Invincible by Picking Attributes

War.

For the ordinary soldiers, it carries no sense of right or wrong.

It is merely the kings and those in power who wage these wars to expand their territories.

Ambition.

Profit.

Supreme authority over the world.

These are the driving forces.

Yet, for the common soldiers, war is about life and death, about the camaraderie among comrades-in-arms, which inevitably breeds hatred. And perhaps, it is precisely this sentiment that those in power so skillfully exploited.

As they looked at Bao Yuan's severed head, the soldiers surrounding Zhao Feng were all visibly shaken. Their gazes were now filled with awe and reverence.

The military marquis who had previously knelt on the ground slowly rose and stepped up to Zhao Feng.

"Lu Hao, Fifth Marquis of the Logistics Army, expresses deep gratitude to Brother Zhao on behalf of all the fallen soldiers in our Logistics Army," he said loudly, his voice solemn and respectful.

Zhao Feng, holding Bao Yuan's head, handed it over to Lu Hao without hesitation.

"Marquis Lu, I trust you will deliver this head to the higher-ups," Zhao Feng said. "Use it to report the valor of our Logistics Army and the achievements of our fallen brothers. Let it be known that while the Logistics Army may have been routed at Yangcheng, we did not tarnish the honor of Qin's warriors."

This severed head was indeed Zhao Feng's achievement, but it also represented the Logistics Army as a whole.

With it, their army's reputation would spread far and wide. Even though they were ambushed and almost annihilated at Yangcheng, the Logistics Army had stood firm. They had faced off against Bao Yuan's elite Korean forces and not only survived but emerged victorious, slaying Bao Yuan himself.

Lu Hao carefully took the head with both hands.

"Rest assured, Brother Zhao," he said earnestly. "I will make sure this head is presented as evidence. Your contributions have been witnessed by all your comrades, and we will report them truthfully."

Meanwhile, at the military camp:

"Marquis Commander," a subordinate reported. "The medical team from the Logistics Army has arrived and is treating the wounded. Additionally, General Li has personally come to inspect the situation."

"This matter has grown far too serious," Wang Yan said with a frown. "Although we've eliminated this ambush force, the losses to Qin's army are considerable."

"Marquis Commander," the subordinate added. "The situation has already been reported to the Commander General. If nothing unexpected happens, General Li is likely to face severe punishment for this."

Hearing this, Wang Yan remained silent.

This ambush on Yangcheng, despite Bao Yuan's cunning strategies, ultimately stemmed from Li Teng's overconfidence and recklessness. If Li Teng had left more elite soldiers behind to guard the camp, such a disaster would never have occurred.

More than ten thousand Qin soldiers had perished at the hands of the Korean forces.

"At least Bao Yuan and his forces are now gone," Wang Yan finally said. "One less formidable enemy for Qin."

She then asked, "Have the battle results have been tallied yet?"

"Yes," the subordinate replied, handing her a report. "Here's the preliminary summary of the battle results. However, we're still compiling the exact numbers of casualties on our side."

Wang Yan skimmed through the report and muttered, "Bao Yuan truly lived up to his reputation as Korea's Grand General, adept at strategy and concealment. Hiding eight thousand Korean soldiers within Yangcheng was a cunning move that dealt Qin a significant blow."

"Marquis Commander," the subordinate interjected, producing another report, "there's an additional battle report here that's rather incredible."

"Incredible?" Wang Yan raised her eyebrows.

"A logistics army platoon leader reportedly killed nearly three hundred enemy soldiers single-handedly," the subordinate stated with a serious expression.

"Three hundred enemies, by himself?" Wang Yan was taken aback. "Could there be an error in the report? And how could such detailed statistics have been compiled amidst such chaos?"

"Marquis Commander, there is no mistake," the subordinate affirmed. "All the enemies slain by this platoon leader share a common trait they were all decapitated.

"After half a day of tallying, a total of 285 headless Korean soldiers were counted. Additionally, I interviewed surviving Logistics Army soldiers, who all confirmed witnessing this platoon leader's unmatched ferocity."

"Such a formidable warrior hidden within the Logistics Army…" Wang Yan muttered in shock. "Killing nearly three hundred enemies this is unprecedented."

"Indeed, this battle report is truly astonishing," the subordinate said respectfully.

"Report it as it is," Wang Yan ordered decisively.

"Understood," the subordinate acknowledged, preparing to leave.

"Wait," Wang Yan called out.

"Marquis Commander, is there anything else?"

"Where is this Zhao Feng now?" Wang Yan asked. "He saved my life; I ought to thank him in person."

"He is currently in the medical ward along with the other wounded Logistics Army soldiers," the subordinate replied.

In the medical ward:

"You've got quite the body, young man," a military medic remarked as he wrapped bandages around Zhao Feng. "You took five arrow wounds, yet none of them hit your tendons or bones. It's as if your flesh alone blocked them. You should fully recover in just over half a month."

"Thank you, Medic," Zhao Feng said, expressing his gratitude.

"No need for thanks," the medic replied with a smile. "It's our duty as army medics."

The medic then moved on to treat other soldiers, leaving Zhao Feng to look around the ward.

Everywhere he looked, there were groans and cries of pain.

Many soldiers had endured the agony in silence while on the battlefield, but now that their wounds were being treated arrows removed, injuries stitched the unbearable pain was evident.

Hearing the chorus of wails and screams, Zhao Feng couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow.

"I wonder how many of them will survive…"

Looking at the hundreds, if not thousands, of injured soldiers in the medical ward, Zhao Feng sighed deeply.

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