Chapter 33: The Last Supreme General of the Late Qin Dynasty! Asking for Guidance?

"Thank you, Battalion Leader Zhao!"

A military officer shouted loudly.

Instantly.

"Thank you, Battalion Leader Zhao!"

All the elite soldiers on the training grounds shouted in unison.

Witnessing this scene, Zhao Feng felt a wordless sense of shock deep in his heart. This was perhaps the true, heroic spirit that only belonged to the military. It was something Zhao Feng had never experienced before.

Faced with this, Zhao Feng gradually calmed himself. He stepped forward and said loudly, "It is my duty!"

"I have good news for you all," Wang Yan announced loudly, her voice carrying a profound meaning. "Battalion Leader Zhao's feats of bravery and valor have been reported to the current King. In a short while, Battalion Leader Zhao will remain within the Main Combat Camp."

To this, the elite soldiers present were naturally not surprised. Although today was their first time seeing Zhao Feng, his combat achievements had already spread far and wide. The Yangcheng garrison and the logistics troops behind them were all aware of it. How could such a fierce general remain in the logistics troops? Thus, once the news spread, no one was taken by surprise.

"May I ask, Commander, will Battalion Leader Zhao stay in our army?" a military officer asked loudly, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Perhaps, but everything depends on the decision of the High General," Wang Yan replied.

"Understood," the officer responded immediately and withdrew.

"Today is Battalion Leader Zhao's first time in our Main Combat Camp. His skills are extraordinary. If any of you brothers wish to seek guidance from him, take this opportunity today," Wang Yan added with a smile.

Zhao Feng, standing to the side, glanced over but said nothing. Clearly, Wang Yan meant no harm; she seemed to be helping Zhao Feng integrate into the Main Combat Camp.

As the gathered veterans dispersed, several military officers immediately approached him.

"Battalion Leader Zhao, I heard you slew three hundred enemy soldiers in a single battle. I wonder if you could visit my officer's quarters to instruct us in combat techniques?" one officer asked excitedly.

The other officers also looked at Zhao Feng with great anticipation.

"How shall I instruct you?" Zhao Feng did not refuse, but instead asked back with a smile.

"Using military sparring methods—hand-to-hand combat, how about that?" the officer said with an expectant look in his eyes.

This was not a provocation against Zhao Feng. Rather, they were genuinely curious about his skills, though there was a hint of testing involved—they wanted to see if Zhao Feng's combat prowess was as terrifying and fierce as the rumors suggested, or if he was merely famous for nothing.

The other officers also watched, eager to try.

"Zhao Feng, you don't need to mind them."

Wang Yan's expression changed slightly beside him. She could naturally see that these subordinates were trying to test Zhao Feng. But in the next moment...

"Fine!" Zhao Feng agreed readily.

"Brothers!" one officer shouted loudly. "Battalion Leader Zhao is going to instruct us in combat techniques. Watch closely!"

The surrounding elite soldiers had not dispersed, and upon hearing this, they gathered once more, surrounding the officers and Zhao Feng in the center.

Wang Yan was also among them. Looking at the officers before her, she smiled inwardly: *If you want to test Zhao Feng, you are only asking for trouble.*

Wang Yan had seen Zhao Feng's ferocity with her own eyes. She had seen how he killed enemies amidst the chaos of battle, like an invincible warrior weaving through the fray, his blade claiming lives like a God of War. To survive on such a brutal battlefield with such skills was not merely a matter of luck.

Turning her gaze back, the officer in front of Zhao Feng—a man of about twenty—clasped his hands and bowed. "Zhang Han, requests instruction from Battalion Leader Zhao."

*Zhang Han, the last Great General of the State of Qin at the end of the Qin Dynasty. A tragic Qin general in history,* Zhao Feng thought, slightly surprised by the name.

But he calmed himself instantly. He was now a figure of history himself; as his combat achievements grew and the tyrant Bao Yuan fell by his hand, history might one day record his name as well.

After returning the salute, Zhao Feng beckoned to Zhang Han. "Come!"

"Then I shall not be polite."

Zhang Han's expression turned serious. He clenched his fists and charged toward Zhao Feng, throwing a direct punch.

Looking at Zhang Han's stance, he was indeed a trained fighter. However, to Zhao Feng's eyes, this punch was extremely slow—very slow.

Zhao Feng's attributes had all exceeded six hundred, and his strength and speed were even more terrifying. Zhang Han's seemingly fierce punch was thrown at full speed, but in Zhao Feng's eyes, it was like a snail.

As the fist came, Zhao Feng dodged it with ease and then threw a light punch toward Zhang Han.

*Bang!*

Zhang Han's face instantly turned pale. He clutched his stomach and collapsed to his knees.

"What just happened?"

The many soldiers watching were bewildered. Zhang Han had rushed at Zhao Feng, but before his fist could even land, he had fallen. It happened in an instant; they truly could not see what had occurred.

"All of you, come at me together," Zhao Feng said, scanning the other four officers and beckoning them.

Since they wanted to test him, he would let them test him thoroughly by knocking them all down.

Looking at the kneeling Zhang Han, the four officers exchanged glances and understood instantly. They immediately split up, surrounding Zhao Feng from four sides.

"Go!" one of them shouted.

The four charged at Zhao Feng simultaneously, closing in rapidly. They raised their fists, striking at him in near-instantaneous succession.

Facing this attack, which seemed impossible to dodge, Zhao Feng gave a faint smile and struck.

In a flash of lightning...

"Ah...!"

Several cries of pain rang out.

No one understood what had happened. Like Zhang Han, the four officers clutched their stomachs and fell to their knees in agony.

This was, of course, the result of Zhao Feng using only ten percent of his strength. Had he not held back, a single punch would have been enough to punch straight through their abdomens.

"Is this magic?"

"How did Battalion Leader Zhao do that?"

"I only felt him move, and then the four officers fell?"

"Are my eyes playing tricks on me?"

The surrounding elite soldiers were even more astonished, looking on in utter confusion.

Wang Yan walked up slowly, glancing at Zhang Han and the others. "Are you convinced now?"

The officers stood up while clutching their stomachs, their expressions strained as they clasped their hands. "We are convinced."

"You should thank Battalion Leader Zhao for showing mercy. If he were a vengeful man, you would be in much worse shape than this," Wang Yan said coldly.

Zhang Han and the others quickly turned to Zhao Feng and said respectfully, "Thank you, Battalion Leader Zhao, for your mercy."

At this moment, there was no longer any doubt in their eyes when they looked at Zhao Feng—only reverence for a powerful warrior. The military valued strength; the strong were respected. Now, they understood completely how strong Zhao Feng was. Five men had attacked, and they hadn't even touched the hem of his clothes.

"Since this was meant as instruction, it should stop once the point is made. There is no need for formalities, officers," Zhao Feng smiled.

Then, Zhao Feng turned his gaze toward the surrounding elite soldiers.

"In the military training grounds, there may be combat techniques. But when you are truly on the battlefield and the formations break, there is no such thing as fixed combat styles. Everything depends on how you react in the moment."