Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 844 Chapter 342: Martial Dao Power, Annihilating Two Tribes! (Part 3)

Utter terror gripped them at this moment.

"Retreat!"

"Sound the retreat gong!"

Tuoba Hu bellowed.

The sound of the gong reverberated from the rear of the invading army.

Upon hearing the signal.

The foreign troops could no longer maintain their composure and fled in disarray.

"Flee?"

"Do you really think you can escape?"

High above in the void.

Zhao Feng observed with a cold gaze.

In this engagement.

Merely a little over an hour of Qin time, and the enemy forces had already suffered over two hundred thousand casualties.

It was a one-sided annihilation.

Under Zhao Feng's divine sense.

Wang Ben, at the helm of the Lantian Camp, had successfully flanked the enemy's rear; there was no path of escape left for them.

"Elite Soldiers!"

"Pursue them!"

"Allow not a single foreign devil to get away!"

"Annihilate them all!"

Li Mu commanded with a stern voice.

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Li Mu commanded with a stern voice.

"Kill!" Meng Wu whispered, spurring his warhorse forward in pursuit.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

"Great gusts of wind!"

Countless elite soldiers roared in unison, relentlessly chasing, their blades cleaving through any who lagged behind.

In the rear, elite soldiers unleashed volleys from their repeating crossbows, mowing down the fleeing enemy.

In less than two hours of Qin time.

The once arrogant Tuoba Hu and Modu had lost all courage, reduced to the pathetic state of dogs without a home.

They desperately scrambled towards the Northern Frontier.

Seeking to escape this deadly battlefield.

However, even as the foreigners retreated.

To the north.

The very earth began to tremble.

The heavens themselves seemed to quake.

Within the sight of innumerable, despairing foreign soldiers, ranks of black-armored Qin cavalry erupted from the direction opposite their homeland.

Across the open plains and the vast expanse of the Great Desert, the lack of defensive cities was both the strength and the undoing of the nomadic tribes.

"Great King!"

"This is dire!"

"The Qin Army has outflanked our rear, severing our only escape route!"

"Our rear defenses have already been breached by the Qin forces!"

A general from the rear guard rushed frantically to Tuoba Hu, reporting with palpable fear.

As the words were spoken.

Tuoba Hu and Modu's faces drained of all color.

They both cast their eyes northward.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground shook with the thunderous advance.

Countless Qin cavalry clad in black armor charged forward relentlessly.

Each wielding a long Mo Dao, their heavy armor providing formidable protection as they broke through enemy lines.

"Insolent foreign curs!"

"To dare invade our Qin lands, you court death!"

Wang Ben glared with icy fury, then raised his Mo Dao, bellowing with commanding authority: "Daqin Elite Soldiers!"

"Activate battle formation!"

The thirty thousand elite soldiers of the Lantian Camp responded in unison: "Battle formation, assemble!"

A colossal blade, six hundred zhang in length and glowing a terrifying blood-red, materialized in the air.

Before the eyes of countless terrified and hopeless foreigners, it descended with a deafening roar.

The earth split asunder.

A massive chasm, stained with blood and gore, obliterated tens of thousands of the enemy in its path.

Following this decisive blow.

The three Qin camps united their forces, initiating a complete encirclement.

Ruthlessly slaughtering the remaining foreign soldiers!

Zhao Feng observed the unfolding events with a detached, cold demeanor.

Witnessing the utter destruction of the elite armies belonging to the Donghu and Xiongnu tribes.

As time marched on.

One hour of Qin time.

Two hours of Qin time.

Three hours of Qin time.

The sky had grown dim and overcast.

Only a few thousand of the royal guards remained clustered around Tuoba Hu and Modu, trapped within the tightening noose of the encirclement.

The foreign masses, numbering in the tens of thousands, were fragmented into countless pockets, being systematically besieged.

"It is finished."

"Our tribes are doomed."

Despair etched itself onto Tuoba Hu's features.

But Modu, surveying his surroundings, suddenly cried out: "I am Modu, Chanyu of the Xiongnu Clan! I request an audience with the Qin General! I am willing to surrender, to submit to Qin rule, and my Xiongnu Clan pledges eternal allegiance to Qin!"

As Modu's proclamation echoed.

Tuoba Hu, standing beside him, appeared utterly stunned.

He clearly had not anticipated Modu's desperate act of cowardice.

"The people of Qin are merciless; they will not spare us."

"Rather than surrender, we should fight the Qin Army to the bitter end."

Tuoba Hu declared with resolute defiance.

Upon hearing Tuoba Hu's words, a cold glint sparked within Modu's eyes.

Then, with a sudden burst of speed, he moved, striking Tuoba Hu with his saber and knocking him from his horse in a single, decisive blow.

"You... what are you doing?" Faced with this abrupt act of betrayal, Tuoba Hu recoiled in shock.

"I trade your life for the survival of my Chanyu."

Modu dismounted quickly, pressing his blade against Tuoba Hu's throat.

"Qin General!"

"I have captured the Donghu Chanyu!"

"I wish to surrender to Qin!"

Modu shouted, dragging Tuoba Hu forward.

He addressed the Qin elite soldiers positioned ahead.

Witnessing this turn of events.

The engaged Qin elite soldiers exchanged glances, and the surrounding combat momentarily ceased.

It was evident that.

These rank-and-file soldiers lacked the authority to make such a pivotal decision.

At that precise moment!

A voice descended from the heavens: "You seek to surrender?"

Modu's head snapped upwards, his gaze searching the sky.

His gaze was clouded with shock and utter horror.

"Dragon... Dragon..."

The foreign warriors surrounding them were utterly stunned.

"Who exactly are we facing?"

"Could it be that legendary dragons have truly manifested?"

At this moment, their hearts were overwhelmed with a complex mix of despair.

Even Tuoba Hu felt it.

"How did the Qin Empire become so overwhelmingly powerful?"

"Is it possible that the Qin is truly favored by the heavens?" Tuoba Hu's eyes mirrored this despair, tinged with fierce unwillingness.

"Yes, yes, yes."

"I, Modu, the Chanyu of the Xiongnu, hereby pledge my submission to Qin."

Modu nodded repeatedly, his voice trembling.

"I desire for the Xiongnu Clan to become eternal slaves to Qin."

"Are you willing?" Zhao Feng's gaze locked onto Modu, intense and unwavering.

"Willing."

"I am willing."

Modu gritted his teeth, the words forced out.

To preserve his life, he cast aside all other considerations.

"Hahaha."

"Modu."

"You are utterly unfit to lead as a king."

Tuoba Hu erupted in laughter, a harsh, bitter sound.

Upon seeing Zhao Feng, Tuoba Hu's eyes blazed with a potent murderous intent.

"Zhao Feng."

"I may be unable to slay you in this lifetime, but in the next, you will surely meet your end at my hands."

"My clan will never, ever bow down." Tuoba Hu spat out the words, choked with hatred.

Zhao Feng simply cast a dismissive glance at Tuoba Hu.

"Ah..."

With a piercing, tragic scream, Tuoba Hu was lifted uncontrollably into the air.

"I will ensure you have no next life to speak of."

Zhao Feng declared with icy coldness.

With a mere flick of his finger.

Tuoba Hu was instantly reduced to mere dust.

Then.

The Netherworld Flame materialized, engulfing Tuoba Hu and proceeding to incinerate his very soul.

"Killed the King of Donghu, gained 300 full attribute points, and acquired a fourth-tier treasure chest." The system prompt appeared.

Modu watched, his body trembling in sheer terror.

"I can grant you your life, but your entire tribe shall serve Qin as slaves for eternity."

"To preempt any treacherous schemes."

"I shall implant a flame within you that possesses the power to incinerate your soul; should you dare to betray me, this flame will ignite and burn your soul."

Zhao Feng stated coldly, infusing a Netherworld Flame into Modu's very being.

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