Chapter 37

Garrison Commander.

“You’ve worked hard in today’s battle—let us take the night watch instead,” Wei Quan immediately said.

“Yes.”

The other Battalion Commanders nodded in agreement.

“No more talk—my words just now were an order.”

“For days now, the soldiers have rested less than an hour each day—they’re exhausted. This feint was meant precisely to let the brothers rest.”

“Once rested, even harsher wars await us,” Zhu Ying said grimly.

“Your orders are received.”

The Battalion Commanders chorused in unison.

“Alright, go rest,” Zhu Ying nodded, saying no more.

Garrison Commander.

“Given our great success in this battle, shouldn’t we report it to the Regional Military Commissioner?” Wei Quan asked with a smile.

The other Battalion Commanders looked at Zhu Ying expectantly.

This time, they slew over four thousand enemies and captured many warhorses, severely crippling the Tartars.

It’s another major achievement.

This isn’t just Zhu Ying’s merit—it’s the collective glory of all Great Ming soldiers who fought in the northern frontier.

“We’ll report it after we deal with the pursuing Tartar cavalry,” Zhu Ying chuckled.

“Your orders are received.”

The Battalion Commanders replied eagerly.

They had absolute faith in Zhu Ying’s words.

Then.

Zhu Ying’s gaze fell again on the map in his hand.

“The Tartar clan’s homeland still lies to the north. Once we eliminate this pursuing cavalry, we can strike their clan seat.”

“Even if we don’t succeed, we can still inflict heavy damage and throw the Tartars into chaos, leaving them utterly unable to aid the Yuan court.”

“And judging by the timeline, the imperial court’s main army should have reached Daning Prefecture by now.”

“The Great Ming is shifting from defense to offense,” Zhu Ying thought silently.

He’d been in the northern borderlands for many days.

For Zhu Ying and his soldiers, it had been a constant retreat paired with constant battle.

Pure guerrilla warfare.

Striking the enemy when unprepared.

When facing large forces, Zhu Ying never chose direct confrontation—he advanced and withdrew with discipline.

The core purpose was to buy time.

To hold the Tartars in place.

After all, that was the primary objective.

“The Tartar clan seat.”

“We must go there.”

Zhu Ying stared at the location marked on the map for the Tartar clan seat.

Then he tucked the map away.

This map was not made by the Great Ming—it was taken from a Tartar officer he had slain earlier.

Though not highly detailed, it marked many Tartar tribes—more than enough for Zhu Ying.

“By the way.”

“The three treasure chests are still unopened.”

“Let’s gamble on luck.”

Zhu Ying snapped back to awareness.

After killing over five hundred enemies, he received one common treasure chest.

After his total stats surpassed 800 points, he received another.

After his total stats surpassed 900 points, he received a third.

“Open all three treasure chests,” Zhu Ying immediately communicated with the interface.

“Host command: open three common treasure chests.”

“Obtained Huang Jie lower grade: [Protective Inner Armor].”

“Obtained Huang Jie middle grade: [Stored Power One-Cut Slash].”

“Obtained ten vials of Huang Jie lower grade: [Premium Hemostatic Powder].” The interface displayed the prompts.

“Lucky break—all items are ranked.”

Seeing this, Zhu Ying felt a surge of joy.

So far, anything ranked was clearly valuable.

“Premium Hemostatic Powder.”

“If it’s ranked, its hemostatic effect must be exceptional.”

Zhu Ying’s heart stirred as he saw the third chest’s reward.

In this era,

the leading cause of death on the battlefield was still excessive blood loss—due to inability to stop bleeding and infection.

Though suturing techniques and disinfection with strong liquor existed, they were still crude by later standards.

Stopping bleeding alone was a major challenge.

For instance, many of Zhu Ying’s wounded soldiers were pierced by arrows—once pulled, the wounds bled uncontrollably. Others were slashed by Tartar sabers, their wounds slow to heal and bleeding profusely.

Though the army carried plenty of bandages and herbal remedies, they were still insufficient.

“Liu Lei.”

Zhu Ying called out.

“Your orders, Garrison Commander,” Liu Lei responded instantly.

“I have five vials of premium hemostatic medicine. Take them with your Personal Guards and administer them to wounded soldiers who can’t stop bleeding—it has miraculous effects.”

“If it works, these brothers might live.”

“Use sparingly—there’s not much.”

Zhu Ying reached into his robe, summoned five vials of Hemostatic Powder with a thought, and handed them to Liu Lei.

“Your orders are received.”

Liu Lei immediately took the five vials and led his Personal Guards to the wounded.

“I hope this Hemostatic Powder works.”

“This could save many of my comrades,” Zhu Ying thought silently.

By giving out the Hemostatic Powder, Zhu Ying had done all he could—and left the rest to fate.

After all, many wounded soldiers were dying from blood loss.

“Stored Power One-Cut Slash.”

“Extract.”

Zhu Ying extracted the martial art.

As a wave of enlightenment surged through him,

the technique of Stored Power One-Cut Slash imprinted itself into his consciousness.

“Stored Power One-Cut Slash.”

“Channel all your strength into one slash—when mastered to beginner level, it unleashes double power; intermediate, triple; perfected, fivefold power in an instant.”

“Truly a ranked martial art,” he murmured.

“Powerful.”

After successfully extracting the technique, Zhu Ying wore a satisfied smile.

After successfully extracting the martial technique, Zhu Ying wore a satisfied smile.

this technique greatly enhanced his combat power—it was a true killing move!

With his current strength of over a thousand jin, who could block his slash?

With double the power, no one could stand against it.

A life-saving killing technique—this was no exaggeration.

“Protective Inner Armor.”

Zhu Ying extracted the armor.

It landed in his hand—a soft vest.

Yet its material didn’t seem like ordinary iron—it appeared woven from some unknown substance.

Zhu Ying drew his blade and slashed at it.

The armor showed no damage—not even a scratch.

This armor protected the upper body.

This inner armor protects the upper body.

“That’s acceptable—worn under armor, even if arrows pierce the outer plate, they won’t harm what’s inside.”

“Good stuff.”

Zhu Ying sighed.

Without hesitation, he stripped off his blood-stained outer armor and uniform, then put on the inner armor.

On this battlefield, Zhu Ying valued his life dearly.

Even if you climb higher, even if your attributes are formidable—you’re a match for a hundred, a thousand—your life is still only one.

This era had bed crossbows, trebuchets, and cannons; Zhu Ying didn’t think himself invincible—not by a long shot.

After putting on the inner armor.

Zhu Ying felt safer.

Very satisfied.

Completely content.

“Attribute panel,” Zhu Ying called inwardly.

His eyes fell upon it.

Host: Zhu Ying

Age: 14 years

Strength: 1145 points 【One point equals one jin of force.】

Speed: 1023 points 【Ten times faster than an ordinary person.】

Constitution: 932 points 【Nine times stronger than an ordinary person; the higher the constitution, the greater the defense and the faster the recovery.】

Endurance: 912 points 【Nine times greater than an ordinary person; higher endurance means sustained energy and abundant stamina.】

Spirit: 923 points 【Higher spirit means clearer thinking.】

Lifespan: 88 years, 3956 days

Storage space: 9 cubic units

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