Chapter 15: Zhao Feng: I'm sending them to reunite with their father

"Three treasure chests as rewards for breaking through the class threshold, and a chest from killing the Violent Kite."

"Four chests in total."

"I hope my luck explodes and I pull a cultivation technique directly," Zhao Feng thought to himself with anticipation.

He then gave a direct order: "Open all the chests."

"Open all the Tier 1 chests."

"Obtained: Yellow Grade, High Rank [Dancing Spear Technique]."

"Obtained: Black Grade, Low Rank [Overlord Spear]."

"Obtained: [500 Taels of Gold]."

"Obtained: [Basic Medical Skills]," the panel prompted.

"It looks like I'll need higher-level chests to get cultivation techniques. Despite all these chests, I haven't managed to open a single manual," Zhao Feng thought disappointedly.

Looking at these rewards, Zhao Feng was satisfied.

Another martial skill, and a Black Grade divine weapon. This was an even more precious trump card for saving his life.

As for the 500 taels of gold, its value went without saying; gold was value itself. Converted to Zhao Feng's current annual salary, he wouldn't be able to earn this much even if he served in the army for decades. With this, he could return to his hometown as a wealthy man.

"Learn [Dancing Spear Technique]."

"Extract Medical Skills." Zhao Feng issued the commands.

In the next moment, a golden light enveloped Zhao Feng's entire body. The martial technique and the medical inheritance were poured directly into him.

"This Dancing Spear Technique really suits me. It looks chaotic, but every move is lethal. Combined with my immense strength, I can easily kill enemies. As expected of a Yellow Grade, High Rank martial skill—it's incredible."

"I can't bring out the Overlord Spear for now. However, the only person in history to use the Overlord Spear seems to be Xiang Yu, the Hegemon of Western Chu. In this era, Xiang Yu hasn't even been born yet, has he?"

"Medical skills... this should be the most precious. While Basic Medical Skills don't make me a divine physician, I am now proficient in medical theory."

"Mother is proficient in medicine, and my sister has talent as well. I'm the only one with no talent for it. When I go back later, Mother will surely be shocked," Zhao Feng smiled with satisfaction.

Just then, Wei Quan limped over to Zhao Feng's side.

"You brat, what are you doing standing here like an idiot?" Wei Quan joked.

"Reflecting on surviving a brush with death," Zhao Feng turned his head and smiled slightly.

Hearing this, Wei Quan sat down beside Zhao Feng and said with a look of emotion, "Yeah. Originally, I thought this was the end for me. I didn't expect to survive. And it's not just me; many brothers from the small camps were saved by you. No, to be precise, the few hundred brothers alive now were all saved by you. If you hadn't led us to resist, we would have been caught by the Han army and slaughtered without a chance to fight back."

Zhao Feng smiled. "It wasn't just me saving you; it was everyone being tied together. I was the same."

"If you hadn't led us to counterattack, we would have only been able to run, which would have ended in death."

"All of us who survived owe you a life," Wei Quan said solemnly.

"We are brothers-in-arms; there's no need to say such things," Zhao Feng replied with a smile.

Regarding Wei Quan, Zhao Feng now viewed him completely as a brother. The fact that he had blocked an arrow for him was not something ordinary camaraderie could achieve; it was the bond of a comrade who had given everything. Character is revealed in times of hardship, and perhaps that was visible now.

"Sigh."

"This battle was too tragic."

"More than half of my ten thousand logistics brothers were taken by the enemy's sneak attack, and many more died during the pursuit. Out of ten thousand, only six or seven hundred are left. It's too tragic."

"General Luo Chao also died during the Han army's charge," Wei Quan said with emotion, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"The reason for this situation is that the commanding general was too eager for quick success."

"The current King of Qin will surely impose heavy punishment once he knows," Zhao Feng said with absolute certainty.

"Eager for quick success?" Wei Quan was stunned.

"Our Great Qin's army of a hundred thousand captured Yang City. If they had left more troops to garrison it—even if they had left just ten thousand to hold Yang City—what could the Han army hiding in the city have done? But the commanding general was too focused on immediate glory and left only a few thousand troops. Naturally, this defeat occurred," Zhao Feng said in a heavy voice.

Zhao Feng saw through the situation completely; the commanding general would inevitably be punished.

"If you put it that way, then General Li Teng will surely be punished," Wei Quan nodded.

"The higher-ups have their own ways of handling things; it's none of our business."

"The most important thing is that we survived," Zhao Feng smiled, completely unconcerned.

How would the King of Qin punish Li Teng? How would he punish Wang Jian? It had nothing to do with him. Zhao Feng only cared about staying alive.

"You're right."

"Matters above have nothing to do with us. Survival is what matters most." Realizing this, Wei Quan immediately broke into a smile.

But then he looked at Zhao Feng again. There were several arrows lodged in his arm and shoulder, and the blood around the wounds had already coagulated.

"Why hasn't the military doctor arrived yet? They're too slow," Wei Quan said worriedly.

"These are just non-lethal minor wounds; it's fine," Zhao Feng glanced at them and smiled. His constitution had already reached over 600; let alone these minor wounds, even heavier ones would heal quickly.

"Even if they aren't lethal, there's no guarantee the Han army didn't coat the arrows in filth. If you catch the Seven-Day Wind, it'll be bad," Wei Quan said, still very concerned.

Zhao Feng understood exactly what he meant. The "Seven-Day Wind" was fatal in any era. In this era it was called the Seven-Day Wind; in later generations, it was called tetanus. Once it set in, it was incurable. However, with Zhao Feng's constitution, even if there were such filth, they would have no chance of entering his body.

"Don't worry."

"The Han army was hiding in the city for so long; they wouldn't have had the chance to coat them in filth," Zhao Feng said with a smile.

Wei Quan nodded. Then, he looked at the severed head beside Zhao Feng.

"You must have killed at least two or three hundred people in this battle, right? Is this head somehow different? You're even carrying it with you?" Wei Quan asked curiously.

Hearing this, Zhao Feng gave a proud smile and said directly, "Brother Wei, I'm going to strike it rich this time. Do you know whose head this is?"

"Could it be a General of the Han army?" Wei Quan guessed, then added, "You killed a Han general before, and he was the son of the Han High General. If you've killed another one, it truly is a great achievement."

"This head is related to the person I killed back then," Zhao Feng smiled.

"Related to that Baoqu?" Wei Quan glanced at it, looking thoughtful. Suddenly, he thought of something and stood up abruptly, shocked. "Don't tell me this is the Han High General, the Violent Kite?"

"Hahaha!"

"That's right."

"This is indeed the head of the Violent Kite."

"I've sent the father and son to reunite," Zhao Feng laughed as well.

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(End of Chapter)