Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 7: Continuously Picking Up Attributes

"Nonsense."

"Han's most impregnable fortress stands here, renowned as a defensive bastion."

"In the entire world, perhaps only our formidable Qin could conquer it within a mere ten days," Wei Quan snapped in annoyance.

"True, we captured it, but at the cost of so many lives."

"It's simply destiny," Zhao Feng sighed, surveying the grim landscape.

"Quit the moping. Their deaths are trivial. For Qin to crush Han, no price is too steep," Wei Quan chuckled, his outlook brutally pragmatic.

A deeper sense of relief filled Zhao Feng's mind.

The fallen Qin Sharp Soldiers beyond the walls caught his eye—most pierced by volleys of arrows, others mangled into bloody messes by the city's Stone Throwing Machines. This fight's ferocity far outstripped any border clash.

Zhao Feng contemplated silently.

The sight hardened his determination.

「At that instant!」

A black-armored general, flanked by hundreds of cavalry, rode up to Yang City's gates.

"Logistics Army troops, hear me!" the general thundered. "Yang City is now ours. The Sharp Warriors from Lantian First Main Camp chase the defeated foe. You handle the cleanup of Yang City.

"Carry any injured from the field right away to the Wounded Soldier Camp for aid!

"Clear Yang City within five days!"

The commanding voice drew Zhao Feng's surprised gaze. From afar, the black-armored War General looked slim, with a pale, fair complexion and a slightly strange tone.

One quick look, and Zhao Feng knew this Qin general was female.

"Women rise to general in Qin?" Zhao Feng asked, turning puzzled eyes to Wei Quan.

"A woman as general? What do you mean?" Wei Quan appeared utterly confused.

Zhao Feng gave him a weird stare. "Mr. Wei, are you truly unable to see, or just acting?"

"That general is plainly a woman," Zhao Feng pointed out, glancing at the female officer barking commands.

Wei Quan gaped in shock. "She's female? No chance."

"Drop it." Zhao Feng saw no value in further talk. This surpassed mere poor vision; it was total obliviousness.

"Mr. Zhao, guard your words," Wei Quan murmured, inching nearer. "Check the cavalry with the general. Their gear marks elite attendants, all bearing noble titles at third rank or above. This signals the general's lofty standing—likely a Deputy General beneath the Main General, or part of the Shangjiangjun's close guard."

"Yes, yes," Zhao Feng nodded, ignoring the female general now.

With orders delivered, the woman general swiftly urged her riders into the city.

"Mr. Wei, I'll lead men to shift the corpses." He addressed his team. "Brothers! Thirty grab the carts. Everyone else, with me!"

Unlike days prior, Zhao Feng now commanded a platoon of fifty. He avoided personal cart duty, devoting himself to gathering Attributes.

"Yes, sir!" the fifty men shouted together.

Zhao Feng charged onto the field and began lifting bodies.

"Successfully picked up 1 point of Lifespan."

The first corpse he raised delivered a prized gain. Lifespan ranked scarcest among Attributes; Strength and Speed proved plentiful.

Zhao Feng grinned inwardly while placing the body on the ox cart. These outer-city dead were Qin Sharp Soldiers, demanding careful treatment unlike enemy remains.

"Touching an ordinary soldier."

"Successfully picked up 1 point of Speed."

"Successfully picked up 1 point of Strength."

...

Zhao Feng hauled bodies without pause, snatching Attributes nonstop.

"Touching a Qin centurion. Successfully picked up 5 points of Strength."

Arrow-pocked body lay ahead.

"Rest easy," Zhao Feng whispered, loading it onto the cart before pressing on.

"Touching a Qin Military Marquis. Successfully picked up 10 points of Strength, 10 points of Speed."

A generous pickup once more.

he reflected.

As he shifted another senior officer's corpse, Zhao Feng grew more contemplative. Insights from future history offered him a vantage on this gory field unmatched by any here. He'd never throw away his life for a monarch's schemes or die pointlessly. Living solely for himself was his goal. Absent forced draft, battlefields would remain alien to him.

he promised himself.

He sped up, harvesting Attributes. Touching alone wouldn't do; the system insisted on five breaths of contact with the origin.

The Logistics Army's three thousand worked with speed to scour the field. In under half a day, the city's perimeter stood mostly clean.

Nearly ten thousand Qin elite soldiers' bodies were carted off. The other seven thousand logistics troops dug graves and raised mounds—a longer chore. Operations flowed smoothly.

"Open Attribute Panel," Zhao Feng instructed.

Host: Zhao Feng

Age: 15

Strength: 458 (The higher the Strength, the greater the force that can be unleashed.)

Speed: 312 (The higher the number, the faster the speed.)

Constitution: 265 (The stronger the Constitution, the faster injuries heal and the more endless the stamina.)

Spirit: 268 (The stronger the Spirit, the clearer the mind. At a certain level, one can sense nature’s spiritual energy.)

Lifespan: 86 years and 108 days

Portable Space: 2 Cubic Meters

Perusing his attributes, Zhao Feng realized he was acting ungrateful, like inspecting a gift horse's teeth.