Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield

Prime Minister Hou Sheng and all Qiʼs hundred officials awaited their arrival.

As Zhao Feng approached on horseback,

Hou Sheng quickly came forth to meet him. ”Prime Minister Hou Sheng of Qi, together with the hundred officials, humbly welcome Marquis Wuʼan of Great Qin.”

As he spoke,

Hou Sheng fell to his knees in salute.

The officials behind him all followed suit, kneeling in turn.

Witnessing this,

Zhao Feng, too, calmly dismounted, and stepped forward. ”All of you may rise.” Zhao Feng smiled slightly.

The state of Qiʼs bearing was one of deepest humility; their surrender was clearly sincere. ”Thank you, Lord Wuʼan.” Hou Sheng immediately gave thanks. ”Where is the King of Qi?” Zhao Feng inquired. ”In answer, Lord Wuʼan,” ”The Great King awaits you at the Royal Palace with a banquet prepared.” Hou Sheng replied respectfully.

Before Zhao Feng, as Prime Minister he did not dare the slightest impropriety.

All under Heaven spoke: Zhao Feng is the War God of Qin; yet there is another tale too—that Zhao Feng kills without so much as blinking, a veritable butcher of men.

Even though that slaughter was done among foreign tribes, the reputation ran deep in peopleʼs hearts.

Zhao Fengʼs deeds—the massacre of innumerable Donghu people—left his hands stained with blood far beyond mere tens of thousands.

Such a figure could only be feared. ”Han Chenyan.”

Zhao Feng spoke. ”Your subordinate is here.” Han Chenyan immediately responded. ”Take two thousand of the Personal Guard and secure the city gates.” ”The rest will follow me to the palace.” Zhao Feng commanded in a low voice. ”Understood!” Han Chenyan called out loudly.

At once, two thousand Personal Guard fell out of ranks, heading swiftly for the gates, seizing control and mounting the city walls.

At this sight,

Hou Sheng and the officials dared not utter a word.

After all, Qiʼs surrender was now an established fact.

When all was arranged, ”Lord Wuʼan, please follow me this way.”

Hou Sheng immediately stepped forward to lead the way.

Zhao Feng mounted his horse; under the protection of his guards, headed toward the Qi Royal Palace.

Entering the Qi capital, on both sides of the main road, crowds of Qi commoners gazed on in curiosity.

Now that news of Qiʼs surrender had spread, many were opposed, many supportive; some filled with hate, others with relief.

For ordinary folk, they naturally wished to avoid war; but for those with integrity, this was nothing but shame.

In the crowd, many stared at Zhao Feng and his guards with anger blazing in their eyes.

Yet all were under Zhao Fengʼs notice, and he cared not.

As time passed and Daqinʼs grip tightened, such sentiments would all be snuffed out.

And as they pressed deeper into the city, where the main road was most crowded with people and grain carts, ”Thereʼs killing intent.”

Zhao Feng suddenly felt something keenly.

Whoosh.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Bolts from crossbows shot out from both sides of the road, aimed at Zhao Feng. ”Assassins!”

Zhang Ming shouted loudly.

At once, the Personal Guard surged forward, drawing swords in one swift motion, knocking down the arrows instantly.

Zhao Feng did not even need to act himself. ”Why are there assassins?”

At this, Hou Shengʼs face turned ashen.

If anything happened to Zhao Feng inside Linzi City, he would be finished, and so would Qi itself. ”Kill Zhao Feng!” ”Kill Zhao Feng, that Qin bandit!” ”Kill that butcher!” ”Kill him...”

From all around the main road, cries suddenly erupted.

Hundreds of assassins wielding weapons burst out of the crowd, firing crossbows and charging at Zhao Feng. ”Remnants of a destroyed nation, are you?”

At this, Zhao Feng simply smiled faintly.

In an instant, he saw through the situation.

Qi would never dare to attempt such a thing; they had already arrived at the capital. If anyone acted, it would be with soldiers. These assassins, without question, were the remnants of states destroyed by Zhao Fengʼs hand.

Originally, Qi was their last refuge. Now, with Qi about to fall, they could no longer sit idle.

They moved to act at once. ”Kill!” Zhang Ming shouted coldly.

At that, the many Personal Guard spurred their horses into immediate action, rushing to meet the assassins.

In collision with the guard, it was only a moment, before they were surrounded and cut off, the assassins like moths to the flame, all put to the sword by the guards, their blood spilling across the ground.

The crossbow bolts were swatted aside with ease, unable even to pierce their armor.