"Mr. Zhao."
"If we survive this time, I will drink with you without restraint!" Wei Quan looked around and spoke loudly.
"Good."
"Drink without restraint."
"Not just the two of us, but all our brothers." Zhao Feng also laughed heartily, with not a trace of fear in his eyes.
"Brothers, rally around me!"
"If you kill one, it's worth it. Kill two, that's profit!"
"Follow me—kill!" Zhao Feng shouted.
"Swear deathly loyalty to Mr. Zhao!"
"Kill!"
The surrounding soldiers replied loudly, their voices blasting out.
Among them were not only infantry, but also Hundred Generals and Army Marquises whose rank surpassed Zhao Feng. At this moment, all served under Zhao Feng, living and dying together.
The bonds of comradeship, the ties of Pao Ze, glowed brilliantly here and now.
"Kill!!"
Zhao Feng charged forward again, his blade slicing, instantly killing several Han Soldiers before him.
"Killed Han Soldiers, picked up 5 points of Strength."
"Killed Han Soldiers, picked up 5 points of Speed."
"Killed Han Soldiers, picked up 5 points of Lifespan."
"Killed Han Soldiers..."
As Zhao Feng slew his enemies, panel prompts announcing attribute pickups flashed without cease.
The many soldiers followed closely in his wake.
Like sharpened blades, they thrust toward the encircling Han Army, fighting to the death.
Just then!
The rear ranks of the Han Army.
Suddenly, the sound of hooves thundered in.
At a glance!
Behind, thousands of Black-armored Qin Army had caught up.
At the front, nearly a thousand cavalry; behind them, three or four thousand Long Spear infantry.
Wang Yan rode in the vanguard. When she saw the Han Army ahead grappling with her side's Logistics Army, and Han corpses scattered everywhere, surprise flashed across Wang Yan's face—this was not what she had expected.
Her Qin Logistics Army actually managed to engage the Han elite, and now held them here, preventing the Han from advancing deeper.
"All forces, await orders."
"Leave not a single enemy alive!"
"Attack!"
Seeing the moment,
Wang Yan barked a sharp command.
Instantly!
These more than four thousand true Daqin Elite Soldiers charged straight at the Han Army.
"Shangjiangjun."
"Qin Army is gaining fast from the rear!"
A Han general reported in panic.
"How can they be so quick?"
"Damn it."
"These damned Qin Logistics Army delayed us for over a whole Chinese hour!"
"Has my strategy all been in vain?" Bao Yuan gritted his teeth, unwilling and bitter.
But at this moment,
Bao Yuan had no other choice left.
"Engage!"
Bao Yuan roared in anger.
The Han troops originally besieging the Logistics Army quickly split their forces, turning to meet the pursuing Qin Army.
The two armies crashed together again.
As he watched the Han aggression slow and shift focus to attack the rear, Zhao Feng—caught in the encirclement—instantly sensed the change.
"Brothers, reinforcements are here!"
"Follow me into battle!"
"We're alive!"
Zhao Feng let out a booming laugh, changing from defensive to all-out attack.
"Swear deathly loyalty!"
The logistics soldiers around him had long cast aside thoughts of life and death; naturally, they pressed tightly behind Zhao Feng, launching a frenzied assault.
"Killed Han Soldiers, picked up 5 points of Strength."
"Killed Han Soldiers, picked up 5 points of Spirit."
"Congratulations, Host: All Attributes surpassed 500, gained one First Tier Treasure Box." Panel notification appeared.
Zhao Feng felt as though he had ascended, growing stronger. The fatigue from ceaseless combat vanished instantly.
Zhao Feng plunged into enemy ranks, shield in one hand, sword in the other, slaughtering wildly.
Each Han Soldier before him fell like ants, crushed by Zhao Feng with ease. Without including All Attributes, Zhao Feng's Strength now exceeded 800 points—such power, earned through killing.
By battle's end,
Han Soldiers slain by Zhao Feng were beyond counting.
And Zhao Feng's attributes soared from three hundred straight past five hundred All Attributes.
Under Zhao Feng's leadership, the hundreds of wounded logistics soldiers fought ferociously, coordinating with reinforcements, unintentionally encircling the Han Army in turn.
The tide of battle was completely reversed.
"Shangjiangjun."
"The Qin Army is tenacious, our troops are weary, Qin reinforcements are here."
"We may not be their match now."
"Let me escort Shangjiangjun and break through. We can return to the Capital for greater plans." A Han general shouted.
Before Bao Yuan could speak,
"Personal Guard Camp, obey orders! Escort Shangjiangjun out!" yelled another Han general.
Hundreds of Han soldiers immediately escorted Bao Yuan east, retreating.
"Do not let Bao Yuan escape!"
"Cavalry, circle and intercept!"
Seeing Bao Yuan's retreat, Wang Yan shouted loudly, her spear sweeping.
She charged out at the front, her trusted cavalry following close, pursing Bao Yuan.
But in this moment,
Another had already fixed his sights on Bao Yuan fleeing horseback.
"A general hidden in Yang City—his identity is high. Killing him will grant greater Attributes and a Treasure Box."
Zhao Feng locked his gaze on the mounted Bao Yuan, his eyes blazing.
While killing enemies, he edged ever closer to Bao Yuan's position.
"Heaven condemns my Han; my strategy was foiled by the Qin Logistics Army. What face have I to return to the Great King?"
"Today."
"I must fight to the death here."
Bao Yuan turned to look at his collapsing subordinates, his eyes bleak, tinged with unwillingness.
Immediately,
Bao Yuan seized the reins.
Facing the charging Wang Yan, determination of mutual destruction surfaced in Bao Yuan's eyes.
"Han soldiers, heed my order!"
"The nation is dying, soldiers are gone!"
"Fight to the death!" Bao Yuan roared, drawing his sword from his belt, turning his horse to meet Wang Yan's charge directly.
"Swear deathly loyalty to Shangjiangjun!"
Bao Yuan's Personal Guard Army joined him, rushing forward to meet battle.
"Seize Bao Yuan—then the crisis of Yang City will be resolved!"
"And I can report to my father, earning great merit." Wang Yan thought secretly.
The two cavalry squads crashed together at speed.
"Bao Yuan."
"Surrender and you may be spared!" Wang Yan shouted fiercely, her spear poised.
"Since when does the Qin Army have a girl among its generals?" Bao Yuan sneered.
"I am Wang Yan, daughter of Wang Jian, Great Qin General!"
"You refuse to submit? Then I will have your life!" Wang Yan coldly barked, spear thrusting at Bao Yuan.
Bao Yuan sneered, then suddenly laughed aloud. "Good! Very good! Wang Jian's daughter—if I kill you, let's see how Wang Jian handles the aftermath."
"Slay her with all your might!"
Bao Yuan issued his command.
His trusted cavalry instantly charged for Wang Yan.
The two cavalry forces immediately engaged in fierce battle.
Soldiers fell from their mounts, dying at their opponents' hands.
Bao Yuan, meanwhile, watched for his chance. When Wang Yan rashly plunged into his ranks, Bao Yuan spurred his horse, drew his sword, and rushed in. As he neared Wang Yan, he seized her moment of distraction and stabbed out suddenly.
"No!"
Wang Yan's face changed, she swung her spear wildly, knocking aside several Han soldiers' spears, and leaned back.
She tumbled directly from her horse.
"Kill her!!"
Bao Yuan barked coldly upon seeing Wang Yan fall from her mount.
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