"Bullshit."
"This city is the strongest stronghold in Han, known as a military powerhouse."
"I bet only our Qin could manage to break through in just ten days." Wei Quan said, not in a good mood.
"We took it, sure, but so many people died."
"That's just fate."
Zhao Feng sighed as he glanced around.
"Don't get sentimental. These lives don't count for shit. As long as Han is wiped out, it doesn't matter how many the Qin sacrifices—it's worth it." Wei Quan let out a short laugh, utterly clear-eyed about it all.
"Lucky for us we got assigned to the logistics army."
"Otherwise, who knows, I might be one of those corpses myself."
At this moment, Zhao Feng felt even more thankful and emotional.
He looked at the dead Daqin Elite Soldiers outside the city walls—most shot to death by random arrows, others smashed to pulp by the city's stone throwers.
This kind of brutality is on another level—much crueler than the frontier skirmishes.
No matter how Zhao Feng's picked up attributes had improved him, or how much stronger he'd gotten, faced with a rain of arrows, he'd be dead just like the rest.
Seeing all this,
Zhao Feng's resolve grew even firmer: he needed to lay low and survive—no heroics.
The logistics army is good. Two years of service and I'll put down roots here.
Right then!
A general in black armor, protected by hundreds of cavalry, rode up outside Yang City.
"All soldiers of the logistics army, listen up."
"The situation in Yang City is stabilized."
"My Lantian First Main Camp Elite Soldiers are pursuing the routed enemy. Clearing Yang City is your responsibility now."
"If you find wounded on the battlefield, bring them immediately to the Wounded Soldier Camp."
"You have five days to clean up Yang City."
The general barked out these orders loudly.
Hearing this voice,
Zhao Feng looked over in surprise—he saw, even from a distance, the black-armored war general, slender build, pale face, and something strange about the voice.
"One look and it's obvious—a woman dressed as a man. Are people blind?" Zhao Feng decided in an instant the Qin general was female.
Then,
"Can women even become generals in Qin?" Zhao Feng turned and asked Wei Quan, confused.
"What woman general?" Wei Quan was baffled.
Hearing this,
Zhao Feng glanced at Wei Quan with a weird look: "Brother Wei, are you really blind, or just pretending? "
"That general is obviously a woman."
As Zhao Feng said this, he peeked at the female general giving out orders.
Wei Quan took a look, totally stunned: "That's a woman? No way."
"Screw it."
Zhao Feng couldn't be bothered to explain anymore.
This isn't just being blind. This is blind as a bat.
"Mr. Zhao, you'd better watch what you say."
"Look at the cavalry around that general—their armor shows they're trusted aides, and every one's got at least a third-rank title. That means this general's status is high. Either a deputy to the main general, or someone close to a Shangjiangjun." Wei Quan lowered his voice.
"Relax, relax." Zhao Feng nodded, dropping the whole business about women generals.
None of this had anything to do with him anyway.
Once the female general finished, she led her troops at a gallop into the city.
"Brother Wei."
"I'm going to take our men to haul corpses."
"Brothers."
"Thirty of you handle the carts, the rest with me to carry." Zhao Feng spoke to his fifty subordinates.
Compared to a few days back, Zhao Feng was now a squad leader with fifty men. No more wasting time with cart-pulling himself—he could focus on collecting attributes.
"Yes, sir."
The fifty soldiers responded in unison.
Zhao Feng headed straight to the battlefield and started hauling bodies.
"Successfully picked up 1 point of Lifespan."
As soon as he lifted someone, Zhao Feng already got a reward.
Of all the attributes, Lifespan is the hardest to find. The most common are Strength and Speed.
"A great start."
"Keep going."
Zhao Feng grinned to himself.
He carried the corpse onto the ox-cart right away.
The corpses outside the city were all Daqin Elite Soldiers, so you couldn't just mishandle them like enemy bodies.
"Touched ordinary soldier."
"Successfully picked up 1 point of Speed."
"Successfully picked up 1 point of Strength."
...
Zhao Feng carried bodies tirelessly, picking up attributes as he went.
"Touched a Qin Hundred General, successfully picked up 5 points of Strength."
Seeing this,
he glanced at the corpse riddled with arrows in front of him.
"Yeah, just lives, all the same."
"Rest in peace." Zhao Feng muttered, loading it onto the cart.
Then continued moving bodies.
"Touched a Qin Military Marquis, successfully picked up 10 points of Strength, 10 points of Speed."
Another nice haul.
"Arrows don't care about rank—it's all just luck at that point."
"A Marquis who commands thousands ends up like this. Living is what matters most."
"Power is tempting, but life is worth more."
"Emperor Qin Shi Huang may unify the world—his achievements are eternal—but who remembers the countless soldiers who died for that unity?"
"No wonder the saying goes, 'For every general's glory, ten thousand bones bleach on the field.'"
Hauling in an even bigger official, Zhao Feng felt this all the more deeply.
With his knowledge of history, this bloody battlefield gave Zhao Feng a heightened awareness unknown to people of this era.
He'd never die for royal power, never be a sucker—he only wanted to live for himself.
If not for the draft, Zhao Feng would never have come to this battlefield.
"Get stronger."
"Only by becoming strong enough can no one kill me."
"When I get my attributes above 1000, I'll be like an unkillable cockroach. Who knows how powerful you get at that level?" Zhao Feng mused to himself.
He sped up his attribute collecting.
It wasn't that Zhao Feng didn't want to just touch and grab instantly—the system required at least five breaths of contact with the target to harvest attributes.
The three thousand logistics soldiers cleaned up the battlefield quickly.
In less than half a day,
the outside battlefield was pretty much cleared.
Nearly ten thousand Daqin Elite Soldier corpses were removed.
The other seven thousand logistics troops were digging pits and making graves, which would take more time.
Everything proceeded in good order.
"Being a squad leader is really nice—saves me trips pulling carts back and forth."
"Just half a day and I've picked up over five hundred attribute points."
"Open Attribute Panel," Zhao Feng commanded.
Host: Zhao Feng
Age: 15
Strength: 458 (The stronger the number, the greater your power.)
Speed: 312 (The higher the number, the faster you move.)
Constitution: 265 (Higher constitution means faster recovery and endless stamina.)
Spirit: 268 (Greater spirit means clearer mind, sharper thoughts; once high enough, sense the nature's spiritual energy.)
Lifespan: 86 years plus 108 days
Portable Space: 2 cubic meters
"Most of what I pick up is Strength. I'm almost at five hundred jin now."
"Can't it be a bit more balanced?"
Looking over his stats, Zhao Feng couldn't help but feel like he was complaining despite all the gains.
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