Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield

With a final, dismissive wave of his hand, Zhao Feng said no more. Zhang Han carried out the sentence, and a few more sword strikes ended the remaining lives, their blood staining the muddy ground red.

At that moment, Zhao Feng truly understood the meaning behind the old saying: a cup of rice is a kindness, but a bushel of rice can create an enemy. He was no Saint, and selfless devotion was not something he was capable of. Ultimately, recruiting these people was about building his own power and planning for the future. The state of Qin had just conquered Han, with five more states left to fall. Historically, this unification took ten years. In another dozen years after that, during the period known as the End of Qin, he was confident he could build his force into a colossal entity spanning the entire world. He would have his own power base in the shadows, while on the surface, he would seize military authority. Are kings and generals destined by birth?!

After the execution of the seven, the remaining recruits all stared at Zhao Feng with awe and terror, not daring to utter a sound.

”I told you,” Zhao Feng declared, his voice hard as iron. ”I can see into your hearts. If you are disloyal, I will know. The only consequence for disloyalty is death. And a traitor does not die alone—their family dies with them.”

He was no bleeding heart. To command loyalty, one needed to have the means to enforce it.

At that moment, a youth with a determined face shouted, ”We swear to serve our Lord until death!”

His cry was immediately taken up by all the other recruits, who roared in unison, ”We swear to serve our Lord until death!”

Zhao Feng’s gaze fell upon the youth, noting his determination and the deliberate way he had stepped up to take the lead.