking toward Zhao Feng about ten zhang away.
Seeing this scene.
Wei Quan immediately understood, laughed loudly and said, "Zhao Feng, you rascal, that sword throw of yours was great—I almost got sent to see King Yan by this dog!"
"It's good that the Hundred Generals survives."
"I'll get back to carrying corpses," Zhao Feng replied with a grin.
Right now, he was still immersed in the excitement of having all his attributes break through two hundred, and he just got another Treasure Box reward—he wanted to sneak off and open it in secret.
"Hey, Mr. Zhao—"
"Stop right there."
"Do you know who you just killed?" Wei Quan called out, exasperated.
"Hundred Generals, just a particularly fierce Han soldier, right?"
"Who else?"
The soldiers around looked at Wei Quan, faces full of surprise.
The Han soldier lying on the ground was just wearing the standard Han army battle armor—there was nothing special about him.
Zhao Feng paused, glancing at Wei Quan.
Thanks to the system panel, he knew this guy was a Han Army Wanjiang (General Han Wan).
But seeing Wei Quan so agitated, could this Han Wan have an even more impressive identity?
Wei Quan simply raised his army token high, laughing, "This man is the son of Han Senior General Bao Yuan—Bao Qiu!"
"He was originally the Wanjiang commanding ten thousand, stationed at the Han border, but when Qin breached the frontier, we didn't manage to take him. Who'd have thought he'd play dead in a pile of corpses!"
"Zhao Feng, you've made a great achievement."
"You killed a general."
"And not just any general—the son of Han Senior General Bao Yuan!"
Then—
Wei Quan tossed his army token toward Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng caught it and took a look.
The army token had Bao Qiu's name written on it, in Han script.
On the battlefield—
As the only means of identification,
Hearing Wei Quan's words—
Zhao Feng stayed calm, but the surrounding soldiers were stunned.
"My god!"
"The Han border commander was just killed by Zhao Feng like that?"
"That's a huge merit!"
"This merit's enough for Zhao Feng to get three promotions, right?"
"He killed a general, that's not just a promotion, surely he'll get a title too!"
All the nearby soldiers started giving Zhao Feng envious looks.
Who wouldn't want such a great prize?
In the Qin Army, battlefield soldiers are called Elite Soldiers. As long as you go on the field, you get a junior title, but as a logistics soldier you get no rank, and even your annual pay is only half that of a first-rank noble.
You reap what you sow after all.
Elite Soldiers risk their lives on the field, but logistics troops face much less danger.
"Kid, aren't you even a bit happy?"
Looking at Zhao Feng's calm face, Wei Quan walked over, expression full of puzzlement.
"Hundred Generals."
"I just acted on impulse to save you, I really didn't think too much about it."
"You survived, so just take some rest. I'm off to haul more corpses." Zhao Feng smiled, handing the army token back to Wei Quan.
Then he turned around and went back to dragging corpses.
With this time, it's better to carry a couple more bodies, collect more attributes.
As for the rewards for killing generals—Zhao Feng honestly wasn't half as keen as he was on grabbing attributes.
"You little rogue…"
Looking at Zhao Feng, Wei Quan couldn't help but give a helpless smile.
Still—
Gratitude also shined in his eyes as he looked at Zhao Feng.
If it hadn't been for that strike from Zhao Feng just now, he really might've gone to see King Yan. A lifesaving debt—how could Wei Quan not be grateful?
"You there, a few men."
"Lift up this Bao Qiu's corpse, let's go report to the Army Marquis." Wei Quan ordered loudly.
"Yes sir!"
A few nearby soldiers immediately gathered and carried off Bao Qiu's corpse, while Wei Quan led them off to report to their superior, the Army Marquis.
"Maybe there are more survivors."
"Be careful as you look, maybe we'll score a huge merit too!"
Watching Wei Quan leave, the other soldiers from the Hundred Generals Camp also got excited, rooting through the corpse piles themselves, hoping to get lucky with a find like Bao Qiu.
But—
Zhao Feng, the very one who'd just killed a general, simply kept hauling corpses while checking over his attributes.
Host: Zhao Feng
Age: 15
Strength: 316 (The higher the strength, the more force you can unleash.)
Speed: 206 (The higher the number, the faster you move.)
Constitution: 208 (The higher your constitution, the faster you recover from injuries, and your stamina is inexhaustible.)
Spirit: 201 (The stronger your spirit, the clearer your mind, the more lucid your thoughts—reaching a certain level allows you to sense nature's spiritual energy…)
Lifespan: 86 years plus 68 days
Portable Space: 2 cubic meters
"Three hundred jin punch strength—one punch can kill a man."
"Two hundred speed points—I'm literally twice as fast as normal people."
"Constitution's gotta be about kidney function, right? If I get to 1000 points, would that be the legendary golden kidneys!"
"Spirit—so the higher it gets, the faster I sense spiritual energy. I read so many webnovels in my last life, cultivation always needs spiritual energy. Maybe I'll really get to cultivate someday?"
"Corpse-carrying soldier, good troop type!"
Looking at his current stats, Zhao Feng was feeling great.
This was the real drive behind his corpse-carrying!
Elsewhere—
Main camp of the Senior General.
This campaign to destroy Han—
King Ying Zheng of Qin issued an imperial decree for the Lantian Camp to set out.
Main General Li Teng led 100,000 troops to attack.
Senior General Wang Jian personally oversaw the front lines at the Qin-Han border.
"Father!"
"Our war's progressing fast."
"General Li Teng is already at Yang City."
"Within three months, the Han generals will all be wiped out."
Before the map of Han, Wang Ben—the deputy main general of the Lantian Camp—reported excitedly to Wang Jian.
"Han's territory is small, and their forces hardly muster 100,000. Do you know why the Great King had our entire Lantian Camp mobilize?" Wang Jian asked, smiling.
"The Great King's grand vision is to unify the world. Destroying Han only needs one Lantian main camp, but guarding against Zhao and Wei takes all the camp's might." Wang Ben replied at once.
"You're perceptive to see that."
"Years ago, we could've crushed Han at any time. The reason we waited for today was to seize this perfect moment and catch them off guard." Wang Jian said in a low voice.
Right at that moment—
"Report!"
"Reporting to the Senior General!"
"The logistics army just sent great news!" a trusted aide hurried into the tent.
"Speak."
Wang Jian waved a hand.
"The logistics found Bao Qiu."
"The corpse is outside," the aide reported respectfully.
"Four days at last…"
"Finally found him."
"Let's go take a look."
Wang Jian immediately stood and walked out of the tent.
Wang Ben followed close behind.
Outside the tent—
Bao Qiu's corpse lay there, a bloodstained sword still stuck in his chest.
"He only just died?"
Seeing Bao Qiu's body, Wang Jian immediately realized the blood was still fresh—it definitely wasn't someone dead for days.
"Senior General."
"This is the Army Marquis from logistics."
"It was his Army Marquis Camp that found Bao Qiu," the aide pointed at the Army Marquis who'd delivered the corpse.
"Who killed Bao Qiu?" Wang Jian asked, looking at the Army Marquis.
"Reporting to Senior General!"
"A logistics soldier from my Army Marquis Camp did it." replied the Army Marquis instantly.
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