Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield

Chapter 675: Chapter 274: Settlement of Kill Attributes! Grand Reward! (2)

The assault continues.

Zhao Feng’s three main generals lead their troops in attack and slaughter.

Cavalry on both wings launch surprise raids, flanking and striking at the Chu Army’s sides.

Once battle begins, this is nothing but a crushing war!

Though the Chu Army has numbers, under the fierce attack from the Wu’an Military Camp, their formation collapses, losses mount.

Countless Chu soldiers are slaughtered, morale shattered, forced into retreat.

”Don’t panic.”

”Anyone who retreats, kill.”

”Supervisory Army, go!”

”Bastard!”

”How can the Supervisory Army retreat?”

”Anyone who retreats, kill!”

In the rear, Qu Zhang witnesses the army’s rout, his face filled with terror and fury.

Orders for battle supervision fly from his lips, but they achieve almost nothing.

Once morale collapses, without a general who can turn the tide, there’s simply no hope for recovery.

”How could this happen?”

”How could my Great Chu soldiers be so easily beaten?”

Seeing a situation beyond salvation, terror flickers across Qu Zhang’s face.

This is nothing like the battle he had imagined.

”Qu Zhang.”

”Why did the Court send you to command?”

”You don’t even know the strength of the Qin Army.”

”You have no idea how terrifying Zhao Feng is, nor the military power of his Wu’an Camp.”

”It’s over.”

”Great Chu is finished, destroyed by you.”

”If you’d listened to us from the start, defended the city, it wouldn’t be such a disaster.”

”It’s all your fault.”

”You’re the sinner of Great Chu.”

The deputy general at Qu Zhang’s side points at him in rage, swearing.

All the surrounding generals glare furiously at Qu Zhang.

In the midst of this shouting and cursing,

Shame floods Qu Zhang’s face; he wants to retort but has no words, not even sure how to respond.

”Withdraw.”

”Withdraw to the city, preserve our strength.”

Qu Zhang’s voice trembles.

”Too late.”

”Everything is too late.”

”My hundreds of thousands have been routed by the Qin Army, morale broken.”

”Even if we retreat, the Qin Army will chase us down.”

”How can the city gates accommodate hundreds of thousands of troops?”

”You lack command ability, why bring disaster here?”

All the Chu generals sink into despair.

Head-on confrontation.

They didn’t even know the Qin Army’s real strength, yet blindly charged.

Brought destruction upon themselves.

In the past, Zhao Kuo possessed real talent; Qu Zhang is pure useless trash.

”Spare me, I surrender!”

”Don’t kill me.”

”Spare me, please!”

”Ah...”

”I surrender...”

On the battlefield,

The Wu’an Camp’s Elite Soldiers have completed the encirclement, frantically killing the Chu Army.

Countless screams echo.

Voices begging for mercy and surrender ripple nonstop.

This slaughter owes everything to Qu Zhang—had he not insisted on arraying the troops outside the city, trapping them with no retreat, Wu’an Camp’s Elite Soldiers couldn’t have crushed the Chu Army so fast, for the Chu Army has nowhere to run, their formation utterly broken.

Battle rages on!

Two hours!

Four hours.

Zhao Feng leads his trusted aides in a charge, carving a path to the Chu Army’s rear ranks.

When Qu Zhang sees Zhao Feng rampaging toward him,

His face is nothing but terror.

”Retreat, retreat now!”

Qu Zhang screams in panic.

His former high spirits are now pure fear.

He flees, spurring his horse in wild escape.

”Useless drunkard.”

Seeing this,

The Chu State soldiers around him sigh deep in their hearts.

Zhao Feng raises his hand, and an arrow appears.

He throws it with force.

Whoosh.

The arrow whistles through the air.

Splurt.

It pierces straight through the fleeing Qu Zhang’s body.

”Killed Chu’s main general, picked up 50 All Attribute points.” The panel says.

”Such garbage, the main general.”

”Chu’s downfall is truly deserved.”

Zhao Feng sneers coldly, then surveys the remaining Chu generals in the rear rank.

”Surrender or die.”

Zhao Feng’s bloodstained Tyrant Spear swings, his voice chilling and harsh.

”Surrender and you shall live.”

All the Personal Guard Army shout loudly.

”We’ve lost.”

”Victory is impossible.”

”Better surrender.”

The Chu generals exchange glances, despair filling their eyes.

If Qu Zhang hadn’t arrogantly left the city to fight, but had defended it, thirty thousand troops could have held out at least half a month.

But he carelessly destroyed what little fortune remained for Chu.

At the call,

One after another, Chu generals step off their horses or war chariots.

”We surrender.”

Each Chu general kneels down, whispering in despair.

”Chu soldiers, hear me.”

”I, Zhao Feng.”