Chapter 63: Decapitation Shock! Now All Attributes!

To the side!

The soldiers under the Chief Garrison Commander tasked with tallying battle merits also rushed forward, holding documents, stunned as they stared.

“What are you standing there for?”

“Record it.”

Fu Youde looked and immediately said.

“Yes.”

The Chief Garrison Commander finally came to his senses and addressed the soldiers: “Quickly record it.”

“Yes.”

The soldiers finally snapped out of their shock, picking up their brushes to record names and enemy kills.

As several Battalion Commanders presented their battle results.

Then one by one, individual soldiers produced their own kills.

Some had a few ears, some had a dozen, even twenty or thirty ears.

Every soldier who returned from this campaign had taken enemy heads.

Seeing such a vast number of kills.

All the officers present stared in astonishment.

Because Zhu Ying’s forces had indeed amassed an extraordinary number of kills.

Just from what was visible, the tally exceeded twenty thousand.

And yet.

This was only the number of kills Zhu Ying’s troops had time to harvest—many times they had been chased by the Tartars and had no chance to cut ears.

From these results alone, one could see how abundant the harvest was—this was only what four thousand soldiers brought back!

“Zhu Ying.”

“How many Tartars did you kill in this battle?” Fu Youde asked with a smile.

“A lot.”

“I haven’t counted them yet,” Zhu Ying replied with a smile.

“Report, General Fu, our Garrison Commander is fearless and invincible, like the ancient Western Chu Overlord—over a thousand Tartars have died at his hands, if not eight hundred!” Zhang Wu immediately spoke up.

Hearing this number, even Fu Youde’s eyes widened in awe.

Yet in speech, it all condensed into one phrase.

“Excellent.”

“No wonder you’re a warrior of the Great Ming,” Fu Youde laughed.

At this moment!

“The supply troops have boiled the water,” a supply Battalion Commander ran over, bowing respectfully.

“Issue my order.”

“Quickly distribute new uniforms, meat, and large flatbreads.”

“Except for alcohol, provide all else in abundance.”

“Today, I, on behalf of the entire army, reward all soldiers,” Fu Youde declared loudly.

“Thank you, General Fu!”

Zhu Ying and his soldiers immediately thanked him.

“Go, wash up, then rest well for a day.”

“After you’ve rested, tomorrow I’ll give you a surprise,” Fu Youde smiled, clapping Zhu Ying on the shoulder, his eyes filled with deep regard for this new rising warrior of the Great Ming.

Zhu Ying immediately bowed: “Thank you, General.”

“Alright, everyone.”

“Don’t disturb the soldiers.”

“Return to camp for the war council,” Fu Youde shouted.

He then led the officers away from the area.

Zhu Ying also led his soldiers toward the supply troops.

Inside the camp.

Large barrels of water were continuously brought in, steaming hot.

“Brothers.”

“First, place the fallen comrades’ remains, then wash.”

Zhu Ying turned to face his soldiers.

“Yes.”

The soldiers responded in unison.

Those carrying the remains walked aside, solemnly placing them to one side.

Then.

The soldiers returned to the full wooden tubs of hot water.

“Brothers.”

“Don’t be shy—we’re all men, just strip off.”

Zhu Ying laughed loudly and began removing his battle armor.

“Garrison Commander, you’re younger than me—your equipment’s definitely smaller than mine,” a rugged soldier laughed proudly.

Hearing this.

“Hahaha!”

“Wang Lao San, you dare joke about the Garrison Commander?”

“You’re this huge—how could anyone match your equipment?”

“Get lost!”

“Hahaha…”

The soldiers burst into hearty laughter.

And the next moment.

Zhu Ying stripped off his armor and the blood-crusted uniform.

His upper body.

Was covered in scars from sword cuts and arrow wounds—all healed, grotesque yet radiating the honor of a soldier.

When Zhu Ying pulled down his pants.

The rugged soldier Wang Lao San, who had just been boasting, froze: “My goodness.”

Many soldiers turned their gazes, eyes wide with shock, as if witnessing something monumental.

“Oh my heavens—is this what they call innate talent?”

“That thing… is impressive.”

“Wang Lao San, you always bragged to us before—now how are you going to brag?”

“Hahaha, exactly.”

“Garrison Commander’s thing—my goodness, what girl could handle that?”

“Hahaha…”

Many soldiers laughed again, heartily.

“Stop wasting time—wash clean and go eat meat.”

“You’ve been eating dried rations and coarse rice on the northern frontier—haven’t you grown sick of it?” Zhu Ying grumbled.

He then picked up a dipper and poured water over himself, washing away blood and grime.

Seeing this.

The other soldiers, thinking of meat, hurriedly grabbed dippers and began washing.

Instantly!

Blood flowed across the ground, staining it red—evidence of how much blood had caked on Zhu Ying and his men.

The supply troops nearby, tending the fires, stared in stunned silence.

“Just soak in it.”

Zhu Ying looked at the wooden tub and leapt inside—after enduring harsh conditions on the northern frontier, he could finally enjoy a moment of comfort.

“Attribute Panel.”

Zhu Ying mentally called.

Host: Zhu Ying

Age: 14 years

Internal Qi: 1031 [Warrior’s internal qi—the higher the number, the stronger the internal qi.]

Strength: 2285 [One point equals one jin of force.]

Speed: 2023 points [Twenty times faster than an ordinary person.]

Constitution: 1782 points [Seventeen times stronger than an ordinary person—the higher the constitution, the greater the defense and the faster the recovery.]

Endurance: 1752 points [Seventeen times greater than an ordinary person—the higher the endurance, the more sustained energy and stamina.]

Spirit: 1793 points [The higher the spirit, the clearer the mind, the stronger perception, and the ability to sense lethal threats within a thousand meters.]

Lifespan: 112 years, 5212 days

Storage space: 19 cubic units

Cultivation technique: Cross-Refining Art

……

“With my current physique, ordinary arrows can at most injure my surface skin.”

“Even if I’m surrounded by a thousand men, as long as I’m given time, I can kill them all,” Zhu Ying thought to himself, filled with excitement.

Not long after.

The supply troops brought over brand-new uniforms.

After everyone changed, they all looked utterly transformed.

Inside the main camp!

“General.”

“The battle results have been tallied.”

“Garrison Commander Zhu Ying and his troops have slain over twenty-three thousand Tartars, though this likely includes many unverified kills—on the northern frontier, it’s often impossible to sever the enemy’s ears as proof of merit,” the Regional Military Commissioner said respectfully to Fu Youde.

“With four thousand men, they slew over twenty thousand enemies, while suffering fewer than fifteen hundred casualties.”

“What do you all think?”

Fu Youde looked at the officers in the tent.

At this question,

the officers in the tent fell utterly silent.

These Huaixi hardliners were usually arrogant, but now they had no idea how to answer.

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