Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 841 Chapter 341: Zhao Feng Arrives at the Battlefield! Daqin Elite Soldiers’ First Battle! (Part 2)

Northern Frontier, Northern Defense!

Four hundred thousand Daqin Elite Soldiers had already formed up in battle array, awaiting the enemy.

As the two great camps guarding the Northern Border, these two had the greatest number of Cavalry among all Qin Army camps.

Two hundred thousand Cavalry formed up in front.

Two hundred thousand Infantry stood behind.

If one looked closely.

One would find that the weapons in the hands of the Northern Frontier Camp Elite Soldiers had now undergone an earth‑shaking transformation.

The Cavalry all held Mo Knives, with repeating crossbows hanging at their waists.

Moreover, there was also a unit of Cavalry within the army formation that was particularly eye‑catching, because their entire bodies were wrapped in thick Black Armor, Iron Helmets upon their heads, armor draped over their bodies, and even the warhorses beneath them were the same, wrapped in heavy armor.

They looked like moving fortresses.

They were precisely the newly formed Heavy Cavalry of Qin.

Even with full‑force forging, there were now only ten thousand sets of Heavy Armored Cavalry equipment in each army; here, there were twenty thousand Heavy Armored Cavalry.

Those clad in Heavy Armor were all Elite Soldiers of the Northern Frontier and Northern Defense Camps whose Cultivation was the most advanced, all above the Seventh layer of Acquired Realm; only thus could they bring forth the full power of the Heavy Armor.

Looking again at the archers.

The original Qin Bow had already been eliminated; at this moment they held Composite Strong Bows. Not only did these save effort, they also combined the bow‑making of this era with Artifact Refining by Artifact Refiners, allowing them to withstand greater force.

Throughout the Qin Army, besides the popularization of Martial Arts, the weapons were also completely renewed.

"They're here."

Meng Wu sat astride his warhorse, looking at the trembling ground, then at the north, a cold smile appearing on his face.

"Foreign Tribes."

Li Mu's eyes were also filled with killing intent.

And at this moment.

Above the Void.

A black Dragon shadow was roaming, and upon the Dragon Head stood a man.

It was Zhao Feng.

"Donghu, Xiongnu."

Zhao Feng gazed toward the north, a hint of coldness hanging on his face.

This time coming here.

Zhao Feng was not only here to pick up Attribute, but also to let the Black Dragon devour Evil Qi again and evolve.

"Time to show myself."

Zhao Feng thought to himself.

He immediately gave an order to the Black Dragon under his feet.

"Aooo!"

A Dragon's roar shook the heavens.

The Northern Frontier Elite Soldiers outside The Great Wall all raised their heads to look toward the Heavenly Vault.

A Black Dragon descended fiercely; when they saw the figure upon the Dragon Head, every Elite Soldier was incomparably excited.

"The Crown Prince has come."

"The Crown Prince is here in person."

"What the Shangjiangjun said was indeed true, the Crown Prince would personally come to direct the battle."

"Hahaha."

"Today, I am definitely going to slaughter these Foreign Tribe bastards, let the Crown Prince see the ferocity of our Northern Frontier Elite Soldiers."

"Exactly."

"The Crown Prince really has come..."

Countless Elite Soldiers were incomparably excited.

Throughout the Daqin World, after the Martial exhibition, more than ninety‑nine percent of the subjects now recognized Zhao Feng.

The Tian Xuan Mirror image was branded in their hearts.

A thunderous boom!

The Black Dragon descended fiercely into the army formation.

"Your minister greets the Crown Prince."

Li Mu and Meng Wu, faces filled with excitement, immediately shouted loudly.

"We, your ministers, pay respects to the Crown Prince."

The four hundred thousand Daqin Elite Soldiers shouted in unison.

"Qin soldiers."

"At ease."

Zhao Feng smiled and shouted in a mighty voice.

"Thank you, Crown Prince." Countless Elite Soldiers shouted in unison, gazing at Zhao Feng's figure with reverence, fervent and loyal.

"Foreign Tribes invade."

"I, today, have personally come to the Northern Frontier."

"It is precisely to witness the valiant bearing of Qin's soldiers in great battle, and even more to see, after Martial Arts entered the army, what the battle strength of Qin's soldiers has become."

"Soldiers, do you have the confidence to slaughter these Foreign Tribe scum to the last?"

Zhao Feng raised his hand, pointing toward the already faintly visible Foreign Tribes' great army, and shouted loudly.

"Wind, wind, wind."

"Great wind."

The Daqin Elite Soldiers answered Zhao Feng with the "wind" shout of the Qin Army, their surging morale sweeping across the Heavenly Vault.

"Today, I shall remain here, witnessing the soldiers' heroic slaughter of the enemy, observing their complete extermination of the Foreign Tribes."

"Qin, may your National Fortune be everlasting!"

Zhao Feng proclaimed loudly.

The soldiers responded with their battle cries, their morale soaring to unimaginable heights.

Zhao Feng.

Within the Qin empire, he was revered as a divine existence; his very presence was sufficient to ignite absolute morale in countless Elite Soldiers, their fighting will ascending towards the heavens.

Furthermore.

Ever since Zhao Feng was officially designated as the Crown Prince.

The Qi Fortune Seal associated with him underwent a corresponding transformation.

[Crown Prince Seal]: When the Host personally leads troops onto the battlefield, they can inspire subordinates' morale fourfold and increase their combat effectiveness by fourfold. For enemies slain by subordinates, the Host receives fifty percent of the slain enemy's Attribute pickups! When not personally commanding on the field, the Host still obtains forty percent of the kill Attribute pickups from the Empire's soldiers!

This represented the official seal after its latest metamorphosis.

As long as Zhao Feng was present on the battlefield, he could bestow enhanced combat strength and morale upon his Elite Soldiers, in addition to collecting half the Attributes from enemies vanquished by their hands.

Thud, thud.

Thud, thud, thud.

The ground vibrated from the approaching might.

Behold, the Northern Frontier.

Stretching as far as the eye could comprehend.

An unending tide of Foreign Tribe Cavalry surged forth from the Northern Frontier, advancing south like a devastating flood.

They obscured the sky and blotted out the sun.

It was as if a rolling wave of killing intent was descending upon them.

"They have arrived."

Meng Wu and Li Mu both displayed a fervent desire to engage the enemy in their eyes.

Meng Wu, in particular.

After commencing his cultivation of Martial Arts, he had yet to fully unleash his Martial Dao Power in a genuine battle; the Strength derived from his Grandmaster Realm had never been completely utilized.

Li Mu, conversely, maintained a much calmer demeanor. Having followed Zhao Feng from an early stage and cultivated for many years at the Yanting stronghold, he, like many of Zhao Feng's veteran subordinates, had now ascended to the Great Grandmaster Realm.

With his innate Strength alone, even when his True Qi was depleted, he could still massacre tens of thousands; he was no longer an ordinary mortal.

As the Foreign Tribes drew within a hundred zhang of the Great Qin Army Formation.

"Daqin Elite Soldiers..."

Meng Wu and Li Mu simultaneously drew the swords from their waists.

"Kill!"

The two Shangjiangjun commanded in unison.

"Wind, wind, wind."

"Gale!"

An overwhelming surge of killing intent erupted.

Two hundred thousand Cavalry thundered forth simultaneously, their Mo Knives gripped firmly, each soldier secretly circulating their Inner Strength as the potent energy within their bodies erupted forth.

And to the north.

Hundreds of thousands of Donghu and Xiongnu Cavalry were also charging ferociously, their hooves pounding the earth as they surged towards Qin.

"Kill... kill..."

"Annihilate every single one of these Qin dogs!"

"Avenge our blood debts and enduring hatred!"

"Slaughter all the Qin people... kill..."

"Kill..."

Innumerable Foreign Tribe Soldiers bellowed their war cries. Empowered by their sheer numerical superiority, the Soldiers of the Donghu and Xiongnu were filled with an unshakeable confidence.

At this critical juncture.

They brandished the long sabers characteristic of their grasslands, astride their warhorses, yet the majority were clad in no Battle Armor.

In stark contrast to the Qin Army.

Perhaps this disparity epitomized the divide between civilization and barbarism.

"Daqin Elite Soldiers."

"Bows and arrows."

"Kill!"

Li Mu and Meng Wu issued their commands once more.

They suddenly spurred their mounts forward and charged into the fray.

At this precise moment.

The legacy of Qin's Martial Arts had been passed down through generations.

Li Mu and Meng Wu had fully internalized Zhao Feng's seasoned tactics: the Shangjiangjun advance first, igniting the spirit of the entire army.

Wielding the power of Martial Dao, they harbored no fear of any enemy force.

"Wind, wind, wind."

The resounding shout of "wind" shook the very heavens.

Countless Daqin Elite Soldiers drew the repeating crossbows holstered at their waists and unleashed their volleys towards the sky.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

A dense barrage of arrows arced through the sky, descending upon the Foreign Tribes.

A chaotic hail of arrows rained down.

Wave after wave of Foreign Tribesmen fell, their blood dyeing the vast desert crimson.

"Battle Formation, activate."

At this command.

Li Mu and Meng Wu separated, plunging deeper into the enemy ranks.

Then.

With a fierce battle cry.

They executed a series of intricate hand seals.

Simultaneously, a peculiar surge of Blood Qi billowed from their bodies.

"Army Soul Battle Array."

"Although this technique was passed down after the advent of Martial Arts..."

"I have yet to witness the full might of this Battle Formation."

Zhao Feng observed with keen interest.

"Battle Formation, gather."

The Elite Soldiers from the Northern Frontier and Northern Defense camps appeared to respond to an unseen summons.

Each warrior meticulously channeled the Battle Formation Heart Technique, guiding the surging Blood Qi from their very beings. This vital energy, drawn by an unseen current, flowed inexorably towards their general. Li Mu and Meng Wu felt their own Blood Qi intensely churn and amplify. The vast expanse of the sky itself was painted a deep crimson by the potent gathering of this immense Blood Qi. Then, in perfect unison, they lifted their swords aloft. Stirring the roaring tide of Blood Qi within them, they let out a simultaneous cry: "Slash!" With that single command, their blades descended. Two earth-shattering, tiger-like roars echoed through the heavens. As their swords moved, they conjured two blood-red sword beams, each stretching an astonishing four to five hundred zhang in length. These beams transformed into colossal, sky-rending blades that plummeted towards the advancing ranks of the Foreign Tribes. "What sorcery is this?" "Could these Qin warriors wield demonic arts?" "Wh-what is happening?" Terror bloomed on the faces of the Foreign Tribe generals and soldiers at the forefront as they beheld the mysterious, blood-red behemoths descending from the heavens. Yet, for them, the moment had long passed for any reaction. ...