[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-from-the-battlefield-gathering-attribut":3,"chapter-starting-from-the-battlefield-gathering-attribut-starting-from-the-battlefield-gathering-attribut-chapter-10":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Starting from the Battlefield: Gathering Attributes to Build the All-Heavens Ming Dynasty",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2341817,4577,"Chapter 10: Save Chen Heng! Zhu Ying Seeks the Glory of Slaying a General!","starting-from-the-battlefield-gathering-attribut-chapter-10",10,"\u003Cp>The two armies were now fully locked in chaotic combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, even the Ming army’s archer units were drawn into the fray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First Battalion Archers, draw your blades, prepare to engage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Quan roared out the order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many Tartar infantry charged forward, slashing wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brothers, stick close to me, follow me and kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying did not hesitate, shouting to the soldiers around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Follow the Squad Leader, kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ten new recruits shouted with forced courage; though afraid, seeing Zhu Ying before them, their fear lessened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying drew his forged steel blade and charged into the Tartar ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group of Tartar soldiers, upon seeing Zhu Ying, one of them swung his long saber at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Die, you Han dog.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying raised his blade to meet it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tartar soldier’s saber shattered instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the Tartar could even register shock,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying slashed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The forged steel blade was razor-sharp; a head flew into the air, blood spattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Slain Tartar infantry: +20 Strength.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying stepped forward swiftly, severed the dead Tartar’s ear, and shoved it into his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was battle merit—ears were proof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying was determined to climb upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would not let a single military merit slip away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn Han.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Zhu Ying killed one, several nearby Tartar soldiers glared at him in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four or five of them immediately surrounded him to kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Protect the Squad Leader!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ten soldiers beside Zhu Ying rushed forward, engaging the Tartars in chaotic combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill!” Zhu Ying swung his blade again at the Tartar before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another Tartar soldier fell, beheaded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood spurted, the head tumbled to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Slain Tartar infantry: +20 Speed.” the system prompted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having disposed of that one,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying saw several of his men struggling, rushed forward, and slashed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The forged steel blade was razor-sharp, amplified by Zhu Ying’s immense strength—fierce beyond measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tartar soldier before him could not resist and was cut down instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few swings later,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He effortlessly slew the five Tartar soldiers before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying swiftly severed the ears of the enemies he had killed, then shouted to his men: “Stick close, kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers immediately responded, gazing at Zhu Ying as if he were a war god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too fierce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These brutal Tartars were no match for their Squad Leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying charged straight into the chaos of battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung his blade without pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this life-or-death struggle, technique seemed useless—it was pure, desperate combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying’s strength had now surpassed four hundred points—he was a true powerhouse, and with the forged steel blade’s edge, every slash claimed a Tartar soldier’s life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each strike, even if the Tartar raised his blade to block, sent violent tremors through his arms; his weapon could not withstand the blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying gripped his blade with both hands, slashing wildly, like a god of slaughter, radiating unstoppable might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle raged on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tartar border tribes had deployed all fifteen thousand of their troops, splitting into multiple flanking columns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Ming army’s total force was half as large, their combat power was no weaker; the two sides clashed fiercely, the Ming refusing to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Heng, commanding general of this force, rode his horse, sword in hand, slashing wildly at enemy troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the ferocity of Ming generals—not merely commanding, but charging into battle themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this Hongwu era, most generals had fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood; the nation’s strength was forged the same way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s the Ming battle standard ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Ming general is right there—kill him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Guda spotted the flag of the Assistant Commandant’s unit and roared as he charged toward it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his shout, dozens of Tartar cavalry followed, surging straight for the flag, heading for Chen Heng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ming soldiers!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Heng showed no fear, raising his sword and leading his personal guard cavalry forward in attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle had reached this point: both sides were locked in brutal melee, fighting for morale, for endurance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that remained was for reinforcements to arrive, encircle the Tartars, and the outcome would be decided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That must be the Tartar commander.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill him, and I’ll be promoted and rewarded.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Guda’s roar also reached Zhu Ying, no more than a hundred zhang away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Jin Guda charging on horseback, while all other Tartars wore leather armor, this one wore iron armor—clearly a commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And behind him, Tartar cavalry carried a large banner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing this,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying made no hesitation—he locked his gaze on the charging Jin Guda, gripped his forged steel blade, and sprinted toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield was now a maelstrom; both armies had lost all formation, fighting in chaotic melee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever Zhu Ying met an enemy, he struck—others grew weaker with each fight, but Zhu Ying grew stronger; every enemy slain added attributes, and he felt his power rising with each kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying sprinted forward, closing the distance to Jin Guda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn Tartar.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Heng snarled, leading his cavalry into chaotic combat with the Tartar horsemen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Guda, meanwhile, raised his sword and charged straight at Chen Heng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two generals’ blades clashed in fierce impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just one strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Guda realized Chen Heng’s strength surpassed his own—he immediately waved his hand: “Kill this Ming general, and our clan will win!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Promote him to Battalion Commander, grant him ten Han women!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding Tartar soldiers, eyes blazing with fervor, immediately surrounded Chen Heng, completing the encirclement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Heng swung his blade with all his might; numerous Tartar soldiers thrust spears and slashed swords in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the surrounding Ming soldiers were locked in their own desperate battles, unable to spare a single moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where the hell is Liu Zhen?” Chen Heng cursed inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a Tartar soldier thrust his spear at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Heng’s face darkened—he twisted violently to dodge, lost his balance, and tumbled from his horse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tartar soldiers surged forward, slashing wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s over.” Chen Heng’s eyes glazed with deathly despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just at this moment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Ming soldier, drenched in blood, charged forward, slashed once—killing one—and slashed again—killing another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tartar soldiers surrounding Chen Heng were all slain in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Heng stared in astonishment at the figure before him, having narrowly escaped death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after the soldier had slain several Tartar troops, he glanced at Chen Heng, then turned his gaze straight toward Jin Guda, charging forward with his bloodied blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t go! You’re going to die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Chen Heng leapt to his feet and shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the next moment, something utterly unexpected happened before Chen Heng’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying rushed forward with blazing speed, his battle sword swinging—each strike claiming a life—until several more enemy soldiers fell, and in the space of a blink, he stood before Jin Guda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Please follow, please follow, all support is appreciated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1177,"2026-06-20T23:30:09.614Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7e91b52e075b25ae88ac554f5db085b530eb49c0fa011c421e08ee516abacca7","starting-from-the-battlefield-gathering-attribut-chapter-11","starting-from-the-battlefield-gathering-attribut-chapter-9",204,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-the-battlefield-gathering-attribut-cover.jpg"]