Chapter 16: The Extremely Excited Wei Quan

Wei Quan stared dumbfounded at the severed head beside Zhao Feng.

"Generalissimo Han, Bao Yuan?"

"An upper general of such high status was actually killed by you?"

"This... this..."

Wei Quan was speechless, his voice even trembling.

Zhao Feng's words had truly stunned him.

What was Bao Yuan's status?

An upper general of a nation.

What kind of existence was an upper general?

A commander in charge of a great camp, a high-ranking official wielding military power; he was a truly powerful figure, standing below only one and above ten thousand.

Although the national strength of the State of Han was far inferior to that of the State of Qin, Bao Yuan's authority was no exaggeration—he was a genuine upper general. To ordinary minor Qin officials like them, he was an unreachable existence.

Looking again at the head, seeing the once lofty figure reduced to a cold, lifeless skull, the impact on Wei Quan was immense.

"Brother Wei, is there a need to be so shocked?"

"Even though he was an upper general, he was still a man, not a god."

Seeing Wei Quan in such a state, Zhao Feng teased him with a smile.

"You kid really are a newborn calf that fears no tiger. Do you have any idea what kind of power an upper general possesses?"

"In my hometown, even a tiny county magistrate can rule with an iron fist, dominating a region with just a few dozen bailiffs. An upper general commands thousands of troops; he is below only one and above ten thousand!" Wei Quan remained in a state of shock; if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.

"He was indeed below one and above ten thousand once."

"But now, he is just a dead man," Zhao Feng said with a faint smile.

If he were still an ordinary person, Zhao Feng would naturally keep his distance from royal power and the nobility who wielded it.

After all, it would be hard to encounter such people even in his hometown.

Even a county magistrate would be a rarity.

Before joining the army, the highest official Zhao Feng had ever seen was a village head.

But now, Zhao Feng possessed strength, and he was continuously growing stronger. Even if he only served for two years, Zhao Feng was confident that in the future, he could possess power that ignored the military.

Setting aside the current Warring States period, by the end of the Qin Dynasty, Zhao Feng could carve out his own territory if he wished.

Schemes for kingship and hegemony—perhaps after being reborn and regaining his memories, Zhao Feng had once fantasized about such things.

But having lived a peaceful life with his mother and sister for so many years, Zhao Feng had grown accustomed to tranquility. How could an ordinary person pursue hegemony? That would be seeking death; in chaotic times, even surviving is difficult.

However, as Zhao Feng gained strength, his mindset had shifted. It was a certainty that Qin would unify the world during the Warring States period, but what about the future? What about the end of the Qin Dynasty?

Zhao Feng knew the trajectory of history; he knew the great figures of the late Qin era. As long as he began accumulating resources now, combined with the immense power he possessed, could he not achieve hegemony in the future?

Sitting upon a beauty's lap and wielding supreme authority—how could Zhao Feng not have dreamed of such things?

"Kid Zhao."

"You've truly struck gold this time."

"You killed the upper general of Han; this is a monumental achievement."

"You killed so many Han soldiers, but none of it compares to the value of this single head."

"I reckon that this time, you might be promoted to the rank of General at the very least," Wei Quan said to Zhao Feng with excitement.

"A General? Let's hope so," Zhao Feng smiled, a hint of anticipation rising on his face.

To rise from a squad leader to a General—how many treasure chests would that yield?

And once promoted to General, even at the lowest rank of a "commander of ten thousand," he should be able to obtain a Tier 2 treasure chest.

"The life of an upper general... this military merit is too massive."

"It won't just be reported to the upper generals; it will likely be memorialized to the King himself."

"Kid Zhao, do you know what this means?"

"It means even the current King will know your name. It means you will make a name for yourself in the army. Your future is limitless!"

Seeing Zhao Feng's composure, Wei Quan could not contain himself and spoke with great agitation.

Of course, he was simply happy for Zhao Feng.

"Alright, alright."

"Brother Wei."

"The merit hasn't been reported yet, and God knows what the reward will be, so let's not celebrate too early."

"Calm down first," Zhao Feng said, waving his hand hurriedly.

"I can't calm down!"

"An upper general was killed by you! My God!"

Wei Quan still looked stunned.

At that moment, the surrounding soldiers were drawn by Wei Quan's voice. But after seeing Wei Quan and then seeing Zhao Feng...

One by one, the logistics soldiers stood up.

Gradually, they surrounded Zhao Feng and Wei Quan.

Seeing this, Zhao Feng felt somewhat bewildered and quickly tugged at Wei Quan's sleeve.

"What is it?" Wei Quan was still lost in shock.

"Look," Zhao Feng gestured toward the surroundings.

Wei Quan snapped out of it and looked.

Hundreds of soldiers had already gathered around them.

Wei Quan's expression changed, and he whispered, "They didn't hear you say you killed the Han upper general and want to steal your head, did they?"

"Probably not," Zhao Feng shook his head, equally puzzled.

But in the next moment...

"Thank you, Brother Zhao, for saving our lives!"

A military officer knelt on one knee and bowed to Zhao Feng.

As he bowed, all the surrounding logistics soldiers turned toward Zhao Feng and knelt on one knee.

"Thank you, Brother Zhao, for saving our lives!" Almost every one of the hundreds of logistics soldiers was wounded, but at this moment, they all expressed their gratitude to Zhao Feng.

Seeing this, Zhao Feng and Wei Quan exchanged a glance and understood instantly.

Zhao Feng, who had been sitting on the ground, stood up immediately.

"Officer, and my fellow brothers in arms!"

"You do not need to thank me."

"Because it was not I who saved you, but your own bravery in killing the enemy that saved yourselves!" Zhao Feng cupped his hands and spoke loudly.

"Brother Zhao..."

"Ten thousand brothers, ten thousand comrades... only we are left. General Luo, the two battalion commanders, and the other nine officers—only I am left."

"If you hadn't been the first to charge out, if you hadn't risked death to engage the enemy, none of us would have dared to fight back."

"As an officer, I should have led my unit to engage the enemy, but I completely lost my composure. I have failed my duty."

"I have failed them!"

The officer knelt on the ground, tears of shame streaming down his face.

Hearing this, a look of compassion appeared on Zhao Feng's face.

Having lived in the army for several months, the bond of comradeship—the brotherhood shared by men in the same camp—was real. To say Zhao Feng felt no kinship with his comrades would be a lie.

Out of ten thousand men, only six or seven hundred had survived.

How tragic it was.

Immediately, Zhao Feng lifted Bao Yuan's head from the ground, holding it high, and addressed all the logistics soldiers around him: "Brothers! You can tell your fallen comrades, tell them that I have avenged them!"

"This head belongs to the instigator of the camp raid, the Han Upper General, Bao Yuan!"

"He is dead, and all the Han troops under his command are gone!"

"The vengeance for our fallen brothers has been settled!"