Chapter 30: Attribute Explosion! Lifespan Explosion!

After a period of inspection.

"Reporting to the Commandant!"

"My first thousand-household battalion, one thousand soldiers, all present; fifty-eight wounded," Zhang Wu shouted loudly.

"My second thousand-household battalion, one thousand soldiers, all present; eighty-nine wounded," Wei Quan shouted loudly.

"My third thousand-household battalion..."

The four thousand-household commanders reported one by one.

Hearing these numbers, Zhu Ying scanned them and immediately laughed heartily. "Brothers, we have done it! We have fought our way through the Tartar tribes and slain countless enemies. Not a single one remains in their settlement. You are all heroes of the Great Ming!"

"We will follow the Commandant to the death!"

The four thousand soldiers shouted in unison.

Whether they were thousand-household commanders or ordinary soldiers, at this moment, they all looked at Zhu Ying with eyes full of fanaticism and awe.

In last night's battle, Zhu Ying had won the absolute devotion of all his soldiers through his command ability and his ferocious bravery in combat. The army respected the strong, and Zhu Ying was exactly that kind of powerhouse.

"Listen to my orders!"

"Zhang Wu, personally lead one hundred brothers to patrol the rear to guard against Tartar raids. Rotate every half hour."

"The rest of the brothers are to rest in place for an hour and a half. Tend to the wounded first, then rest," Zhu Ying commanded loudly.

"Understood!"

The four thousand-household commanders replied in unison.

Subsequently, the soldiers dismounted. The hundred-household commanders of the smaller units and the squad leaders began tending to the wounded.

Following this battle, some of the wounded had been struck by stray arrows, while others had sustained injuries from fighting their way into the tribal settlement.

Compared to the casualties, at least four thousand men had successfully fought their way out. This was a great victory.

Of course, the foundation of this victory was catching the Tartars completely off guard; furthermore, the feint attack on the southern tribes had prevented the Tartar generals from realizing that Zhu Ying's true focus was this northern tribe.

"Commandant."

"The battle is over. Shall we report the results to the Commander?" Wei Quan approached Zhu Ying.

"How many carrier pigeons did you bring?" Zhu Ying asked, looking at Wei Quan.

"Five in total," Wei Quan replied immediately.

"Mhm."

Zhu Ying nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing his face for a moment before he said, "Report the spoils from this raid on the Tartar tribe. Also, report the matter regarding Li Tao truthfully. I do not want the achievements our brothers died for to be divided by that coward."

"Understood," Wei Quan replied instantly.

"Alright, everyone, go rest."

"Having inflicted such losses on the Tartars, their attention is now completely drawn to our army. Moreover, the Commander and the others have already withdrawn. The Tartars will likely realize this soon, and when they do, a large force will surely come to encircle and suppress us."

"The real fierce battle is coming," Zhu Ying said with a serious expression.

"Yes."

The several thousand-household commanders nodded solemnly before dismounting to rest.

Zhu Ying also dismounted, led his horse to the side, and sat down. As he pulled out a piece of dry rations, he mentally called out, "Status Panel."

Zhu Ying opened his status panel.

Host: Zhu Ying Age: 14 years old Strength: 978 points Speed: 889 points Constitution: 712 points Endurance: 734 points Spirit: 723 points Lifespan: 88 years, 2356 days Storage Space: 7 cubic meters

"In this battle, no fewer than two hundred foreigners died by my hand. My total attributes have successfully entered the seven-hundred-point tier, and I have even gained over a thousand days of lifespan."

"Feels good."

Looking at his attributes, Zhu Ying smiled with satisfaction.

After a night of intense combat, Zhu Ying felt no fatigue; he wasn't even sleepy. This was due to his high Spirit and Endurance, leaving him feeling brimming with energy.

Looking at his current attributes, he was already beyond human. A single punch would be enough to easily shatter a city gate. Nearly a thousand catties of strength! It was unimaginable.

Then there was his speed. If Zhu Ying ran at full tilt, a hundred-meter distance might be covered in an instant. His speed was eight times that of an ordinary person. This speed applied not just to his footwork, but to the speed of his blade strikes as well. Where an ordinary person could swing a blade once, Zhu Ying could swing eight. One could imagine how powerful that was.

"Right."

"There are still two treasure chests."

"We are currently in enemy territory. If I can open something good to increase my strength, there will be a better chance of leading the brothers out safely," Zhu Ying thought to himself.

Having promoted all his attributes above seven hundred, he had received two treasure chest rewards. Currently, he received one ordinary treasure chest for every hundred points gained in all attributes.

"Open all treasure chests," Zhu Ying commanded.

"Opening two ordinary treasure chests."

"Obtained: Yellow-grade Mid-tier [Tiger Roar Technique]."

"Obtained: Ten packs of [Violent Diarrhea Powder]," the panel prompted.

Seeing this, Zhu Ying's gaze focused on the first item.

"A ranked martial technique?"

He immediately extracted it. The technique was transferred into his mind via infusion. Zhu Ying instantly gained a moment of enlightenment.

"Tiger Roar Technique... it produces a sound like a tiger, but this thing requires internal strength and true qi?"

"Could it be that once my attributes reach a certain level, I can actually produce true qi?"

"Currently, although I can produce a tiger's roar by using my raw strength, I cannot unleash the full power of this technique."

After a quick glance, Zhu Ying looked forward to the future with quiet anticipation. Internal strength. True qi. Having read novels in his past life, he knew that once his attributes reached a certain threshold, he might be able to generate them. At that level, would he be invincible under heaven?

"Violent Diarrhea Powder?"

"And ten packs at that?"

Seeing the reward from the second chest, Zhu Ying felt somewhat helpless.

"Better than nothing."

"When we raid these Tartar tribes again, I'll just dump this laxative into their water sources and let them die of diarrhea."

Zhu Ying had naturally figured out a use for the powder very quickly.

"Commandant."

"The battle report is written."

"Please review it."

Wei Quan approached Zhu Ying and handed him a piece of paper.

Zhu Ying took it and scanned it. He nodded. "Mhm. Add one more sentence: tell the Commander not to worry, our army will do our utmost to hold these Tartars back. Send it back."

"Yes."

Wei Quan immediately took the order. He picked up his brush, added the sentence, tied the paper to the carrier pigeon, and released it.

"Go get some rest."

"I'm going to do a patrol," Zhu Ying said, glancing around before standing up.

After a night of fighting, almost all the soldiers were exhausted, but there was very little time for recuperation.

***

Daning Prefecture!

A border city, the prefectural capital of Daning!

Outside the Prefectural Yamen.

Numerous Ming military guards had already occupied both sides of the street.

An old general arrived, protected by many guards, followed by several combat generals; it was clear from his appearance that his status was high.

At this moment, Bu Wan, acting as both the Prefect of Daning and the Commander, bowed deeply to welcome him.