Less than fifty miles from the Han capital of Xinzheng, there lay a small city under Han control.
Inside the city, a meager force of a few thousand Han soldiers was desperately shooting arrows to repel the advancing Qin troops.
But as the elite Qin soldiers reached the city gates, a battering ram struck with a thunderous blow.
Boom!
The city gates were smashed open.
Drawing his sword, Chen Tao bellowed, "All units, attack!"
Immediately, his force of ten thousand elite soldiers surged toward the city like a tidal wave.
For the Qin army, such a small city posed little resistance. Once they breached the city walls, the outcome was already determined.
The Han troops inside the city panicked and scattered in retreat, while the Qin soldiers gave relentless chase.
Among them was Zhao Feng.
"Kill!" Zhao Feng shouted, wielding his Dragon Spring Sword. With the enhancement of his divine weapon and his extraordinary attributes, no one could stand against him—especially the already demoralized Han troops.
"Defeated a Han soldier. Gained 5 strength points."
"Defeated a Han soldier. Gained 5 speed points."
"Defeated a Han soldier. Gained 5 days of lifespan."
"Defeated a Han soldier..."
As Zhao Feng charged into the city, cutting down enemies left and right, he continuously gained attributes with every kill.
"Follow the captain! Fight!"
The troops under Zhao Feng's command roared in unison, their morale high as they followed him in the assault.
In just over an hour, the Qin flag was flying over the small city, marking it as conquered.
The streets were littered with Han corpses, and very few were left alive.
"General Chen," Zhao Feng reported, bowing before Chen Tao. "This Han city is completely under our control."
"Zhao Captain, I've witnessed your ferocity firsthand," another captain from the same division remarked with a hint of envy. "Once the gates fell, you and your men rushed in and practically wiped out all the Han troops by yourselves."
"Captain Liu flatters me," Zhao Feng replied with a modest smile. "My men have been stationed at the rear for too long. They were just eager for a proper battle, that's all."
"Enough talk," Chen Tao interjected. "Speed is crucial in warfare. According to the map, we are less than a hundred miles from the Han capital. We must quicken our pace to rendezvous with General Li's forces."
"But this city still needs to be secured until the supply troops arrive. Which of you will stay behind to handle this task?"
Zhao Feng stepped forward immediately. "I volunteer to stay and oversee the cleanup until the supply troops arrive."
After all, the city was filled with thousands of Han corpses. For Zhao Feng, this was a prime opportunity to collect a massive amount of attribute points.
"Very well," Chen Tao agreed. "Captain Liu will continue marching with me, while Captain Zhao holds this position. Once the supply troops arrive, proceed immediately."
Both captains saluted and accepted their orders.
As Chen Tao and Captain Liu's forces moved on, Zhao Feng quickly assembled his five lieutenants.
"Orders, Captain?" the five men asked in unison, bowing.
"This city is secure, but we must wait for the supply troops to take over. Here are your assignments," Zhao Feng began, issuing instructions methodically.
"Zhang Han, lead your unit in clearing the battlefield and tending to any wounded comrades. Anyone still alive must be sent to the medical camp immediately. As for the enemy, ensure every Han soldier is given a mercy blow to prevent any surprises."
"Yes, sir!" Zhang Han responded firmly.
"Li Dao, take your men outside the city and start digging mass graves."
"Wei Quan, organize your unit to transport the Han corpses out of the city for burial. Be swift."
…
With precise orders, Zhao Feng's lieutenants dispersed to execute their tasks.
One lieutenant, Wei Quan, hesitated briefly before asking, "Captain, isn't dealing with corpses the job of the supply troops?"
"True," Zhao Feng acknowledged. "But supply troops often face ambushes by enemies feigning death. This cannot happen under my command. From now on, the Zhao Battalion will personally handle burials after every battle."
Hearing this, Wei Quan immediately understood. The memory of enemy soldiers pretending to be dead and launching surprise attacks was still fresh in his mind. This precaution was clearly for their safety.
Of course, Zhao Feng's true reason was to make use of the Luck Official Seal's ability to harvest attribute points from buried soldiers.
By evening, the city had been fully cleared.
"Captain, all the corpses have been buried," Zhang Han reported.
As he finished speaking, the system prompted Zhao Feng:
"Attributes harvested from subordinates' efforts."
"Gained 56 strength points."
"Gained 48 speed points."
"Gained 53 constitution points."
"Gained 59 spirit points."
"Gained 60 days of lifespan."
"Congratulations, all attributes have surpassed 700. You have been awarded a Tier 1 Treasure Chest."
In an instant, Zhao Feng felt a surge of power coursing through his body. His strength had once again undergone a qualitative leap.
"Show me the attribute panel."
Age: 16
Strength: 1056
Speed: 712
Constitution: 716
Spirit: 702
Lifespan: 86 years and 360 days
Spatial Storage: 7 cubic meters
Cultivation Technique: Dragon Elephant Art
Martial Skills: Dragon Subduing Palm, Explosive Fist (Basic Mastery: Can unleash double one's strength in a punch).
"Breaking 700 in all attributes feels incredible," Zhao Feng muttered, clenching his fists. "This strength, this power… Who in the world could withstand a punch from me now?"
"Xiang Yu, are you even born yet? Even if you could lift a cauldron, by the time you grow up, I'll already be a full-fledged cultivator."
Just then, Zhao Feng snapped out of his thoughts.
"The supply troops have arrived, right?" he asked Zhang Han.
"They've just reached the city," Zhang Han confirmed.
"Good. Relay my orders: Have the supply troops prepare food and rest. The Zhao Battalion will recuperate tonight and march at dawn tomorrow."
"Yes, Captain!" Zhang Han saluted and departed to carry out the command.