Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 6: An Even Crueler Yang City Battlefield

Could Luo Chao’s words really make any difference?

A touch of motivation might linger in them, yet they offered little real help. Word of Zhao Feng slaying General Han Wan had circulated widely in the Logistics Army, though all dismissed it as sheer fortune on his part—a rare stroke of luck impossible to replicate. For the Logistics Army to earn military achievements, luck would remain their sole hope.

"Very well," Luo Chao declared. "The main camp has sent down the command. Our ten thousand strong Logistics Army is to guard the supply convoy heading to Yang City. Depart at once."

"Understood."

The troops chorused back together.

Once Luo Chao departed, Wei Quan approached Zhao Feng with a grin. "Well done! You’ve earned a noble status, and your rank has risen to Tunzhang."

"It was nothing but pure chance," Zhao Feng responded with a helpless shrug.

"No more of that," Wei Quan cut in, face growing stern. "With your official position comes duty. A Wuzhang oversees five troops, a Shizhang handles ten, and a Tunzhang directs fifty. Starting today, command those fifty men and answer straight to me."

"Understood."

Zhao Feng offered a deep bow.

Suddenly, alerts flashed across his vision.

"Bestowed an official position linked to the National Destiny."

"Conferred as Wuzhang, rewarded with one First Order Treasure Chest."

"Conferred as Shizhang, rewarded with one First Order Treasure Chest."

"Conferred as Tunzhang, rewarded with one First Order Treasure Chest."

"Conferred as Level-One Nobility [Gentleman], rewarded with one First Order Treasure Chest."

Stunned briefly, Zhao Feng soon broke into a grin.

Without delay, he accessed the treasure chests right away.

"Open all First Order Treasure Chests."

"Received [5,000 qian]."

"Received ten Low-Tier First Order [Fasting Pills]."

"Received a High-Grade First Order Martial Technique, [Explosive Fist]."

"Received five bottles of Mid-Tier First Order [Hemostasis Powder]," the panel showed.

With all four chests unveiled, Zhao Feng fixed his stare on the prize from the third.

Indescribable eagerness gleamed in Zhao Feng’s eyes.

Next, he swiftly pulled out the Martial Technique.

"Do you wish to learn [Explosive Fist]?" the panel inquired.

"Learn," Zhao Feng answered without hesitation.

In that instant, knowledge surged into his brain.

"Explosive Fist: Converge the strength of the entire body into a single point, erupting with several times one’s own power in an instant."

Having mastered it, thrill surged through Zhao Feng. Much like boosting his stats, this Martial Technique boosted his power immensely, adding vital lifelines for survival.

「Xianyang City！」

Official paths bore carriages, side lanes held walkers, paths strictly divided. As the royal seat beneath the King of Qin’s feet, Xianyang matched its famed glory. Renowned for Qin’s harshest laws, it claimed the world’s liveliest streets too.

At Xianyang’s heart sprawled a grand palace—the Qin Royal Palace, throne of power for a century plus.

Within the King of Qin’s Great Hall, a figure in Ceremonial Robe and Royal Crown reigned from the throne. His dominance swept the hall and palace alike.

Flanking the chamber, officials arrayed by civil and martial lines. Leading civilians was Chancellor Wang Wan, spearheading military stood Senior General Meng Wu. Behind Wang Wan, the Eldest Imperial Son in proper attire clutched a court tablet—Great Qin’s Fusu himself.

"Those bearing memorials, come forth; those without, court adjourned," the eunuch by King Zheng of Qin proclaimed booming to the assembled ranks.

"Your Majesty, a report awaits," one military official advanced from the lines. "Victory news arrives from Lantian Camp." Despite his post, no killer’s edge clung to him.

"Minister Meng, out with it," Ying Zheng pressed, brows arching toward the speaker.

Han’s doom had been schemed long. Confident in flawless plans, Ying Zheng still stirred at this first dispatch from Han lands. Crushing Han unlocked Qin’s world conquest, paving the eastern march. Han gone meant Hangu Pass no barrier, east flung wide open.

"This clash saw," Meng Yi shared with fervor, "Senior General Wang Jian holding the frontier himself, as General Li Teng drove a hundred thousand to shatter Han lines, cutting down near ten thousand foes. Now they encircle Han’s bastion Yang City tight. In mere months, Han vanishes."

"Splendid!"

Ying Zheng boomed a grand laugh.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!" Civil and martial courtiers hailed as one.

"Chancellor."

"Minister Yu."

"Minister Meng."

"Han’s end paves Qin’s eastward road. No errors allowed," Ying Zheng stated gravely. "Track Han’s war closely, relay every shift to me promptly."

"Your servant obeys the decree," the trio vowed instantly.

"Your Majesty," Meng Yi added smiling, "the Senior General’s triumph dispatch holds a curious tale too."

"Speak it," Ying Zheng bid with casual look.

"Bao Yuan’s heir Bao Qiu commanded twenty thousand at the edge. Routed by Qin might, General Li Teng hunted days fruitless. Turns out Bao Qiu hid not fleeing but playing dead amid corpse heaps. Spotted by our Logistics Army, cornered, he fell to an ordinary logistics trooper," Meng Yi recounted laced with scorn.

Hearing this, amusement flickered on Ying Zheng’s features. "Han praised Bao Yuan and son as ‘tiger sires tiger cubs’ for battle prowess both. For Bao Qiu to perish by a mere logistics man of ours... unrestful grave surely."

"Your Majesty speaks truth," Meng Yi concurred swift.

"Rewards given that logistics soldier?" Ying Zheng queried keenly. "Qin’s merit-punish code scorns no unit divides."

"Rest assured, Your Majesty," Meng Yi soothed quick. "That soldier claimed full due reward."

"Fine. Watch Han fights sharp," Ying Zheng ordered resounding. "For Zhao and Wei realms, bid Wang Jian stay vigilant. Dare they stir, grant him total front command."

「Yang City！」

City in and out reeked of powder smoke. After ten days nonstop Qin barrages, Yang City drowned in warfire. Innumerable slain or wounded inside, Qin Sharp Soldiers’ corpses littered without.

Yet facing Qin’s crushing force and Sharp Soldiers’ bold assaults, Yang City crumbled, seized by General Li Teng.

Yang fallen, Han remnants bolted everyway. Now Logistics Army stepped in for battlefield sweep.

Reaching the field, bloodier than border strife, Zhao Feng’s heart quaked despite familiarity with gore.