Chapter 7: Continuously Picking Up Attributes

"Nonsense."

"This city is the most fortified in the Han state, renowned as a vital military stronghold."

"I fear that under the heavens, only our Great Qin could have breached it in a mere ten days," Wei Quan said, sounding annoyed.

"Breached it, yes, but so many have died."

"Such is fate."

Zhao Feng glanced around and sighed.

"Stop lamenting. These lives mean nothing. As long as Han can be destroyed, no matter how many lives Great Qin sacrifices, it is worth it," Wei Quan chuckled, his perspective quite clear.

"I’m just glad I was assigned to the logistics corps."

"Otherwise, I might have ended up as one of these corpses."

Zhao Feng felt even more fortunate and reflective at this moment.

Looking at the dead Qin elite soldiers outside the city, most had been riddled with arrows or crushed into pulp by the catapults within the walls.

The sheer brutality of this was countless times worse than at the border.

Even though Zhao Feng had relied on picking up attributes to increase his strength and improve himself, he knew that facing a rain of arrows would mean certain death.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Feng’s resolve grew firmer: he must keep a low profile and prioritize his survival.

The logistics corps was fine; he would just take root here for his two-year service.

Just then!

A general clad in black armor, escorted by several hundred cavalrymen, arrived outside Yangcheng.

"Listen up, soldiers of the logistics corps."

"Yangcheng has been secured."

"My Lantian First Main Battalion elites are currently pursuing the routed enemy forces. The task of clearing Yangcheng is left to you all."

"If there are wounded on the battlefield, transport them to the infirmary for treatment immediately."

"You have five days to clear Yangcheng."

The general shouted loudly.

Upon hearing that voice, Zhao Feng looked over with a hint of surprise. From a distance, he saw the general in black armor; the figure appeared slender, the face was fair, and the voice sounded somewhat off.

"At a glance, this is a woman disguised as a man. Are people blind?" After a quick look, Zhao Feng immediately realized the Qin general was a woman.

Then, "Can women even be generals in Great Qin?" Zhao Feng turned his head and looked at Wei Quan, puzzled.

"What woman being a general?" Wei Quan looked bewildered.

Hearing this, Zhao Feng gave Wei Quan a strange look. "Brother Wei, are you truly unable to tell, or are you pretending not to?"

"It is very obvious that this general is a woman."

As Zhao Feng spoke, he cast a sidelong glance at the female general issuing orders.

Wei Quan looked, then said with a blank expression, "She’s a woman? No way."

"Fine."

Zhao Feng couldn't be bothered to explain.

This wasn't just being blind; this was being completely oblivious.

"Young Zhao, don't go spouting nonsense."

"Look at the cavalry around this general. Their armor is that of personal guards, and every one of them holds a rank of at least the third tier. This proves that the general’s status is not low—either she is a deputy to the main commander or someone close to the supreme general," Wei Quan whispered.

"Don't worry, don't worry." Zhao Feng nodded, no longer focusing on the matter of a woman being a general.

It had nothing to do with him anyway.

After giving her orders, the female general quickly galloped toward the city with her troops.

"Brother Wei."

"I’m taking my men to move the corpses."

"Brothers!"

"Thirty of you pull the carts, the rest come with me to carry," Zhao Feng said to his fifty subordinates.

Compared to a few days ago, Zhao Feng was now a squad leader. With fifty men under him, he naturally didn't need to waste time pulling carts himself; he could focus on picking up attributes.

"Understood!"

The fifty soldiers replied in unison.

Zhao Feng then immediately rushed to the battlefield and began carrying corpses.

"Successfully picked up 1 point of lifespan."

The moment he lifted one person, he was given a sweet reward.

Among all attributes, lifespan was the rarest; strength and speed were the most common.

"A good start."

"Keep going."

Zhao Feng smiled inwardly.

He immediately loaded the corpse onto the ox cart.

The corpses outside the city were Qin elite soldiers, so they couldn't be handled as carelessly as the enemy dead.

"Touching ordinary soldier."

"Successfully picked up 1 point of speed."

"Successfully picked up 1 point of strength."

...

Zhao Feng tirelessly moved corpses and picked up attributes.

"Touching Qin centurion, successfully picked up 5 points of strength."

Seeing this, he looked at the corpse before him, riddled with arrows.

"Sigh, these are all human lives."

"Rest in peace," Zhao Feng said, loading him onto the cart.

Then he continued.

"Touching Qin battalion commander, successfully picked up 10 points of strength, 10 points of speed."

Another rich haul.

"In the face of a rain of arrows, rank means nothing; it’s entirely up to fate."

"A commander of a thousand men ends up as nothing in the end. That’s why being alive is what matters most."

"Power is tempting, but being alive is more valuable."

"Qin Shi Huang’s unification of the world is a feat for the ages, but who will remember the countless soldiers who died for it?"

"No wonder there is an ancient saying: the success of one general is built upon ten thousand withered bones."

Having moved an even higher-ranking officer, Zhao Feng felt even more melancholy.

With his knowledge of history from the future, this bloody battlefield gave Zhao Feng a level of awareness that surpassed anyone in this era.

He could not sacrifice himself for royal power, nor would he throw his life away; he only wanted to live for himself.

If he hadn't been conscripted, Zhao Feng would never have come to this battlefield.

"Become stronger."

"Only by becoming strong enough can no one kill me."

"Once all my attributes reach over 1000, I should be an unkillable cockroach. I can't even imagine how strong those attributes would be," Zhao Feng thought to himself.

He quickened his pace to pick up attributes.

It wasn't that he didn't want to pick them up just by touching; he needed to maintain contact with the object for at least five breaths.

With three thousand logistics soldiers clearing the battlefield, the speed was quite fast.

In just half a day, the battlefield outside the city was mostly cleared.

The bodies of nearly ten thousand Qin elite soldiers had been transported away.

As for the other seven thousand logistics soldiers, they were digging pits and building graves, which would take more time.

Everything was orderly.

"Being a squad leader is actually quite good; it saves the time of going back and forth with the carts."

"I’ve picked up over five hundred points of attributes in just this half day."

"Open attribute panel," Zhao Feng commanded.

Host: Zhao Feng

Age: 15

Strength: 458 (The higher the strength, the more power can be unleashed.)

Speed: 312 (The higher the number, the faster the speed.)

Physique: 265 (The higher the physique, the faster the recovery from injury, and the more inexhaustible the stamina.)

Spirit: 268 (The higher the spirit, the clearer the mind and thoughts. When it grows to a certain level, one can sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.)

Lifespan: 86 years and 108 days

Personal Space: 2 cubic meters

"Most of it is strength attribute; my strength is almost five hundred jin now."

"Can't it be a bit more balanced?"

Looking at these attributes, Zhao Feng felt a bit like he was complaining while having it good.

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