"What do we do now?" Wei Quan stared wide-eyed at Zhao Feng.
"What else can we do?"
"If we run, we die. If we fight, there's still a chance to live."
"As long as we hold them off, the main force of our Qin Army from the Yang City direction will definitely give chase. Once they arrive, our crisis is over," Zhao Feng said in a low voice.
"But what if they don't make it in time?" Wei Quan asked again.
"Then we go see King Yan together—kill one and it's worth it, kill two and we profit," Zhao Feng sneered, eyes fixed on the approaching Han Army.
Hearing this!
Wei Quan nodded as well, then drew the sword at his waist.
"Brothers of the Hundred Generals camp, gather up!" Wei Quan shouted loudly.
The surrounding soldiers quickly closed in.
Thanks to Zhao Feng's earlier caution, only a few of Wei Quan's hundred men had died; the others were still nearby.
The next moment—
"Han Army."
"If you want my life, then I'll fight you for it."
Zhao Feng drew the sword at his waist, coldly staring into the distance. He could see tens of thousands of Han Soldiers giving chase, archers in front loosing crossbow arrows, while the rear advanced with swords and long spears.
They pressed steadily towards the scattered Logistics Army at the flank.
"Brothers of the Logistics Army."
"RunningRetreat is pointless—the enemy won't let us go."
"If you want to live, fight for it with your lives."
"If you're bold enough, follow me to kill. Cut down every enemy standing."
"Kill one and it's worth it. Kill two and we profit."
Zhao Feng picked up a shield from the ground, shield in his left hand, sword in his right, charging fearlessly at the tens of thousands of Han Soldiers in front of him.
"He's right."
"To run is to die. If we fight them, there's still a way out."
"Kill!" Wei Quan also raised his sword and shouted.
"Follow the Hundred Generals!"
"Follow the Commander!"
"Kill!"
The logistics soldiers nearby stopped running, drew their blades, and rushed after Zhao Feng, charging the enemy behind them.
Zhao Feng, shield in hand, charged ahead at full speed, his divine sense spreading wide; any arrow within ten meters he blocked perfectly with his shield.
Zhao Feng led the way, quickly closing in on the Han Army.
"Formations—change!"
"Long spear soldiers, forward!"
The Han officer commanding's shout rang out.
The front-line archers quickly withdrew; long spear soldiers surged ahead.
The arrow rain ceased immediately.
Several long spear soldiers attacked Zhao Feng head-on.
Zhao Feng showed no fear, shield up as he charged, slashing down with his sword.
A sharp crack split the air.
The long spears of several Han Soldiers snapped in an instant.
Before they could react, Zhao Feng surged forward behind his shield, blade flashing.
The Han Army charged at Zhao Feng, but before their weapons could hit him, he dodged easily.
Zhao Feng's speed was already two or three times greater than an ordinary man's—their attacks seemed like slow motion to him.
Crack!
One sword dripped with blood, a spray of red arcing through the air.
The heads of several Han Soldiers were severed cleanly by his blade.
"Killed Han Soldier, picked up 5 points of Strength."
"Killed Han Soldier, picked up 5 points of Speed."
"Killed Han Soldier, picked up 5 points of Constitution."
The system prompts echoed relentlessly.
But Zhao Feng was not as excited about collecting attributes as usual; now, he only wanted to kill—wipe out every enemy before him.
Facing thousands of Han Soldiers ahead, Zhao Feng felt no fear.
Shield in his left hand, sword in his right, he plunged straight into them.
The Han Officer, seeing Zhao Feng's ferocity, immediately shouted: "Kill him!"
A group of Han Soldiers surged forward, long spears swinging.
Zhao Feng braced with his shield and charged suddenly.
Boom!
Enormous force exploded on the shield; several Han Soldiers in front were flung away on impact, killed outright by the sheer power.
The sword continued to reap,
No fancy moves—just brute force to cut down enemies.
One Han Soldier after another died in Zhao Feng's hands.
"Follow the Commander!"
"Kill!"
They all saw Zhao Feng's ferocity.
Even Zhao Feng's own troops were stunned by his valor.
Not just them—
The once-panicked logistics soldiers were in awe, too.
In this moment—
They found new confidence.
"Brothers!"
"Follow the Commander and kill the enemy!"
"These damned Han Soldiers won't spare us. Run and we die—in a fight there's still a chance!"
"Kill!"
"KILL!"
Inspired by Zhao Feng's heroics, the surrounding logistics men joined the fight, especially Zhao Feng's own soldiers, cutting down the enemy at his side.
One leads ten,
Ten leads a hundred,
A hundred leads a thousand.
Almost eighty or ninety percent of those who had panicked and fled now drew their swords and turned to fight the enemy in a bloody struggle.
"That bastard's good at pretending—but his skill is real. Even the elite generals of the main force might not beat him in a duel."
"He's incredible."
Witnessing Zhao Feng's ferocity, no one—not a single enemy—could withstand a stroke from his sword.
Even Wei Quan, always by Zhao Feng's side, was truly shocked.
Han Army, rear lines!
"This Qin Logistics Army dares to battle us head on?"
As he watched the logistics troops counterattack, the look on Bao Yuan's face changed faintly.
But as Han Senior General, high in rank and skilled in leading troops, he quickly regained his composure.
"Transmit my orders,"
"Full assault—kill these Qin Army to the last at top speed," Bao Yuan ordered coldly.
To him, logistics troops were just logistics—they couldn't alter the outcome, counterattack or not. The eight thousand men under his command were the finest elites of the Han Army, prepared well before Yang City fell—everything for this day.
"General's orders!"
"Exterminate the Qin Army completely—leave no one alive!"
"Full assault! Kill!"
All the Han officers shouted in unison.
The entire Han Army surged into battle.
Several thousand Qin logistics soldiers and seven or eight thousand Han Soldiers now fought in brutal close combat; but in sheer strength, the logistics troops were badly outmatched, and the casualty rate was high.
Yet, the ferocity of these logistics troops made anyone admire them.
Time pressed on.
The bloody struggle continued.
"An entire Chinese hour has passed."
"Nearly seven thousand elite soldiers of Han still haven't wiped out this mere five or six thousand Qin Logistics Army?"
"How in hell does Qin train their troops? Even logistics men fight to the death?" Bao Yuan stood in the rear, eyes flashing in astonishment as he watched a few hundred logistics troops surrounded tightly by his forces.
These weren't the main battle elites of Qin, just logistics men—yet they still couldn't finish them off.
If these had been the true main force elite soldiers, would his Han Army have a chance, equal in numbers?
"Wipe these Qin soldiers out immediately! No more delays!"
"If this logistics force manages to threaten our supply line with Qin, it'll be a disaster," Bao Yuan snapped coldly.
"Yes, sir."
All the Han officers responded in unison.
"General's orders!"
"Quickly exterminate the Qin Soldiers!"
"Kill!"
Inside the Han Army's encirclement—
Every Qin Soldier still alive was wounded somewhere.
Zhao Feng himself had several arrows stuck in him, his whole body soaked in blood.
But now—
Under Zhao Feng's ferocity, the remaining logistics soldiers instinctively tightened their formation around him, guarding him at the center.
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