Chapter 11: A Critical Moment!

Countless Han soldiers rushed out of the city, charging madly toward the logistics camp outside the walls.

Arrows rained down indiscriminately.

They closed in step by step.

Upon reaching the tents, they saw Qin soldiers stumbling out in a daze, completely caught off guard.

"Kill them! Leave no one alive!"

"Kill!!"

The Han soldiers roared, brandishing their weapons and hacking wildly at the unsuspecting Qin logistics troops.

The area outside Yangcheng became a scene of carnage.

The logistics corps were not frontline combat troops, and facing such an unprovoked surprise attack, they were being slaughtered. Many logistics soldiers were cut down by the charging Han troops while still rubbing the sleep from their eyes.

The scene was horrific.

The sudden slaughter threw the logistics corps into chaos.

"Are there really Han soldiers attacking?"

"How can this be?"

"Where did they come from?"

Wei Quan looked at Zhao Feng in utter terror.

The soldiers around them were the same, completely panicked.

If it were a retreating force of Han soldiers attacking from the rear, it might have been understandable—after all, there were always stragglers left behind as the Qin army advanced. But for them to burst out from within Yangcheng was something no one had anticipated; there had been no precautions taken. Even the logistics corps' sentries were stationed outside the city, not on the side facing the walls.

"It's obvious."

"This detachment of Han soldiers must have been hiding inside the city before it was breached. They were just waiting for our main Qin force to pursue the enemy before they struck," Zhao Feng said calmly.

"Yangcheng is large, but our hundred-thousand-strong army was attacking the entire city. Where could they have hidden? Even the civilian houses couldn't hold that many, could they?" Wei Quan remained puzzled.

"Couldn't hide in the houses? What about underground?" Zhao Feng turned his head and asked in return.

As these words fell, Wei Quan’s face turned deathly pale. "Then what do we do now?"

"The enemy has launched a surprise attack. Our generals probably haven't even reacted yet, and we are just logistics troops. What else can we do?"

"Retreat."

"Once the commanders above understand what's happening, they will naturally have a response."

Zhao Feng spoke without the slightest hesitation. He was not the general of this logistics unit, merely a small squad leader. Faced with this sudden onslaught, there was nothing he could do to change the situation.

Although his current strength allowed him to slay a hundred men, he was still only one person. Facing an unknown number of enemies while his own side was in total disarray, engaging them would be suicide.

Zhao Feng was not that foolish.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Wei Quan shouted immediately, hurriedly signaling his brothers to fall back.

Nearly a hundred men scrambled to flee.

As for the others, they could do nothing.

In a war where thousands or tens of thousands were involved, the strength of a hundred men was negligible. Perhaps Zhao Feng could have charged in to kill the enemy, but the impact would have been minimal. At this moment, the morale of the logistics corps had collapsed; unless they regrouped after pulling back, Zhao Feng charging in would just be a meaningless sacrifice.

Inside the city!

"What is the situation?"

Wang Yan rode on horseback, holding a long spear as she asked.

"Reporting to the Battalion Commander, the Han soldiers charged out from the main gate and are heading straight for the logistics camp outside the city," a subordinate officer hurriedly reported.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yan’s expression changed drastically.

"No."

"They didn't intend to hold the city. They created the momentum of defending it to make us think they wanted to hold it. While we gathered our elite troops to defend, they charged out from the main gate to cut our supply lines and raid our provisions," Wang Yan said in a deep voice.

"Battalion Commander, what should we do now?"

Several officers looked at Wang Yan, at a loss.

This was no small matter.

If the supply lines were truly cut and the provisions lost, it would affect the Great Qin’s campaign to destroy Han and could even introduce many variables.

"Quickly muster the troops and pursue them immediately! We must not let the enemy succeed!" Wang Yan ordered at once.

"Understood."

The officers responded immediately.

Time passed quickly.

The sun gradually rose, and the sky grew bright.

The Han soldiers who had suddenly burst out of Yangcheng had dealt a heavy blow to Wang Yan, who was guarding the city. The logistics camp outside was a mess, with corpses strewn everywhere. The slaughter at Yangcheng had temporarily come to an end.

Ten miles from Yangcheng.

Logistics soldiers were fleeing in every direction. However, after the Han army's surprise attack last night, it was likely that half of the original ten-thousand-strong logistics corps had already perished.

"We can finally catch our breath."

"Brother Wei, are you alright?"

Zhao Feng scanned the area. He was not as exhausted as the others; with his current physique, he wouldn't feel too tired even after running for a day.

"I... I'm fine."

Wei Quan slumped to the ground, smiling at having survived the ordeal.

"That's good."

"We survived."

Seeing that Wei Quan was unharmed, Zhao Feng also smiled with relief.

In the army, Wei Quan was the only person Zhao Feng was truly close to.

"I wonder how many people died this time."

"I never expected the Han soldiers to be hiding in the city," Wei Quan said with a sigh, glancing at his exhausted companions.

"Perhaps the higher-ups were not as thorough as they thought," Zhao Feng replied with a smile, his heart calm.

On the battlefield, war is always changing in an instant.

Just then!

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.*

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.*

High above, a dense rain of arrows suddenly appeared.

"Ah..."

"The enemy has caught up!"

"Run..."

The arrow rain struck, plunging the soldiers who had just relaxed back into despair.

"Kid Zhao!"

"Watch out..."

As the arrows descended, Wei Quan watched helplessly as several flew toward Zhao Feng. He shouted and lunged at Zhao Feng, throwing himself in front of him.

This sudden turn of events caught even Zhao Feng off guard.

But Zhao Feng’s mental perception was active, and his speed was immense.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Feng pulled Wei Quan aside, dodging the volley.

The arrows thudded into the ground where they had been standing.

"Brother Wei, what are you doing?"

Zhao Feng stepped forward abruptly and shouted at Wei Quan.

He was wearing armor, and he had inner mail underneath. With his current strength, those arrows couldn't have hurt him at all. He never expected Wei Quan to block arrows for him.

"You kid saved my life again."

"I was right about you. Your reflexes are extraordinary; you can even dodge arrows that fast," Wei Quan laughed, still reeling from the narrow escape.

"Do you have any idea you almost died?" Zhao Feng was both touched and angry.

He was touched that Wei Quan truly considered him a brother, willing to risk his life to shield him, but angry that Wei Quan had completely disregarded his own safety.

"Enough."

"I'm your superior, and you're scolding me?"

"You have no respect."

"Let's just focus on running for our lives first," Wei Quan replied helplessly.

Zhao Feng looked up at the pursuing Han soldiers, a murderous intent rising in his eyes.

"At this point, do you think we can still run?"

"These bastards have no intention of letting us go."