All Attributes Surpass 900 Points

Zhu Ying charged forward on horseback.

He kept killing enemy after enemy.

With his now formidable attributes, he had far surpassed ordinary men. Forget fighting ten thousand alone—Zhu Ying absolutely possessed the strength to face a thousand by himself.

Even if surrounded by a thousand men, Zhu Ying could still carve his way out.

Of course.

If it were a thousand archers firing from a certain distance away, that would be another matter.

Led by Zhu Ying.

Several thousand Ming Dynasty soldiers were likewise fierce and fearless, mercilessly beating the drowning dogs and slaughtering these Tatars whose fighting spirit and morale had utterly collapsed.

After less than half an hour of battle.

The ground was already carpeted with corpses, along with several thousand warhorses that had lost their masters.

"Host's all attributes have surpassed 800 points. Reward: one ordinary treasure chest."

"Host's all attributes have surpassed 900 points. Reward: one ordinary treasure chest."

The panel notified him.

After this battle.

Zhu Ying had no idea how many Tatars he had killed. Conservatively speaking, it was at least over two hundred—perhaps even more. This had been his true full strength, without holding anything back.

Such combat power deeply convinced every soldier under his command.

All attributes surpassing a thousand points is within sight.

Once all my attributes break a thousand, I wonder what changes they will undergo. A glimmer of delight appeared on Zhu Ying's face.

However.

Zhu Ying did not remain lost in thought. He came back to himself and swept his gaze around.

The battlefield was littered with corpses.

Nine out of ten were Tatar bodies, while warhorses wandered loose across the battlefield.

Still standing on the field were several thousand blood-stained Ming Dynasty cavalrymen. Every one of them panted heavily, while some were still chasing after the fleeing Tatars.

"Don't pursue a cornered foe!"

Zhu Ying shouted.

At his call.

The many Thousand-Household Officers also shouted one after another, "The Commandant's order: do not pursue a cornered foe!"

Restrained by the Thousand-Household Officers, the soldiers who had gone in pursuit gradually returned.

"Brothers."

"This group of Tatars was merely one scattered detachment. We cannot stay here long."

"Listen to my orders."

"Quickly treat the wounded soldiers. As for the fallen, place them on horseback and bind them with ropes. Even if they died in battle, I, Zhu Ying, will not allow their remains to be left in this foreign land."

"I, Zhu Ying, promise that no matter whether they live or die, I will bring my brothers home." Zhu Ying gave the order to the Thousand-Household Officers and the surrounding soldiers, his expression utterly solemn.

Here in this foreign land, they had killed so many Tatars.

If the soldiers' corpses were left behind, Zhu Ying could imagine the cruel treatment they would suffer.

He could not bear to let brothers-in-arms who had lived and died together be stranded in a foreign land, their corpses desecrated.

Hearing Zhu Ying's words.

The looks in the surrounding soldiers' eyes changed. They became more reverent, more convinced—and, naturally, filled with heartfelt recognition.

At that moment.

They understood the young Commandant's determination to live and die alongside his comrades.

This was a man worth following unto death.

"We obey the Commandant's order!"

All the surrounding soldiers shouted in unison, their voices ringing out loud and clear, full of recognition and faith in Zhu Ying.

"Zhang Wu, Wei Quan."

Zhu Ying called again.

"Please give your orders, Commandant." The two immediately replied.

"We cannot abandon the Tatars' warhorses. These horses have already been trained; take them all with us so we can rotate mounts later."

"Collect all the arrows from these Tatars. We cannot waste them."

"Get every brother moving. We must withdraw within the time it takes an incense stick to burn, or the Tatar reinforcements will sink their teeth into us."

"Also, there must be men among these Tatar corpses playing dead. Be careful not to let them hurt you. If you find anyone feigning death, kill him at once," Zhu Ying said gravely.

"This subordinate accepts the order."

The two immediately responded.

At least three or four thousand warhorses lay scattered across the battlefield.

Nearly four thousand Tatar corpses littered the ground.

The gains from this great battle could truly be called resounding.

Once everything had been arranged, Zhu Ying looked at the wreckage surrounding the battlefield.

Looking at his blood-soaked armor, he could not help but feel dazed.

"Without realizing it, I've been in the army for nearly five months."

"Half a year is almost here."

"From a commoner to Acting Garrison Commander."

"As long as I survive this trial, I can at least be confirmed as Garrison Commander. After that, all I need to do is relentlessly harass the Tatars, and military merit will be mine."

"And in the process, all my attributes should at least break past one thousand."

"But..."

"I still have to do everything I can to bring these brothers who followed me back."

"As long as we wipe out the Tatar cavalry, everything afterward will be much easier." Zhu Ying thought to himself.

After the time it took to burn an incense stick, "Garrison Commander."

"Everything is ready."

"We can withdraw at any time." Several Thousand Commanders stepped forward to report.

"Good."

Zhu Ying nodded and swept his gaze around. The officers and soldiers had all mounted up, while the Tatar warhorses had been herded together. The fallen soldiers had also been tied onto warhorses.

"Pass down the order. Continue north." Zhu Ying commanded loudly.

"We obey the Garrison Commander's order."

All the officers and soldiers answered in unison.

Then, Zhu Ying spurred his horse into motion and charged northward once more.

The officers and soldiers followed after him.

Once the Ming Army soldiers departed, the battlefield was left with nothing but corpses strewn across the ground and countless dead warhorses.

It was an exceptionally bloody and brutal sight.

Less than the time it took to burn an incense stick after Zhu Ying's departure, Clop.

Clop-clop-clop.

From the south, Several thousand Tatar cavalrymen came sweeping in.

When they saw the blood-drenched battlefield ahead, The leading Tatar general waved his hand. "Stop."

The Tatar soldiers all looked over, every one of them wearing an exceedingly grim expression.

"Just how many Ming Army soldiers were there?" the Tatar Commander of Ten Thousand asked in a deep voice.

"R-Reporting to the Commander of Ten Thousand."

"The Ming Army had around five thousand troops. N-no, more than five thousand—at least seven or eight thousand."

A Tatar Thousand Commander who had escaped by sheer luck answered tremblingly.

"Seven or eight thousand?"

A savage look appeared on the Tatar Commander of Ten Thousand's face. "Five thousand warriors of my tribe could not even hold them off for half an hour? Fewer than a thousand of those five thousand warriors escaped?"

"Commander of Ten Thousand."

"The Ming Army was very strong."

"Their commander was a fiend. He feared neither arrows nor blades or spears. Hundreds of our men died at his hands alone."

"And... and five Thousand Commanders."

"They all died at his hands."

"And those Ming Army soldiers were all mad—they weren't afraid of death..."

The escaped commander of a thousand reported in a trembling voice.

"Shut up."

The commander of ten thousand barked coldly.

After sweeping his gaze around, he shouted, "See if there are any living brothers."

"Yes."

Numerous Tatar soldiers dismounted and ran toward this blood-soaked battlefield.

At this moment!

A Tatar arrived carrying their battle flag.

"Commander of ten thousand."

"Th-There are words left by the Ming Army on our battle flag." The Tatar soldier held up the flag in his hands and respectfully presented it to the Tatar commander of ten thousand.

The commander of ten thousand took it and looked, then immediately shouted, "Is there anyone who can read Han characters?"

"This subordinate can."

A Tatar immediately ran forward.

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