Chapter 50: All Attributes Surpass 900 Points!

"Kill!"

With a cold smirk, Zhao Feng raised his shield in one hand and the Dragon Spring Sword in the other, charging forward once more.

As enemy blades descended upon him, Zhao Feng's spiritual awareness extended around him, not fully but within a three-zhang radius (approximately ten feet). Every attack from the enemy was detected within this zone, leaving them no chance to land a hit. Zhao Feng blocked their strikes with his shield, countering with swift slashes of the Dragon Spring Sword, harvesting the lives of Han soldiers with ruthless efficiency.

System notifications flashed incessantly.

Seizing the golden opportunity, Zhao Feng killed relentlessly, collecting attributes with every strike.

His fearless valor was visible to the soldiers behind him. Witnessing Zhao Feng slay more than ten Han soldiers in just a few breaths, carving open a breach in the gates, his troops looked upon him with reverence.

"Commander Zhao is invincible!"

"Kill!"

"Slaughter the enemy!!"

Zhang Han, Wei Quan, and countless other soldiers roared with fervor, charging into the city behind Zhao Feng. Their blades swung with relentless ferocity, cutting through the Han forces like a sharp knife plunging into the enemy's heart.

In an instant, the two armies clashed fiercely. Zhao Feng's vanguard forces were exceptionally fierce, and the Han troops defending the gate fell like leaves in the wind, leaving the ground littered with corpses. The breaking of Han's city gates marked the collapse of their defensive lines.

Within the City

Seeing the breach, Han general Cao Yi's face darkened. "Impossible!"

"The gates were reinforced with layers of molten iron and supported by over a dozen crossbeams. Not even the Qin's battering rams could breach them. How could one man break through with sheer strength?"

Nearby, other Han commanders turned to Cao Yi, their faces pale with fear. "General, the Qin soldiers have entered the city. What should we do?"

"Mobilize all our forces to defend the city!" Cao Yi shouted, his voice trembling. "Drive them back at any cost! Anyone who flees will be executed on the spot. Move!"

Under Cao Yi's panicked orders, large numbers of Han troops swarmed in from various parts of the city, attempting to repel the invading Qin forces.

But with the breach created by Zhao Feng, it was too late. The Qin army flooded into the city like a torrent.

"Kill!"

"Kill them all!"

Zhao Feng's roars echoed as he carved a bloody path through the Han soldiers. Those within his reach stood no chance, falling one after another in a storm of blood and death.

With his immense strength and the Dragon Spring Sword in hand, Zhao Feng resembled an unstoppable war god. His ferocity inspired the five thousand elite soldiers under his command, driving their morale to its peak. United by their commander's indomitable spirit, they relentlessly pushed forward, forcing the Han soldiers into retreat. As more Qin reinforcements poured into the city, the Han defenders were increasingly overwhelmed.

Outside the City

From a distance, even without being at the forefront, General Li Teng could see the Qin soldiers pouring into the city like an unstoppable tide.

"The gates have been breached?" he asked, barely concealing his excitement.

"Reporting to the General, the gates have indeed been breached, and the forces led by General Chen Tao have already entered the city," a messenger reported swiftly.

Hearing this, Li Teng's face lit up with joy. Laughing heartily, he exclaimed, "Excellent!"

Turning to his men, he issued new orders: "Cease fire from the archers! All troops, advance into the city!"

"Any Han soldier who surrenders will be spared. Those who resist will be killed without mercy!"

With that, Li Teng's earlier frustration over the siege was replaced with elation. The fall of Han's capital was a monumental victory for Qin, and as the commanding general, he would reap the glory of this triumph.

Inside Han's Capital

The slaughter continued unabated. The streets of the outer city were awash with blood as corpses littered the ground. Ordinary citizens huddled in their homes, doors tightly shut, trembling with fear, hoping the chaos would not spill into their lives.

In the inner city, Han's Prime Minister Zhang Ping was informed of the dire situation.

"Prime Minister!" A panicked general rushed in. "The Qin army has breached eight of the ten defensive lines in the outer city. Our forces are suffering heavy losses. We won't be able to hold out much longer!"

Zhang Ping looked up at the darkened sky, where the moonlight illuminated the battlefield below. The heavens seemed to be aiding the Qin army, providing just enough light for their assault.

With a bitter smile, he muttered, "Heavens... Do you truly intend to destroy my great Han?"

The general at his side pleaded urgently: "Prime Minister, I suggest you retreat to the royal palace. If we stay here, the battle will soon reach the inner city."

"Silence!" Zhang Ping bellowed, his voice filled with defiance. "I was born a Prime Minister of Han, and I shall die as one!"

Turning to his subordinates, he issued his final orders: "Command Cao Yi to defend the outer city to the death. If he flees, I will personally execute him. If he falls, he will be remembered as a hero of Han. As for the inner city, I will not abandon it. I will defend it with my life."

The generals reluctantly nodded. "Understood, Prime Minister."

On the Battlefield

Under the pale moonlight, the Qin forces surged through Han's outer city, their path marked by rivers of blood and mountains of corpses.

Amidst the chaos, Zhao Feng raised his sword once more. With a single slash, two Han soldiers fell, their heads rolling to the ground.

"Defeated a Han soldier, gained +5 Constitution."

"Defeated a Han officer, gained +5 to all attributes."

"Congratulations, Host! All attributes have surpassed 900 points. A Tier-1 treasure chest has been rewarded."

The system notifications brought a wave of relief and exhilaration to Zhao Feng. The surge of power from his attribute gains washed away his fatigue.

"Finally!" Zhao Feng thought, laughing inwardly. "After all these battles, I've accumulated enough attributes."

Despite the countless enemies he had slain, most of the attribute boosts were random. Yet, after this intense battle, he had finally achieved a breakthrough, with strength and speed far surpassing his other stats.

"Brothers!" Zhao Feng roared, raising his Dragon Spring Sword high. "Keep fighting! Kill them all!"

"Follow the Commander!"

"Kill!!"

The soldiers under Zhao Feng's command shouted fervently, their morale soaring. To them, Zhao Feng was no longer just a commander he was a war god who had led them to victory.

With one man leading the charge, the city gates had fallen. Now, the entire city of Han teetered on the brink of collapse.