Chapter 30: ATTRIBUTES SURGE! LIFESPAN SURGES!

After a roll call.

“Reporting to the Garrison Commander.”

“My First Battalion of one thousand soldiers has all arrived, with fifty-eight wounded,” Zhang Wu shouted.

“My Second Battalion of one thousand soldiers has all arrived, with eighty-nine wounded,” Wei Quan shouted.

“My Third Battalion...”

The four battalion commanders reported one by one.

Hearing these numbers,

Zhu Ying scanned the troops and burst out laughing: “Brothers, we’ve done it—we smashed through the barbarian tribes, slaughtered countless barbarians, left not a single one alive in their camps. You are all heroes of the Great Ming.”

“We swear eternal loyalty to the Garrison Commander.”

Four thousand soldiers shouted in unison.

Whether battalion commanders or common soldiers, all now looked at Zhu Ying with fervent awe.

Last night’s battle

had won over every soldier with Zhu Ying’s command ability and his ferocious bravery in combat.

In the army, strength commands respect—Zhu Ying was such a strength.

“Listen to my orders.”

“Zhang Wu, take a hundred men and patrol the rear. Stay alert for barbarian attacks. Rotate every half hour.”

“The rest of you rest for one and a half hours—first treat the wounded, then rest,” Zhu Ying shouted.

“Your orders are received.”

The four battalion commanders replied in unison.

The soldiers promptly dismounted; company commanders and platoon leaders began treating the wounded.

After this battle,

some wounded were hit by stray arrows, others from fighting inside the tribes.

Compared to the injuries, at least four thousand men all made it out alive.

This was a great victory.

Of course,

the key to this victory was catching the barbarians off guard, and the feint attack on the southern tribes had misled their commanders into thinking Zhu Ying’s main thrust was there, not here in the northern tribe.

“Garrison Commander.”

“The battle is over. Should we report the results to the Regional Military Commissioner?” Wei Quan approached Zhu Ying.

“How many carrier pigeons did we bring?” Zhu Ying asked Wei Quan.

“We brought five in total,” Wei Quan replied immediately.

“Hmm.”

Zhu Ying nodded, thought for a moment, then said: “Report the spoils of this raid on the barbarian tribes, and also truthfully report the matter concerning Li Tao. I won’t let this cowardly, self-preserving bastard steal the glory my brothers earned with their blood.”

“Your orders are received,” Wei Quan replied at once.

“Alright, go rest.”

“By inflicting such losses on the barbarians, their attention is now fully fixed on us. And since the Regional Commissioner and his forces have withdrawn, the barbarians will soon learn of this—then they’ll surely send a large force to encircle and crush us.”

“The real battle is coming,” Zhu Ying said grimly.

“Yes.”

The four battalion commanders all nodded solemnly.

They then dismounted to rest.

Zhu Ying also dismounted, led his horse to the side, sat down, pulled out a dried ration, and silently called: “Attribute panel.”

Zhu Ying opened his attribute panel.

Host: Zhu Ying

Age: 14 years

Strength: 978 points [One point equals one jin of force.]

Speed: 889 points [Eight times faster than a normal human.]

Constitution: 712 points [Seven times stronger than a normal human; higher constitution means greater defense and faster recovery.]

Endurance: 734 points [Seven times greater than a normal human; higher endurance means sustained energy and abundant stamina.]

Spirit: 723 points [Higher spirit means clearer thinking.]

Lifespan: 88 years, 2356 days

Storage Space: 7 cubic meters

“After this battle, over two hundred barbarians died under my hands—I’ve pushed all my attributes past seven hundred points, and gained over a thousand days of lifespan.”

“Perfect.”

Looking at his attributes, Zhu Ying smiled contentedly.

After a night of fierce battle,

Zhu Ying felt no fatigue, not even drowsy—this was the effect of his high spirit and endurance; his body was brimming with energy.

Looking at his current full attributes,

he was no longer human.

A single punch could easily shatter a city gate.

Nearly a thousand jin of force!

Hard to imagine.

Of course,

his speed—if Zhu Ying ran at full speed, a hundred meters might take only an instant. Eight times faster than a normal human, the implications were clear.

This speed wasn’t just in footwork—it applied to his sword swings too. Where a normal man could swing once, Zhu Ying could swing eight times. The strength of this was unimaginable.

“By the way.”

“I still have two treasure chests.”

“Now that we’re deep in enemy territory, if I can open something that boosts my strength, our chance of breaking out with the brothers increases,” Zhu Ying thought to himself.

He had earned two treasure chests after raising all his attributes past seven hundred points.

Now, every hundred-point increase in full attributes granted one common treasure chest.

“Open all treasure chests,” Zhu Ying ordered immediately.

“Open two common treasure chests.”

“Obtained Huang Jie mid-grade [Tiger Roar Art].”

“Obtained [Diarrhea Powder] ten packs,” the panel prompted.

Seeing this,

“A ranked martial art?”

Zhu Ying’s gaze fixed on it immediately.

He extracted it at once.

The technique’s knowledge flooded into him.

Zhu Ying instantly understood.

“Tiger Roar Art—emits a sound like a tiger’s roar. But this requires internal energy and true qi?”

“So, will I eventually generate true qi once my full attributes reach some threshold?”

“Right now, I can produce the tiger’s roar using strength alone, but I can’t unleash the art’s true power.”

After glancing at it, Zhu Ying quietly looked forward to the future.

Internal energy.

True qi.

In his past life, he’d read novels—he knew that perhaps when his full attributes reached a certain level, he’d generate internal energy or true qi. At that stage, would he become invincible in the mortal world?

“Diarrhea Powder?”

“Ten packs?”

Seeing the second treasure chest’s reward, Zhu Ying felt a bit exasperated.

“Better than nothing.”

“Next time we raid these barbarian tribes, I’ll dump this laxative into their water sources and wipe them out with diarrhea.”

Zhu Ying immediately grasped the use of the Diarrhea Powder.

“Garrison Commander.”

“The battle report is finished.”

“Please review it.”

Wei Quan approached Zhu Ying and handed him a sheet of paper.

Zhu Ying took it and read.

After a quick glance,

he nodded: “Hmm. Add one more line: tell the Regional Commissioner not to worry—we’ll hold these barbarians at all costs. Send it back.”

“Yes.”

Wei Quan immediately obeyed.

He picked up the brush again, added one more line, then tied the paper to the pigeon he had brought.

He released the pigeon.

“Go rest well.”

“I’ll go patrol.” Zhu Ying glanced around, then stood up.

After a night of fierce battle, nearly all the soldiers were exhausted.

But there was little time for rest.

……

Danning Prefecture!

The border city—Danning Prefecture City!

Outside the Prefect’s Office.

Many Ming Army personal guards had already taken positions along both sides of the street.

An old general arrived, surrounded by numerous personal guards, followed by many battle commanders—his status was clearly high.

And at this moment,

Bu Wan, the Prefect and Regional Military Commissioner of Danning Prefecture, bowed deeply to greet him.

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