Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield

Chapter 558: Chapter 233: Ying Zheng’s Worries—This Kid Is Always Troublemaking!

But this time, having suffered such a great loss,

how can the King of Donghu endure?

A formidable force of 200,000 elite soldiers,

all lost in one fell swoop.

Moreover, the previously promised victories turned out to be empty, with no population, money, or grain brought back.

The Qin Army’s speed in destroying the Yan State was too fast, so much so that Donghu had no time to conquer Yan’s Northern Frontier cities before being eradicated by the Qin Army. The captured population and seized money and grain had not been sent back to Donghu.

It can be said that this time Donghu has lost soldiers and generals without gaining anything.

The national power is greatly diminished.

"My tribe has suffered such a loss, how can this king bear it?"

"How can this king endure it?"

"Generals!"

"How much force can our tribe still mobilize?" the King of Donghu asked coldly.

"Reporting to the Great King,"

"Our entire tribe is made of soldiers, waiting for your command to form an army," a general replied loudly.

"This time it’s Qin that provoked our tribe, so it’s not this king’s fault."

"Pass down my royal order."

"Mobilize an army of 400,000."

"March south to attack Qin."

"This time, I will personally lead the expedition and make Qin pay the price," the King of Donghu said angrily.

"Great King,"

"The 400,000 soldiers account for nearly thirty percent of our young and strong. If we dispatch them, how will we defend against the Xiongnu?" a general asked with a grave expression.

"The Xiongnu, dare they oppose our tribe?"

The King of Donghu sneered, blatantly dismissing the Xiongnu.

In today’s era,

the Xiongnu are not the strongest tribe on the plains, much weaker compared to Donghu.

Therefore, all along,

the Xiongnu have been paying tribute to Donghu.

And Donghu continually suppresses them, giving the Xiongnu no chance to rise.

"Pass down my royal order."

"Immediately gather the troops."

"Within twenty days, assemble an army of 400,000."

"Prepare all the grain and supplies."

The King of Donghu ordered coldly.

"Great King,"

"Gathering the troops in twenty days might be sufficient, but the grain and supplies will likely need more time."

"The grain and fodder for 400,000 soldiers and the war horses are a huge consumption," a general responsible for gathering supplies quickly stood out.

"One month, at most one month."

"The grain and supplies for the 400,000-strong army must be ready."

The King of Donghu paid no heed and ordered directly.

Seeing the King of Donghu in such a wrathful state,

the responsible general could only grit his teeth and nod.

Donghu, with a population of only a few million, can barely sustain such strength.

Even for Qin, it would take over a month to gather enough grain and transport it for a 400,000-strong army, let alone a small country like theirs.

In truth,

the King of Donghu was forcing his subordinates to accomplish the task.

"Qin,"

"you exterminated nearly 200,000 of my tribe’s young men, so this king will slaughter your Qin Army and your cities,"

"blood for blood,"

the King of Donghu’s eyes were full of killing intent.

To him,

his hatred towards Qin is profound at this moment.

Since taking charge of Donghu, he has never suffered such a loss, how can he endure it?

But the King of Donghu was unaware.

On the borderland where the Qin and steppes meet,

a covert army of 10,000 had quietly gathered.

Two thousand of Zhao Feng’s trusted aide army,

each empowered by the Qi Fortune official seal, could slay ten.

After all, they all have martial arts cultivation.

There are also ten thousand veteran elite soldiers.

Each elite soldier has slain many enemies with their own hands.

At this moment,

they are all mounted on warhorses, carrying longbows and no fewer than fifty arrows on their backs, holding spears, and with swords hanging from their mounts, each with ten days’ worth of food and water in the saddlebag.

Amidst the solemn anticipation of thousands of soldiers,

Zhao Feng rode slowly forward.

As always dignified, exuding terrifying killing intent.

"Words,"

"I will not say much."

"You are the strongest soldiers of my Wu’an Military Camp, and I had your respective generals integrate you."

"This battle,"

"is fraught with danger."

"I must lead the army into the depths of the foreign tribes, blood for blood, tooth for tooth."

"In this fight, I aim to ensure that the foreign tribes will not dare move southward for at least several years."

"However."

"As I said, this battle is too dangerous."

"I cannot ensure everyone’s return."

"Considering the urgency, I haven’t thought much."

"So I am gathering you now to ask."

Zhao Feng looked solemnly at the soldiers in front of him.

Everyone focused their gaze, waiting for Zhao Feng to speak.

"Those who are the only son at home, step forward."

Zhao Feng shouted with authority.

Immediately.

Among the thousands of soldiers, several hundred stepped forward slowly.

"Those with parents, step forward."

"Those with wife and children, step forward."

"Those with a wife but no offspring, step forward."

Zhao Feng shouted again.

Upon the military order,

more cavalry rode forward.

In the blink of an eye.

Nearly two thousand soldiers emerged from the ranks of over ten thousand.

But after stepping forward, they were again bewildered.

Yet it took only a moment for them to realize something.

They returned back to the ranks.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing the soldiers step out and then return, Zhao Feng frowned and asked.

"To slay the foreign tribes, to protect Huaxia."

"Even as the only son, life and death are with no regrets."

"Even with wife and children, life and death are with no regrets."

"Even with parents, life and death are with no regrets."

"This is our duty as soldiers."

"Even in death, wife and children, parents will be cared for by the Imperial Court."

"We are willing to follow the Shangjiangjun to the death."

A soldier who had just retreated earlier shouted loudly.

Upon his words,

those soldiers who were only sons also shouted: "Life and death with no regrets, willing to follow the Shangjiangjun to the death."

"This battle,"

"is not like the campaign against the Yan State, Qin does not compel anyone."

"This battle is only for several years of peace in the land of Yan."