Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 3: A Logistics Soldier Killed a Han General!
Previously on Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield...
At Wei Quan’s shout, the nearby soldiers all spun around, their gazes fixing on Zhao Feng, who stood roughly a hundred feet distant.
Seeing this sight, Wei Quan grasped it at once and exploded into laughter. “Zhao Feng, you little rascal, fine throw! That dog nearly sent me off to King Yan.”
“Glad you’re still alive, Senior Captain.”
“I’ll head back to hauling the bodies,” Zhao Feng replied, chuckling.
He remained thrilled, with every attribute now surpassing two hundred. A Treasure Box reward had dropped too, which he meant to open privately.
“Mr. Zhao,” Wei Quan yelled, irritated. “Stay put. Know who you just took down?”
“Senior Captain, wasn’t it merely a savage Han soldier? What else?”
Soldiers nearby eyed Wei Quan in shock. The Han soldier on the ground sported plain armor, nothing special to mark him.
Zhao Feng paused and glanced at Wei Quan.
Wei Quan lifted the military token high, roaring with laughter. “He’s Bao Qiu, son of Han’s Senior General Bao Yuan! He led tens of thousands guarding the Han frontier. Qin troops smashed through yet never nabbed him. Never imagined he’d fake death among the corpses.”
“Zhao Feng, huge merit for you,” he added. “Slew a general! Not any general—the son of Han’s Senior General Bao Yuan!”
Wei Quan then hurled the military token toward Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng snatched it mid-air and inspected it. Bao Qiu’s name appeared in Han script. On battlefields, such tokens served as the only proof of identity.
After Wei Quan’s revelation, Zhao Feng stayed unruffled, but the encircling soldiers gaped in disbelief.
“Heavens!”
“Han’s border commander felled by Zhao Feng like that?”
“Massive achievement!”
“This feat promotes Zhao Feng three ranks, yeah?”
“Slaying a general... beyond promotion—nobility for sure?”
All around, soldiers shot envious stares at Zhao Feng. Who wouldn’t crave such glory?
Within the Qin Army, frontline fighters earned the Sharp Warrior label. Mere battle entry granted first-rank nobility. Logistics troops got no titles, just half a Sharp Warrior’s pay. You reap what you sow: Sharp Warriors braved mortal peril, logistics far safer.
“No joy at all, rascal?” Wei Quan quizzed, stepping up to the steady Zhao Feng, face full of confusion.
“Senior Captain,” Zhao Feng smiled, passing back the token. “Pure reflex to save you. Nothing else on mind. Rest up post near-miss. I’ll resume body carrying.”
With that, he wheeled about and returned to his task.
Rewards from general-slaying paled for Zhao Feng compared to attribute gathering.
“Rascal,” Wei Quan murmured with a wry smile, eyeing Zhao Feng’s retreat.
Yet gratitude welled in his gaze. Absent that sword fling, King Yan would’ve claimed him. How could he not cherish the lifesave?
“Men, here!” Wei Quan boomed. “Heave Bao Qiu’s corpse. Reporting to Junhou.”
“Yes, sir!”
A handful of soldiers rushed over, hoisting Bao Qiu’s body. Wei Quan guided them to their superior Junhou.
“More survivors possible!”
“Search thorough! Might snag big merit too!”
As Wei Quan departed, company soldiers buzzed with zeal, scouring corpses for another Bao Qiu-like prize.
Yet true general-killer Zhao Feng just hauled bodies, eyeing his attributes.
Host: Zhao Feng
Age: 15 years old
Strength: 316 (The stronger you are, the greater the force you can unleash.)
Speed: 206 (The higher the number, the faster you are.)
Constitution: 208 (The stronger your constitution, the faster your injury recovery and the more inexhaustible your stamina.)
Spirit: 201 (The stronger your spirit, the clearer your mind and thoughts. When it reaches a certain level, you can sense nature’s spiritual energy.)
Lifespan: 86 years and 68 days
Portable Space: 2 cubic meters
Gazing at these stats, Zhao Feng brimmed with joy. Perfect fuel to keep corpse-hauling!
「At the Senior General’s Main Camp」
For this Han-extermination push, Qin’s King Ying Zheng decreed Lantian Camp’s advance. Main general Li Teng commanded a hundred thousand in assault, as Senior General Wang Jian supervised from the Qin-Han frontier.
“Father,” Wang Ben, top Lantian general, enthused before a Han map. “Campaign surges. Li Teng hit Yang City. Han falls in three months.”
“Han’s land tiny, army just hundred thousand. Why full Lantian Camp muster by Great King?” Wang Jian smiled.
“Great King’s genius targets world unity,” Wang Ben shot back. “Han crush needs one Lantian division, but Zhao and Wei defense demands all Lantian might.”
“Sharp eye,” Wang Jian intoned seriously. “Qin could’ve crushed Han ages back. We bided for perfect surprise strike.”
Suddenly, a call rang from outside.
“Report!” A loyal aide burst in. “To Senior General: Logistics Army brings great tidings.”
“Out with it,” Wang Jian waved.
“Logistics found Bao Qiu,” aide bowed. “Body right outside.”
“Four days... got him at last,” Wang Jian surged up. “Let’s view.”
Wang Ben trailed tight.
Tent exterior, Bao Qiu lay, bloodied sword plunged in chest.
“Fresh kill?”
Body check revealed Wang Jian: blood still wet, no days-old death.
“Senior General, Logistics Junhou here,” aide indicated deliverer. “His Army Marquis Camp uncovered Bao Qiu.”
“Bao Qiu’s slayer?” Wang Jian queried the Junhou.
“To Senior General,” Junhou snapped. “A logistics soldier in my Army Marquis Camp.”