: All Attributes Surpass 200! Another Treasure Box!

"I've never seen a soldier so diligent about carrying corpses." Many of the soldiers digging pits remarked with emotion as they watched Zhao Feng's retreating figure.

Zhao Feng was, indeed, highly motivated for the grand task of carrying corpses.

He returned to the battlefield.

Those comrades from the Army Marquis Camp naturally couldn't help but tease Zhao Feng, saying he was cut out to be a corpse-carrying soldier.

Zhao Feng just smiled without saying a word.

You all don't know that I grow stronger by carrying corpses! You can laugh, but I'll remain silent!

Although he hadn't joined the Qin Army in attacking cities, being in the logistics camp was still dangerous. There could be enemy soldiers playing dead or even a surprise attack—any of which could be fatal. Now that he had this excellent opportunity to become stronger, Zhao Feng was determined to seize it.

It was just like the saying in the military camps of later generations: "The more you sweat in training, the less you bleed in battle."

With this mindset, Zhao Feng worked to enhance all his attributes. This was the capital he needed for his survival. He hadn't thought about promotions or titles; his only goal was to survive his two years of service and return home.

Even as a reincarnator who knew history, what good would it do? He wasn't a prince or a noble, nor was he from some great clan. What grand aspirations could he possibly have? And even though the Qin's system of military merit was said to be fair, you still had to risk your life to earn anything!

'Touched Han Junhou, gained 5 Strength, 5 Speed, 5 Constitution, 5 Spirit, and 5 Lifespan.'

'First time collecting from the rank of Junhou, which carries National Destiny. Received one First Order Treasure Chest.' A prompt appeared on the panel.

Seeing this, Zhao Feng's face lit up with joy. I didn't expect that I could get stronger attributes from an officer's rank and even a Treasure Box reward. Is this considered a jackpot?

"Open the Treasure Box," Zhao Feng ordered impatiently.

'Opened First Order Treasure Chest, obtained one [Inner Armor of Protection].' The panel displayed.

A life-saving Divine Artifact! I'll put it on as soon as I get back. Zhao Feng thought excitedly.

This haul of attributes from the Han Junhou, along with the Treasure Box, motivated Zhao Feng even more.

His eyes scanned the area, searching for the bodies of Han officers. He hoped to find a few more surrendered Han soldiers who had become officers; their attributes were worth several ordinary soldiers combined. While carrying a corpse to the ox cart, Zhao Feng kept scanning his surroundings.

Just then, the Commander of Zhao Feng's company was also moving bodies with a few men. As they approached a pile of corpses and prepared to move them, a pair of eyes suddenly snapped open within the heap. Seeing the Qin soldiers drawing closer, the man's hand quietly tightened around the hilt of his sword.

As the few Qin soldiers drew near, the Han soldier in the pile leaped up and thrust his sword forward.

With a single thrust, the sword pierced an unarmored logistics soldier, who let out an agonized scream. The Han soldier kicked him away, pulling his bloody sword free. He then turned toward several other unprepared logistics soldiers and charged at them fiercely.

This sudden turn of events shocked the surrounding soldiers who were clearing the battlefield.

But the leading Commander immediately snapped back to his senses, drew his sword, and shouted, "Enemy! Draw your swords and kill!"

The logistics soldiers around him quickly rallied and drew their swords, fire in their eyes. Though they were logistics soldiers, they too were eligible for promotion by killing the enemy. Collecting the dead wasn't as perilous as frontline combat, but they could still encounter enemies feigning death. Although dangerous, such a situation was also an excellent opportunity to earn military merit.

"Kill him!" the Commander roared.

About a dozen Qin soldiers immediately rushed toward the Han soldier.

Not far away, Zhao Feng also witnessed this scene.

Playing dead in one spot for three days and dodging three sweeps... this Han soldier is incredibly patient.

After a great battle, armored Sharp Warriors would first clear the battlefield. To put it plainly, they delivered a finishing blow to every enemy soldier to ensure they were truly dead. After that, the logistics soldiers would perform two more sweeps. For this Han soldier to have survived until now was truly a rare occurrence.

Watching a dozen of his Pao Ze surround the man, eager to land the killing blow and claim the military merit, Zhao Feng slowly approached. He didn't intend to join the scramble for credit, as the Han soldier's death seemed a certainty.

However, Zhao Feng and all the other Qin soldiers had underestimated the man's ferocity.

He glanced around, his gaze immediately locking onto the commander, Wei Quan, who was directing from the rear.

He burst forward violently. With one slash, he killed the Qin soldier before him, kicked out, and charged straight for the Commander.

Clearly, this was no ordinary Han soldier. He knew to kill the officer first.

Wei Quan, remaining calm, raised his sword to meet the charge. But just as their blades clashed, the Han soldier reacted with astonishing speed. He parried with a jolt and lashed out with a kick. Wei Quan cried out in pain as the blow sent him falling backward onto the ground.

The Han soldier's eyes gleamed with bloodlust. Gripping his sword with both hands, he raised it high and plunged it down toward Wei Quan. The surrounding soldiers rushed forward, but they were too late.

This is bad. Those moves are definitely not from an ordinary Han soldier.

Zhao Feng realized something was terribly wrong. If he didn't act now, the Commander who had looked out for him would surely die.

He glanced at the sword in his hand, took a thrower's stance, and hurled it with all his might at the Han soldier.

WHOOSH!

The sharp blade cut through the air, flying straight for its target.

Just as the Han soldier was about to strike Wei Quan down...

SQUELCH!

The Han soldier's body shuddered. Pain and struggle filled his eyes. He looked down at his chest in disbelief, where a blood-stained sword now protruded from his body. The sword in his hands slowly fell, and finally, he tottered and collapsed.

In front of him, Wei Quan had been saved from the brink of death.

'Killed Han Wanjiang, gained 20 Strength, 20 Speed, 20 Constitution, 20 Spirit, and 20 Lifespan.'

'All attributes have surpassed 200. Received one First Order Treasure Chest.' A notification appeared on the panel.

Seeing this, Zhao Feng was astonished. No wonder this guy was so fierce, he was a Han Wanjiang! And I don't just get attributes by touching corpses, I can also get them by killing enemies. Awesome! All my attributes are over 200 now.

At that moment, Wei Quan recovered from his near-death experience. He got to his feet and knelt to examine the enemy who had nearly taken his life. Fumbling at the man's waist, he pulled out a military tag.

"Commander, are you alright?"

"This Han soldier was too fierce."

"He killed two of our brothers," a logistics soldier said indignantly, unable to resist kicking the Han officer on the ground.

"He's no ordinary Han soldier," Wei Quan said, his eyes wide with shock as he looked at the tag in his hand.

Then, looking at the gathered soldiers, he asked loudly, "Who threw that sword?"

: A Logistics Soldier Killed a Han General!

Hearing Wei Quan's shout, the soldiers around all turned, looking toward Zhao Feng, who was about a hundred feet away.

Witnessing this scene, Wei Quan immediately understood and burst into laughter. "Zhao Feng, you little rascal, that was a nice throw! I was almost sent to see King Yan by that dog."

"It's good that you're alive, Senior Captain."

"I'll get back to carrying the bodies," Zhao Feng replied with a chuckle.

He was still immersed in the excitement of all his attributes breaking the two hundred mark. He had also received a Treasure Box reward and planned to open it in secret.

"Mr. Zhao," Wei Quan shouted, annoyed. "Stand right there. Do you know who you just killed?"

"Senior Captain, wasn't it just a particularly fierce Han soldier? Who else could it be?"

The surrounding soldiers looked at Wei Quan with surprise. The Han soldier lying on the ground was only wearing ordinary battle armor and had no distinguishing features.

Zhao Feng stopped and looked at Wei Quan.

From the panel's recent notification, I already know this was a Wanjiang of the Han army. But seeing Wei Quan's reaction, could this Wanjiang have some incredible identity?

Wei Quan raised the military token in his hand, laughing loudly. "This man is Bao Qiu, the son of Han's Senior General, Bao Yuan! He originally commanded tens of thousands to guard the Han border. Our Qin army broke through but never captured him. I never thought he'd be playing dead in a pile of corpses."

"Zhao Feng, you've made a great contribution," he continued. "You've killed a general! And not just any general, but the son of Han's Senior General, Bao Yuan!"

Then, Wei Quan tossed the military token to Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng caught it and looked. It bore the name Bao Qiu, written in Han characters. On the battlefield, the military token was the sole means of identification.

After hearing Wei Quan's words, Zhao Feng remained calm, while the soldiers around him were stunned.

"My heavens!"

"The Han border commander was killed by Zhao Feng just like that?"

"This is a tremendous feat!"

"This military achievement will let Zhao Feng rise three ranks, won't it?"

"Killing a general... he won't just be promoted, he'll be ennobled, right?"

The surrounding soldiers all cast envious looks toward Zhao Feng. Who wouldn't want such a great merit?

In the Qin Army, soldiers who went into battle were known as Sharp Warriors. Simply by joining a battle, they would receive a first-rank title of nobility. However, logistics soldiers were not entitled to nobility and received only half the annual salary of a Sharp Warrior. This was a clear case of you reap what you sow. Sharp Warriors risked their lives on the battlefield, while logistics soldiers faced far less danger.

"Aren't you the least bit happy about this, you rascal?" Wei Quan asked, approaching the composed Zhao Feng with a look of bewilderment.

"Senior Captain," Zhao Feng said with a smile, handing the military token back to Wei Quan. "It was purely an instinct to save you. I wasn't thinking about anything else. You should rest well after your close brush with death. I'll go back to carrying bodies."

He then turned around and went back to his work.

I might as well use this time to carry a few more bodies and collect more attributes.

As for the rewards for killing a general, Zhao Feng truly wasn't as enthusiastic about them as he was about collecting attributes.

"You rascal," Wei Quan said with a helpless smile as he watched Zhao Feng leave.

However, his eyes filled with gratitude. If it weren't for Zhao Feng's sword throw just now, he really would be meeting King Yan. How could Wei Quan not be grateful for having his life saved?

"A few men, over here!" Wei Quan commanded loudly. "Lift up Bao Qiu's body. We're reporting this to the Junhou."

"Yes, sir!"

Several soldiers immediately complied, lifting Bao Qiu's body. Wei Quan then led them to report to their superior Junhou.

"There might be more survivors!"

"Search carefully! Maybe we can make a major contribution too!"

Watching Wei Quan leave, the soldiers of the company grew eager and began searching among the corpses, hoping to stumble upon another great merit like Bao Qiu.

However, Zhao Feng, the one who had actually killed the general, was simply carrying corpses while checking his attributes.

Host: Zhao Feng

Age: 15 years old

Strength: 316 (The stronger you are, the greater the force you can unleash.)

Speed: 206 (The higher the number, the faster you are.)

Constitution: 208 (The stronger your constitution, the faster your injury recovery and the more inexhaustible your stamina.)

Spirit: 201 (The stronger your spirit, the clearer your mind and thoughts. When it reaches a certain level, you can sense nature's spiritual energy.)

Lifespan: 86 years and 68 days

Portable Space: 2 cubic meters

A single punch from me now has over three hundred pounds of force. I could kill a man with one hit. My speed is at two hundred and six, twice that of a normal person. This Constitution must manifest in kidney function, right? If it reaches 1000, would I have the legendary Golden Kidneys?! And Spirit... it says I can sense nature's spiritual energy faster. In my past life, I read tons of novels where cultivation required spiritual energy. Does this mean I'll be able to cultivate in the future? The Corpse-Carrying Soldier... what a great job!

Looking at his current attributes, Zhao Feng was utterly delighted. This was all the motivation he needed to keep carrying corpses!

「At the Senior General's Main Camp」

For the current campaign to annihilate Han, King Ying Zheng of Qin had issued an imperial edict ordering the Lantian Camp to march. The main general, Li Teng, led an army of a hundred thousand to attack, while Senior General Wang Jian was personally overseeing the war from the Qin-Han border.

"Father," Wang Ben, one of Lantian Camp's leading generals, reported excitedly in front of a map of Han. "The war is progressing rapidly. General Li Teng has already reached Yang City. Within three months, Han will be no more."

"Han has a small territory and an army of merely one hundred thousand. Do you know why the Great King had the entire Lantian Camp mobilize?" Wang Jian asked with a smile.

"The Great King's brilliance and strategy have long been aimed at unifying the world," Wang Ben replied immediately. "To annihilate Han requires only the strength of one of our Lantian's main divisions, but to defend against Zhao and Wei requires the full strength of the Lantian Camp."

"It is good that you see this point," Wang Jian said gravely. "Qin could have easily wiped out Han years ago. We waited until today for the right moment to strike unexpectedly."

Just then, a voice called out from outside.

"Report!" A trusted aide rushed into the tent. "Reporting to the Senior General, the Logistics Army has just sent good news."

"Speak," Wang Jian gestured.

"The Logistics Army found Bao Qiu," the aide reported respectfully. "The body is just outside."

"Four days... we've finally found him," Wang Jian said, standing up immediately. "Let's go take a look."

Wang Ben followed closely behind him.

Outside the tent, Bao Qiu's body was laid out, a blood-stained sword still embedded in his chest.

"He only just died?"

Upon seeing the body, Wang Jian immediately noticed that the bloodstains were not yet dry, clearly not from someone who had been dead for days.

"Senior General, this is a Junhou from the Logistics Army," an aide said, gesturing to the man who had delivered the body. "It was his Army Marquis Camp that discovered Bao Qiu."

"Who killed Bao Qiu?" Wang Jian asked the Junhou.

"Reporting to the Senior General," the Junhou replied at once. "It was a logistics soldier from my Army Marquis Camp."

: I Have No Ambition for Promotion; Survival Matters Most

The Qin Army's military merit system was incredibly strict. Aside from mutual oversight among the military personnel, there were officials specifically assigned to supervise military achievements. Anyone daring to falsely claim or seize military merits would be reported directly to the King of Qin for severe and unforgivable punishment. When the system was first implemented, perhaps some of the nobility dared to take such a huge risk, but now, no one did.

"Bao Qiu was killed by a soldier from your Logistics Army?" Wang Ben asked in surprise.

"Reporting to General Wang, it's true," the Junhou immediately replied. "Bao Qiu had taken off his battle armor and was feigning death among the corpses. When our logistics soldier approached, he suddenly burst up and killed two men. Fortunately, this soldier from our logistics camp reacted quickly and killed him."

"Bao Qiu, to die at the hands of a Qin logistics soldier… you truly met a wretched end," Wang Ben sighed, looking at Bao Qiu's wide-open eyes, which were filled with unresolved grievances.

A logistics soldier! Not a combat role, but one that dealt with sundry tasks like cleaning up the battlefield and tending to the wounded. For a Han general to die at the hands of a logistics soldier was indeed a disgrace.

Wang Jian glanced at Bao Qiu without much concern. "Take him away. Bury him with the Han soldiers," he ordered. "As for the logistics soldier who killed Bao Qiu, promote him according to the military merit system. A promotion of three military ranks and an advancement of one nobility rank." After speaking, he turned and walked back to the camp.

For him, a Shangjiangjun, this was merely a trivial matter. It was simply a case of bad luck for Bao Qiu and a stroke of great luck for the logistics soldier who had killed him.

"Understood." The Junhou immediately accepted the order and left.

"Have the battle reports and losses been tallied?" Wang Jian asked.

"The count has been finalized and will be urgently dispatched to Xianyang today," Wang Ben replied.

"Include the detail about Bao Qiu being killed by one of our army's logistics soldiers in the report. It will make for an amusing anecdote," Wang Jian said with a smile.

Wang Ben nodded immediately. "Understood."

"Oh, right. Where's that girl, Yan'er?" Wang Jian suddenly asked.

Wang Ben hesitated, unsure of what to say.

"Hmm?" Wang Jian frowned and sharply commanded, "Speak!"

"She went to Yang City with General Li Teng," Wang Ben said helplessly.

"Why didn't you watch her?" Wang Jian asked, slightly angered.

"Father, don't you know what kind of temperament Yan'er has?" Wang Ben retorted, somewhat reproachfully. "You shouldn't have agreed to let her accompany the army in the first place."

Hearing this, Wang Jian glared, feeling rather helpless himself. "You think I wanted to bring her? Ever since she heard we were deploying, she's been pestering me endlessly."

"Don't worry, Father," Wang Ben said with a smile. "She's protected by your five hundred trusted aides, and General Li Teng is also looking after her. She'll be safe."

"Enough," Wang Jian stated, somewhat resentfully. "Let her have her fun. After this campaign, I'll marry her off and let her new family manage her."

Wang Ben just laughed. "Do you have the heart to do that, Father? Besides, with Yan'er's temperament, who in all of Xianyang doesn't know about it? Who could possibly catch her eye?"

「Late at night.」

All the corpses on the border battlefield had been cleared away, and the thousands of soldiers from the Logistics Army had returned to camp to rest.

Outside the tents, it was pitch black. By a small bonfire, Wei Quan and Zhao Feng sat, a piece of meat roasting over the flames.

"Mr. Zhao," Wei Quan spoke up.

"What is it?" Zhao Feng replied.

"Aren't you anxious at all?" Wei Quan asked.

"Anxious about what?" Zhao Feng was puzzled.

"You killed that Bao Qiu today and achieved a great merit. This is an accomplishment that can get you promoted three ranks and even grant you a noble title," Wei Quan said, surprised. "Why are you so calm?"

"I don't have a strong desire for promotions," Zhao Feng said honestly.

Hearing this, Wei Quan's expression was one of great surprise in the darkness of the night. "Do you not know that with a promotion, your annual salary increases? And with a title, you can receive land?"

"I know," Zhao Feng replied with a laugh, "but what's so great about a promotion? I'm going home after two years of service anyway. I have a mother and a younger sister at home, and they're both waiting for me to take care of them. I can't afford to die on the battlefield."

"You really are different," Wei Quan remarked with a sigh.

"It's not that I'm different; I just fear death and cherish my life. No rank is better than just being alive."

"Lieutenant, how long have you been in the army?" Zhao Feng asked.

In the army, Zhao Feng had a policy of not offending anyone, always greeting people with a genuine smile. There wasn't much need for beating around the bush in the military, and Wei Quan was the only real friend he had made.

"I was conscripted at fifteen, so it's been about eight years now, I suppose," Wei Quan said slowly. "If I could, I would want to stay on forever. That way, I could earn a large enough annual salary to support my family.

"It's not an easy world to live in these days. If it weren't for my salary, my family would have starved to death long ago."

Zhao Feng did not reply.

In this era, there wasn't enough food to go around, let alone enough for everyone to eat their fill. People starving to death was a common sight, especially in winter when countless people froze or starved. It was an unsolvable problem.

When Zhao Feng was in his hometown, his family owned just over an acre of land, which was enough for the three of them. Furthermore, Zhao Feng had a good constitution. He could hunt in the mountains and often return with a substantial bounty. He was also skilled in various hunting traps from a later age, which helped him gather even more. By bartering with the villagers, his life was carefree, as long as he didn't crave luxury.

"Mr. Zhao," Wei Quan spoke up again.

"Go ahead, Lieutenant," Zhao Feng replied.

"Don't keep calling me Lieutenant. I'm nearly a decade older than you. Just call me Mr. Wei," Wei Quan said with a smile.

"Mr. Wei," Zhao Feng called out immediately with a chuckle.

"There you go," Wei Quan answered, quite content. He then moved closer to sit by Zhao Feng.

"In return for that 'Mr. Wei' and for saving my life, I'm going to teach you a few things," Wei Quan said, his face suddenly serious. "Do you want to listen?"

"Go ahead, Mr. Wei. I'm all ears," Zhao Feng immediately nodded.

"I saw it today—that sword strike of yours," Wei Quan said, looking as if he'd seen right through Zhao Feng. "Killing Bao Qiu accurately with a single strike from ten paces away… you've got some serious skill, lad.

"With your abilities, you're stronger than those actual Sharp Warriors.

"During new recruit training, you were holding back, weren't you? Otherwise, how would you have ended up in the Logistics Army?"

"Haha," Zhao Feng neither admitted nor denied. "It couldn't be helped. I don't want to die in battle. The Logistics Army doesn't have to face the front lines or near-certain death. I came to the right place."

Back in the new recruit camp, he had indeed concealed his skills. Outstanding performers were assigned to the main combat battalions to become Sharp Warriors. So, during training, if he was meant to use ten parts of his strength, he would only use five. In the end, he successfully managed to stay in the Logistics Army.

"Mr. Zhao," Wei Quan began. "As someone who has suffered under the boot of the powerful, I want to tell you something…"