Invincible by Picking Attributes

"What do we do now?" Wei Quan looked at Zhao Feng with wide eyes.

"What else can we do?"

"Running means death; fighting gives us a chance to survive. If we can hold them off, the main Qin forces from Yangcheng will surely come to pursue them. Once they arrive, our predicament will be resolved," Zhao Feng said solemnly.

"But what if they don't make it in time?" Wei Quan pressed further.

"Then we'll go see the King of Hell together. Kill one, and it's worth it. Kill two, and we've made a profit," Zhao Feng replied with a cold smile, his eyes locked on the rapidly approaching Han soldiers.

Hearing this, Wei Quan nodded firmly and drew the sword at his waist.

"Rally the hundred-strong camp!" Wei Quan shouted.

The soldiers under his command quickly gathered around.

Thanks to Zhao Feng's earlier vigilance, only a few of Wei Quan's hundred men had fallen, and the rest were still nearby.

In the next moment:

"Han soldiers!"

"If you want my life, you'll have to pay the price!"

Zhao Feng unsheathed the sword at his waist, his gaze icy as he stared at the thousands of Han troops approaching from the rear. At the forefront were archers releasing volleys of arrows, followed by soldiers wielding swords and long spears, steadily advancing toward the scattered Qin logistics troops.

"Logistics soldiers!"

"Running is pointless. The enemy will not spare us!"

"If you want to survive, you must fight for your lives!"

"Anyone brave enough, follow me and kill! Take out as many as you can!"

"Kill one, and it's worth it. Kill two, and we've profited!"

Zhao Feng picked up a discarded shield from the ground. With the shield in his left hand and the sword in his right, he charged fearlessly toward the massive Han force.

"He's right!"

"Running means death; fighting gives us a chance to live!"

"Kill!" Wei Quan shouted, raising his sword high.

"Follow the captain!"

"Follow the sergeant!"

"Kill!"

The logistics troops nearby, inspired by Zhao Feng, stopped their retreat. Drawing their weapons, they followed him into battle.

With the shield raised, Zhao Feng blocked the incoming arrows, his spirit scanning the area and deflecting every projectile within three meters. He led the charge, quickly closing in on the Han army.

"Reform the formation!"

"Spearmen to the front!"

The Han commander barked orders.

The archers in the front line quickly withdrew, and spear-wielding soldiers stepped forward.

The rain of arrows ceased.

Several spearmen thrust their weapons toward Zhao Feng.

Unfazed, Zhao Feng raised his shield and surged forward, his sword flashing out in an arc.

Crack!

A snapping sound echoed as the spears in front of him shattered.

Before the Han soldiers could react, Zhao Feng stepped in with his shield and swung his sword.

Despite their attempts to counterattack, Zhao Feng's agility two to three times that of an ordinary person made their strikes seem sluggish.

Slash!

Blood sprayed as the sword cleaved through, severing the heads of several Han soldiers.

"Defeated Han soldier! Gained +5 Strength!"

"Defeated Han soldier! Gained +5 Agility!"

"Defeated Han soldier! Gained +5 Endurance!"

Notifications flashed in his mind, but Zhao Feng felt none of the usual excitement from collecting attributes. His sole focus now was killing the enemy every last one of them.

Despite being outnumbered by thousands, Zhao Feng felt no fear.

Shield in one hand and sword in the other, he tore through the Han lines.

The Han commander, noticing Zhao Feng's ferocity, shouted, "Kill him!"

Han soldiers rushed forward, spears raised.

Zhao Feng charged into them, his shield slamming into their line with tremendous force.

Boom!

Several Han soldiers were sent flying by the impact, their bodies crushed by sheer power.

His sword continued to sweep through, striking down every foe in its path.

There were no flashy techniques just raw, unrelenting strength.

One after another, Han soldiers fell to Zhao Feng's blade.

"Follow the sergeant!"

"Kill!"

Seeing Zhao Feng's incredible bravery, his comrades were in awe.

Not just them the once-panicked logistics troops were also stunned.

Now, they felt a glimmer of hope.

"Brothers!"

"Follow the sergeant and fight!"

"These damn Han soldiers won't let us go. Running is pointless. Fight, and we might live!"

"Kill!"

"Kill them all!"

Inspired by Zhao Feng's valor, the surrounding logistics troops, especially those under his direct command, rallied behind him to engage the enemy.

One inspired ten.

Ten inspired a hundred.

A hundred inspired a thousand.

Nearly 80-90% of the initially fleeing logistics soldiers turned around to join the battle, drawing their swords and clashing with the enemy.

"This guy knows how to show off. With skills like his, even the sharpest generals in the main army can't compare, right?"

"He's incredible!"

Wei Quan, who had been following Zhao Feng closely, couldn't help but marvel at his prowess.

Han Army Rear Lines:

"These Qin logistics soldiers dare to fight back against us?"

Han General Bao Yuan's expression shifted as he observed the unexpected resistance.

However, as a seasoned general of the Han forces, he quickly composed himself.

"Pass my orders!"

"Full assault! Wipe out these Qin soldiers as quickly as possible!" Bao Yuan commanded coldly.

In his eyes, the logistics soldiers posed no real threat. Even if they fought back, it wouldn't change the outcome. His army of 8,000 elite troops prepared long before Yangcheng fell was more than enough to crush them.

"Yes, General!"

"All troops, advance! Leave no Qin soldier alive!"

"Kill!"

The Han soldiers roared in unison, surging forward.

The Qin logistics troops and Han forces clashed in brutal combat. Despite their courage, the Qin soldiers suffered heavy casualties, their lack of training and equipment evident.

But their tenacity was awe-inspiring.

Time dragged on.

The fierce battle continued.

"It's been an hour."

"Our 7,000 elite Han soldiers still haven't wiped out these mere 5,000 Qin logistics troops?"

"What kind of training does the Qin army have? Even their logistics troops fight with such resolve?"

From his position at the rear, Bao Yuan observed the battle, a mix of surprise and concern on his face.

These weren't Qin's main battle forces they were mere logistics troops. Yet, they had held his forces at bay for so long.

If this were a confrontation with Qin's main forces, would his soldiers even stand a chance?

"Finish this quickly!"

"We cannot let these logistics soldiers delay our mission to cut off Qin's supply lines. That would be disastrous!" Bao Yuan ordered sternly.

"Yes, General!"

Inside the Han encirclement, the remaining Qin soldiers were all wounded.

Zhao Feng, his body pierced by several arrows and soaked in blood, stood at the center of the formation.

Despite his injuries, his valor had made him the core of the resistance, with the surviving logistics troops rallying around him, determined to protect him at all costs.

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