"But it won't take long now."
"Once I finish collecting inside the city, all my attributes will surpass three hundred."
"By then, I should get another treasure box reward," Zhao Feng thought with satisfaction.
With the area outside Yang City cleared,
there were almost no surviving Qin Soldiers outside the city; any who were alive had already been rescued by their Pao Ze.
This was also the iron rule of the Qin Army, or rather, the brotherhood of Pao Ze—so long as anyone was still alive, even with a last breath, their comrades would carry them back, even in retreat.
"Logistics First Army Marquis Camp, assemble!"
Luo Chao barked an order.
The logistics soldiers of his Army Marquis Camp began to gather.
Zhao Feng was naturally among them.
"The area outside the city has been cleared."
"Next, we're to clear the inside of the city."
"Inside is not like outside. They were all Qin brothers out there, but inside most of the corpses are enemy soldiers. Be extremely careful when clearing, keep your weapons drawn at all times—don't get yourself killed for nothing."
"This round, our Logistics First Army Marquis Camp will take the lead clearing the city walls and outer city."
"In short, everyone stay alert."
Luo Chao instructed the thousand logistics soldiers standing before him.
Then,
Luo Chao waved his hand,
and the groups, led by their respective Hundred Generals, proceeded in order toward the city.
But after hearing Luo Chao's warning, many soldiers became visibly more cautious. If enemy soldiers were feigning death and launched a sudden sneak attack, it would be extremely dangerous indeed.
Bao Qiu had done exactly that—played dead, then suddenly exploded from the ground to kill.
"You all need to be especially careful, especially you, Zhao Feng."
"These enemy soldiers have all faced life and death, they're desperate men. If any living enemy soldiers are found, call buddies over to surround and kill them immediately."
Wei Quan turned his head to warn everyone, but especially emphasized Zhao Feng by name.
After all, Zhao Feng was always fully absorbed in carrying the corpses.
"Don't worry, General. I understand," Zhao Feng nodded solemnly.
But actually, he wasn't afraid—right now, his attributes, never mind fighting a hundred men, even a dozen enemies before him wouldn't be enough to threaten him.
Even a casual sword strike from him carried five hundred jin of force. Plus, his speed was extremely fast. To kill him, they'd need a rain of arrows, or he'd have to be trapped in a dire predicament.
Of course,
Zhao Feng was well aware of the enemy's desperation.
The Qin Army was renowned for its tiger-wolf-like ferocity throughout the world, and the military merit system had turned every Qin soldier into a killing instrument.
If it wasn't an organized surrender, with large numbers, the Qin might accept prisoners.
But once a city was breached, there was no more surrender—instead, the Qin Elite Soldiers would hunt them down like mad; even surrendering in person wouldn't save them, for every elite was seeking military merit.
So,
the enemy soldiers knew there'd be no survival in surrender; naturally, they would all fight to the death.
If they killed one Qin, it would be worth it; two, and it was a profit.
This was the cruelty of the age.
Once inside the city,
the scene was even more brutal than outside.
Bodies everywhere. Blood everywhere, dyeing the city walls red. Severed hands and feet everywhere. Any normal person would vomit at the sight.
When Zhao Feng had first set foot on a battlefield, he had vomited, but after so many days of dealing with corpses, he'd gotten used to it.
"Brothers, let's change the routine."
"Ten of you handle the finishing blows, twenty transport the bodies, the other twenty come carry with me," Zhao Feng turned to issue orders to his fifty men.
"Aye, sir!"
The soldiers responded in unison, then followed Zhao Feng up to the city walls, clearing the stairways first.
Looking at the corpses lying in every which direction,
Zhao Feng glanced over, then got straight to work carrying bodies.
"Touched ordinary soldier, collected 1 point of strength."
"Collected 1 point of speed."
"Collected 1 point of spirit."
...
As Zhao Feng got to work again, he started frantically collecting attributes.
As the first city wall captured by the Qin Army during the assault, no Han Soldiers pretending to be dead had been discovered yet.
Time passed,
and after Zhao Feng tossed two enemy corpses onto the ox cart,
"All attributes surpassed 300, reward: one First Tier Treasure Box."
"Collected from more than a thousand people, reward: [Method of Divine Sense Induction]." The panel displayed a prompt.
"Nice~"
"My strength increased again."
"Corpse bearer is really made for me."
Now that all his attributes exceeded three hundred, Zhao Feng felt his body grow even stronger, inside and out.
"Open First Tier Treasure Box," Zhao Feng instructed immediately.
Now he understood,
that whenever all his attributes reached a critical point, he'd get a treasure box reward.
"Open First Tier Treasure Box."
"Acquired one First Tier High Grade [Profound Iron Bow]." A prompt appeared on the panel.
"Not bad, no duds," Zhao Feng was very satisfied.
A First Tier high grade bow—this was definitely a deadly weapon.
"Method of Divine Sense Induction?"
Zhao Feng then looked at the reward he'd gotten for collecting from over a thousand people.
"Extract and learn," Zhao Feng said, puzzled, and learned it at once.
A golden glow flashed swiftly over Zhao Feng's body.
In that instant,
Zhao Feng understood.
"So that's it."
"Divine Sense is spiritual power—this induction method lets you project your spiritual power, to sense your surroundings."
"Isn't that exactly the divine sense cultivation I've read about in novels from my previous life?"
"Damn."
"I've actually gained this ability," Zhao Feng thought in excitement.
He immediately tried out the Method of Divine Sense Induction.
And sure enough,
now his perception wasn't just his physical body—even with his eyes shut, he could see everything around him with perfect clarity.
After the experiment,
"Looks like the range of the divine sense is three zhang, likely equal to my current spiritual power."
"That's one hell of a trump card."
"With divine sense spread out, everything within three zhang is crystal clear with no blind spots—no one can sneak up on me."
"Also, anyone feigning death will be obvious."
"But my spiritual power can only be projected—it hasn't yet transformed into true divine sense, so I still can't sense nature's spiritual energy."
"Or maybe this world doesn't have nature's spiritual energy?" Zhao Feng wondered silently.
He opened the attribute panel.
Age: 15
Strength: 512 (The higher the strength, the greater the force you can unleash.)
Speed: 365 (The higher the number, the faster the speed.)
Constitution: 321 (The stronger your constitution, the faster your wounds heal, and the more tireless your stamina.)
Spirit: 321 (The higher your spirit, the clearer your mind, your thinking, and your spiritual power can be projected. When increased enough, you can sense nature's spiritual energy.)
Lifespan: 86 years and 118 days
Portable Space: 3 cubic meters
Martial Technique: Explosive Fist (Basic mastery. Punches can deliver force twice your strength.)
"One step at a time, keep collecting attributes and growing stronger—that's the way forward."
With that thought,
Zhao Feng put aside his speculation about spiritual energy, refocused his mind, and continued to haul Han soldier corpses, collecting attributes as he went.
Time passed throughout this process.
Meanwhile,
on the other side of Yang City…
The Lantian First Main Camp's elite soldiers were hunting down Han troops who had fled after the rout at Yang City.
...