Chapter 2: All Attributes Break Through 200! Another Treasure Chest!

"Never seen a soldier so diligent about carrying corpses."

Many soldiers digging pits looked at Zhao Feng’s back and sighed with emotion.

As for the great cause of corpse-carrying, Zhao Feng was extremely motivated.

He had returned to the battlefield.

His comrades in the same company naturally couldn't help but tease Zhao Feng, saying he was a natural for the corpse-carrying squad.

Zhao Feng just smiled and said nothing.

You all don't know that I can become stronger by carrying corpses!

You laugh, I stay silent!

Although he hadn't joined the Qin army in attacking cities and seizing territory, being in the logistics battalion was not without its dangers. If there were enemy soldiers feigning death, or if the enemy launched a surprise attack, it could be fatal.

Now that he had such a great opportunity to become stronger, Zhao Feng was determined to seize it and make himself powerful.

It was just like a saying in the military of later generations: train hard, bleed less in battle.

Zhao Feng held exactly this mindset. Improving all his attributes was his capital for survival. He hadn't thought about promotions or titles; all he wanted was to survive and go home after his two-year service.

Even if he was a transmigrator, what did knowing history matter?

He wasn't a prince or a noble, nor was he the son of a great family. What kind of ambitions could he possibly have?

Or rather, the Qin military merit system was fair, but it was something you had to gamble your life for!

"Touched Han Junhou (Military Marquis), gained 5 Strength, 5 Speed, 5 Constitution, 5 Spirit, and 5 Lifespan."

"First time looting a Military Marquis rank, carrying the nation's destiny, obtained one Tier 1 Treasure Chest." A prompt appeared on the panel.

Seeing this, Zhao Feng’s face lit up with joy: "I didn't expect that I could loot stronger attributes from higher ranks, and there are even treasure chest rewards."

"Does this count as a big hit?"

"Open the treasure chest." Zhao Feng ordered impatiently.

"Opened Tier 1 Treasure Chest, obtained one [Protective Inner Armor]." A prompt appeared on the panel.

"A life-saving artifact."

"I'll put it on as soon as I get back." Zhao Feng thought excitedly.

This haul of attributes from the Han Military Marquis, along with the treasure chest, gave Zhao Feng even more motivation.

Zhao Feng scanned the area, searching for the corpses of Han officers. He wanted to find a few more Han prisoners who had been officers; those attributes were worth several times more than the others.

Zhao Feng scanned the field while loading corpses onto the ox cart.

And just then!

The small unit of a hundred men that Zhao Feng belonged to was moving corpses with a few others.

When they reached a pile of bodies and were preparing to move them, suddenly, a pair of eyes opened within the pile. As he watched the Qin soldiers approaching, his hand quietly tightened around the sharp sword he held.

As a few Qin soldiers drew near, the Han soldier in the pile suddenly stood up and lunged with his sword.

With one strike, a scream rang out; the sharp blade pierced straight through a logistics soldier who wore no armor.

The Han soldier kicked out, pulled his blood-stained sword free, and then looked at the surrounding defenseless logistics soldiers, charging at them with his sword raised, looking extremely fierce.

This sudden turn of events shocked the soldiers clearing the battlefield.

But the leading Baijiang (Commander of a Hundred) immediately regained his composure, drew his sword, and shouted: "Enemy! Draw your swords and kill the enemy!"

The surrounding logistics soldiers immediately gathered, drawing their swords, each of their eyes burning with intensity.

Although they were logistics soldiers, they were equally qualified to earn promotions by killing enemies.

While clearing the battlefield wasn't as life-threatening as the front lines, one would still encounter enemy soldiers feigning death. While dangerous, it was also a good opportunity to earn military merit.

"Kill him!"

The Baijiang shouted.

A dozen nearby Qin soldiers immediately charged at the Han officer.

Not far away, Zhao Feng also saw this scene.

"Feigning death in the same spot for three days, dodging three sweeps—this Han soldier really knows how to endure," Zhao Feng couldn't help but think.

After a major battle, armored elites would first clear the battlefield—more commonly known as finishing off every enemy to ensure they were dead. Then, logistics soldiers would come through to finish them off twice more.

It could be said that this Han officer surviving until now was a rare occurrence.

Watching his dozen comrades surround and kill the man, all eager to earn merit, Zhao Feng approached slowly and calmly. He didn't intend to join in and steal the credit; in this situation, the Han soldier was already doomed.

But Zhao Feng and all the surrounding Qin soldiers had underestimated the ferocity of this Han soldier.

After a quick glance, the Han soldier locked his eyes on the Baijiang, Wei Quan, who was commanding from the back.

He lunged out suddenly.

With one strike, he killed the Qin soldier in front of him, kicked out, broke through the front line, and charged toward the Baijiang.

Clearly, this Han soldier was no simple man.

He knew to take out the officer first.

Wei Quan didn't panic and met him with his sword.

But the moment their swords clashed, the Han soldier reacted quickly, parried with a jolt, and kicked out.

Wei Quan was kicked hard, feeling the pain, and fell backward.

The Han soldier’s eyes were filled with bloodlust. He gripped the hilt with both hands, raised his sword high, and thrust it down toward Wei Quan.

The surrounding soldiers rushed over, but it was too late.

"Oh no."

"This skill level is definitely not that of an ordinary Han soldier."

Seeing this, Zhao Feng immediately realized something was wrong.

If he didn't act now, the Baijiang who had taken good care of him would lose his life.

Zhao Feng glanced at the sword in his hand, took a throwing stance, and hurled the sword at the Han soldier with all his might.

*Whoosh!*

The sharp sword cut through the air, flying straight at the Han soldier.

Just as the Han soldier was about to strike Wei Quan down, *thwack!*

The Han soldier’s body jolted. His eyes filled with pain as he struggled, looking down at his chest. A blood-stained sword had pierced through his body. He couldn't believe it; the sword in his hand slowly lowered, and finally, he slumped over and fell to the ground.

Wei Quan, in front of him, had escaped death.

"Killed Han Army Wanjin (Commander of Ten Thousand), gained 20 Strength, 20 Speed, 20 Constitution, 20 Spirit, and 20 Lifespan."

"All attributes exceeded 200, obtained one Tier 1 Treasure Chest." A prompt appeared on the panel.

Seeing this, Zhao Feng was astonished: "No wonder this guy was so fierce; he was a Wanjin of the Han army."

"And I can not only loot attributes but also gain them by killing enemies."

"Awesome."

"All my attributes have broken through 200."

Zhao Feng thought, feeling incredibly excited.

At this moment!

Wei Quan recovered from his brush with death, stood up, and crouched down to examine the enemy who had almost killed him.

He rummaged around the man's waist and pulled out a military medallion.

"Baijiang, are you alright?"

"This Han soldier was too fierce."

"Two of our brothers were killed by him."

A logistics soldier said indignantly, unable to resist kicking the Han officer on the ground.

"He wasn't just a Han soldier," Wei Quan said, looking at the medallion in his hand with a look of shock in his eyes.

Then, looking at the gathered soldiers, he asked loudly: "Who threw that sword just now?"

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