Chapter 674 - 274: Settling Enemy Kill Attributes! Grand Rewards!

The two armies arrayed themselves!

Facing the Qin Army, Chu State chose a commander akin to Zhao Kuo—a man skilled only in warfare on paper.

It can be said—

Sending Qu Zhang to lead their troops truly was a grave mistake for Chu.

Within the Chu Army’s formation—

"All generals, heed my orders."

"Once the battle begins, fight to the death and never retreat."

"Whoever dares withdraw without orders shall be killed."

Clad in battle armor, Qu Zhang shouted loudly.

"We obey the general’s orders!" the Chu generals responded in unison.

"Esteemed generals,

This battle—we shall be victorious!"

"The Qin Army has split its forces to garrison and seize our cities, and now their strength is inferior to ours."

"Our forces outnumber the Qin Army."

"Sons of Great Chu, this battle is ours to win!"

Even now—

Qu Zhang remained supremely confident, blind to the pessimism in his generals’ eyes.

Perhaps—

This man is like Ma Su of later times—arrogant, trusting only his own judgment.

"Soldiers of Great Chu, heed my command!"

"In this fight, we will seize the initiative!"

"Advance and attack!"

Qu Zhang drew the sword at his waist, shouting mightily.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The cries of slaughter resounded beneath the heavenly vault, shaking the very void.

Three hundred thousand Chu Soldiers moved at once, surging forward in battle formation and charging the Qin Army amidst earth-shaking battle cries.

Witnessing the scene—

Zhao Feng smiled.

"Since I first took command, it’s always been my army that struck first. Today, faced with this reckless fool, he chooses to make the first move."

Zhao Feng spoke slowly, with a hint of mockery.

"With such ’talented’ generals, I’m surprised Chu hasn’t already perished," Zhang Ming replied, laughing.

"Change formation—archers to the front!"

Zhao Feng commanded immediately.

Hundreds of couriers around him instantly sprang into action, rushing to every corner of the Qin Army to relay the orders.

Then—

The formation, with infantry previously at the front, shifted.

Orderly troops, orderly tactics.

The archers from the middle advanced to the front; infantry wielding long spears and pikes retreated to the rear.

Boom—boom—boom!!

The Chu Army advanced in steady formation.

Though Qu Zhang was a bungler, Chu still had commanders skilled in army tactics—the attacking formation was flawless.

Soon—

The Chu Army entered the range of the Great Qin archers.

"Elite Soldiers of Qin."

"Kill!"

Zhao Feng raised the Tyrant Spear in his hand and roared loudly.

"Wind! Wind! Wind!"

"A mighty wind!"

The shout for wind swept across the heavenly vault.

With the thunderous wind cries—

Countless arrows soared into the sky, raining down upon the Chu Army.

A hail of arrows fell.

Brimming with lethal intent.

"Ah... Ah..."

"Ah..."

Under the hail of arrows—

Rows upon rows of Chu Soldiers collapsed beneath the barrage, blood soaking into the earth, forever resting here.

"Loose arrows!"

Qu Zhang bellowed.

The Chu archers seized their arrows, unleashing countless volleys at the Qin formation.

Yet with their arrows fired—

All the arrows fell short of the Qin front, never striking the Elite Soldiers of Qin.

"How can Qin arrows shoot so far?" Qu Zhang’s expression changed, stunned.

"General—

Do you not know the range of Qin arrows exceeds those of the various countries by thirty percent?" the Deputy General said helplessly.

Upon hearing this!

A trace of panic flashed across Qu Zhang’s face, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Relay my orders!"

"Advance the formation! Once within range, fire with all your might!" Qu Zhang commanded loudly.

Now, with matters at this stage, the great battle begun—tens of thousands facing off—retreat is no longer an option.

If the Chu Army withdrew, the Qin would surely strike voraciously.

The Chu Army pressed forward, closing in.

Zhao Feng gave no order to attack—he let his archers continue their relentless volleys, harvesting the lives of Chu Soldiers.

By sight—

When the Chu archers’ arrows could finally reach the formation,

Zhao Feng shouted: "Personal Guard Army, charge with me!"

"All generals lead your troops into the attack!"

"Kill any who refuse to surrender!"

With his thunderous shout—

True Yuan surged instantly, enveloping his entire body.

Zhao Feng spurred his horse forward.

Like an arrow loosed from a bow, he raced into the fray.

Two thousand trusted aides rallied behind Zhao Feng, each infusing True Qi to shield themselves, then charging wildly.

"Soldiers, heed the command!"

"Follow Your Majesty!"

"Kill!"

Zhang Han, Tu Sui, Li You—

The three main generals all shouted fiercely at once.

They then directed the entire army to attack.

The Qin Army, previously unwavering, erupted with boundless killing intent, advancing upon the Chu Army.

The tradition of Wu’an Military Camp:

Generals lead from the front, soldiers follow behind.

Generals do not covet life, soldiers do not fear death.

This has been Zhao Feng’s custom since taking command.

And because of it, the Wu’an Military Camp has been invincible in battle, unstoppable on offense.

Even without the three-fold increase in combat power from Zhao Feng’s Qi Fortune seal, Wu’an would be formidable—now, with triple force, it is truly unmatched.

Across Shenzhou, even the world—

No one could rival such a mighty army.

Both sides exchanged volleys.

Amidst the rain of arrows, Zhao Feng charged ferociously into the Chu Army’s front.

His trusted aides followed behind in force.

"Slash!"

Zhao Feng roared fiercely.

He channeled his immense True Yuan, sweeping his spear horizontally.

Instantly, the spear condensed a blade of energy, scything out in a sweeping arc.

The spear’s radiance spanned dozens of yards, cutting a swath of slaughter.

Hundreds of Chu Soldiers before him were felled at once, killed instantly.

"Killed one Chu Soldier—gained 1 point of Dragon Elephant Force."

"Killed one Chu Soldier—gained 1 point of Mystic Travel Force."

"Killed one Chu Soldier—gained 1 day of lifespan."

...

In a breath—

Over a hundred attribute points harvested.

Zhao Feng pressed onward, slaughtering continuously.

He unleashed barely a tenth of his strength, massacring the Chu Army like a madman.

"Kill!"

The two thousand trusted aides shouted fiercely.

They, too, killed viciously.

Each possessed power in the Innate Realm.

Their combined strength—two thousand strong—was unimaginable.

In but an instant—

A gap was torn through the Chu Army’s front lines.