Chapter 12: Killing Enemies Frenziedly

“What should we do?” Wei Quan stared at Zhao Feng with wide eyes.

“What else can we do?”

“To flee is to die; to fight is to have a chance at life.”

“As long as we hold them off, the main Qin combat forces in the direction of Yangcheng will surely pursue them. Once they arrive, our crisis will be resolved,” Zhao Feng said in a heavy voice.

“But what if they don't make it in time?” Wei Quan asked again.

“Then we go to see the King of Hell together. Killing one is breaking even; killing two is a profit,” Zhao Feng sneered, staring at the approaching Han army.

Hearing this, Wei Quan nodded and drew the sword at his waist.

“Brothers of the Centurion Company, assemble!” Wei Quan shouted loudly.

The surrounding soldiers quickly gathered.

Because of Zhao Feng's prior caution, only a few of the hundred soldiers under Wei Quan's command had died; the rest were nearby.

In the next moment.

“The Han army!”

“If you want my life, then I will fight you to the death!”

The sword at Zhao Feng's waist slid from its sheath. He looked coldly into the distance. He could see thousands of Han soldiers pursuing from behind, the vanguard wielding bows and crossbows raining bolts, while the rear carried blades and long spears.

They continued to advance steadily toward the scattered logistics troops on the flank.

“Brothers of the logistics corps!”

“Fleeing is useless; the enemy will not let us go.”

“If you want to live, you must fight with your lives.”

“Those with courage, follow me and slaughter the enemy to the last man!”

“Killing one is breaking even; killing two is a profit!”

Zhao Feng picked up a shield from the ground. Holding the shield in his left hand and a sword in his right, he charged fearlessly toward the thousands of Han soldiers ahead.

“That's right!”

“To flee is death; to fight them is the only way to live!”

“Kill!” Wei Quan also raised his sword and roared.

“Follow the Centurion!”

“Follow the Squad Leader!”

“Kill!”

Seeing this, the surrounding logistics soldiers stopped fleeing. Instead, they drew their weapons and followed Zhao Feng, charging toward the enemy behind them.

Zhao Feng charged forward with his shield. As his divine sense expanded, he precisely blocked every arrow within a three-zhang radius with his shield.

Leading the charge, Zhao Feng rapidly closed the distance to the Han army.

“Change formation!”

“Long spear troops, advance!”

The commanding Han officer shouted.

The archers at the front quickly retreated, and the long spear troops rushed out.

The rain of arrows ceased.

Several spearman lunged directly at Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng showed no fear. He charged with his shield and swung his sword.

A sound of snapping echoed instantly.

The long spears of the Han soldiers before him were severed in an instant.

Before they could react, Zhao Feng lunged forward with his shield and slashed with his blade.

As the Han soldiers charged at him, their weapons failed to touch him, as Zhao Feng evaded them with ease.

With a speed two to three times that of an ordinary person, their strikes appeared as slow motion to him.

*Slash!*

A sword stroke drew blood, and crimson sprayed into the air.

The heads of several Han soldiers were severed by the flash of his blade.

[Killed a Han soldier, gained 5 Strength.] [Killed a Han soldier, gained 5 Speed.] [Killed a Han soldier, gained 5 Constitution.]

The panel continuously flashed notifications.

But Zhao Feng was not as excited as he usually was when picking up attributes. At this moment, he only wanted to kill—to wipe out every enemy before him.

Facing thousands of Han soldiers, Zhao Feng felt no fear.

With shield in his left hand and sword in his right, he plunged into the fray.

Seeing Zhao Feng's ferocity, the Han officer immediately barked, “Kill him!”

A mass of Han soldiers rushed forward, brandishing their spears.

Zhao Feng braced with his shield and made a sudden thrust.

*Boom!*

A powerful force exploded from the shield. Several Han soldiers were sent flying, killed instantly by the sheer impact.

His sword continued to swing.

There were no complex techniques, only brute force used to hack down the enemy.

One by one, Han soldiers fell at Zhao Feng's hands.

“Follow the Squad Leader!”

“Kill!”

Seeing Zhao Feng's terrifying bravery, the soldiers under his command were stunned.

It wasn't just them.

Even the previously panicked logistics soldiers were awestruck.

In that moment, they found a spark of confidence.

“Brothers!”

“Follow the Squad Leader and kill the enemy!”

“These damned Han soldiers won't let us go. Fleeing is death; fighting is our only hope!”

“Kill!”

“Kill them!”

Under Zhao Feng's heroic example, the surrounding logistics soldiers were all infected by his spirit. Especially the soldiers under his direct command, who followed him into the slaughter.

One led ten. Ten led a hundred. A hundred led a thousand.

Eighty to ninety percent of the logistics soldiers who had been fleeing in panic abandoned their retreat. They drew their swords and turned back to fight a bloody battle against the enemy.

“This kid really knows how to put on a show. This skill... even the generals of the main combat units couldn't match it.”

“Too incredible.”

Watching Zhao Feng's ferocity, it was clear that no one was his match in a single strike.

Even Wei Quan, who had been following Zhao Feng, was truly shaken.

In the Han rear!

“This Qin logistics unit actually dares to fight back?”

Watching the logistics corps turn and counterattack, a strange expression flashed across Bao Yuan's face.

However, as a High General of Han, he was a man of great power and command. He quickly regained his composure.

“Pass my command!”

“All troops, advance! Kill these Qin soldiers with the utmost speed!” Bao Yuan ordered coldly.

In his eyes, a logistics unit was still just a logistics unit. Even if they fought back, it wouldn't change anything. The eight thousand troops he commanded were the elites of the Han army, prepared long ago for this very day before the fall of Yangcheng.

“The High General has ordered!”

“Exterminate the Qin forces! Leave none alive!”

“All troops, advance! Kill!”

The many Han officers responded in unison.

The entire Han army surged forward.

The several thousand Qin logistics soldiers became fully engaged with the seven or eight thousand Han soldiers. In terms of combat power, there was indeed a massive gap between the logistics corps and the Han army, and the casualties suffered by the Qin were heavy.

However, the ferocity shown by this logistics unit was enough to move anyone.

Time passed.

The fierce battle continued.

“An entire hour has passed.”

“How have nearly seven thousand of my Han elites failed to wipe out a mere five or six thousand Qin logistics soldiers?”

“How on earth does Qin train its troops? Even a logistics unit possesses such death-defying combat strength?” Bao Yuan watched from the rear. As he looked at the hundreds of logistics soldiers surrounded by his massive army, a look of shock flashed in his eyes.

These were not even the elite combat troops of Qin, but merely logistics soldiers—yet even so, they had not been swallowed up.

If they were facing the true main combat forces of Qin, would his Han army be a match for them under equal numbers?

“Kill these Qin soldiers quickly! We cannot afford any more delays.”

“If this logistics unit manages to disrupt our supply lines to Qin, it will be disastrous,” Bao Yuan shouted coldly.

“Understood!”

The many Han officers replied in unison.

“The High General has ordered!”

“Kill the Qin soldiers immediately!”

“Kill!”

Within the Han encirclement.

Every surviving Qin soldier was wounded.

Zhao Feng himself had several arrows lodged in him, and his entire body was stained crimson with blood.

But at this moment, under Zhao Feng's ferocious leadership, the remaining logistics soldiers had unconsciously formed a circle around him, guarding him as their center.

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(End of Chapter)