Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield-Chapter 679 - 276: So What If Chu Has Only Three Clans? Qin Will Still Fall to Chu! Execute the King of Chu!

Chapter 679: Chapter 276: So What If Chu Has Only Three Clans? Qin Will Still Fall to Chu! Execute the King of Chu!

"Damn Qin bandits."

"Even unto death, I swear to exist with Great Chu."

"My fellow officials."

"Ministers of Great Chu would rather die than surrender."

Staring at the Qin Army menacingly gathered in the grand hall, a principled Chu official roared.

He immediately drew his sword from his waist and charged toward the Qin soldiers ahead.

Gazing at this merit delivered to their hands—

The Qin soldier at the very front showed not the slightest hesitation and thrust forward with his long spear.

With a sickening squelch—

He pierced the Chu official through on the spot.

Then, with a single slash of the spear, he hewed off that Chu official’s head.

The other Qin soldiers looked on with envy upon him.

Such a deed of merit was now claimed.

The order they had received was to spare the surrendered, but any who resisted and took up arms could rightly be slain.

"Is there anyone else eager for closure with death?"

The Army Marquis who first stormed into Chu’s great hall swept a cold gaze around and gave a chilling shout.

"For the sake of Great Chu—"

"We fight the Qin bandits to the death!"

Moved by one man’s sacrifice and loyalty, dozens more hot-blooded Chu officials roared and drew their swords, charging toward the Qin soldiers in the hall.

"They have spirit."

"Kill them."

The Qin Military Marquis uttered a cold command.

He waved his hand.

The many Qin soldiers surged forth together, slaughtering the Chu officials who dared rush forward.

Merits delivered to the door—such opportunities must not be wasted.

Perhaps in the eyes of higher-ranking generals, these Chu officials possessed courage worthy of respect.

But to these rank-and-file soldiers, such men simply sought death on their own terms.

In the blink of an eye—

From over a hundred Chu officials on the court, only several dozen remained.

And as for the three powerful families who truly held sway in Chu, they were a pitiful sight—cowering behind, not daring to show themselves.

From this alone it is clear—

The saying "Even if there are but three households in Chu, Qin shall fall only at Chu’s hand" is a joke.

If the Qin Dynasty had produced a legitimate heir, there would not have been talk of "Qin’s fall by Chu."

All this resulted from Emperor Qin Shi Huang failing to leave a successor fit to rule, no one to hold the realm in check.

At this moment—

Zhao Feng, flanked by his trusted aides, entered the Chu Royal Palace’s Grand Hall of Court Deliberations.

"We salute Your Majesty’s arrival."

The Army Marquis and Qin soldiers who had stormed the hall all bowed in reverence.

Yet their eyes still gleamed with a predator’s watchfulness toward the Chu ministers.

At the slightest sign of disturbance—they would kill.

"Zhao Feng."

With just a glitching glance—

All the living officials and King of Chu in the hall recognized Zhao Feng at once.

Before them, Zhao Feng was clad in blood, as if stepped forth from Purgatory itself.

The weight of his presence sent a chill into their very bones.

"To storm the Chu Royal Palace first in the assault—"

"Is to earn great merit."

"What is your name?"

Zhao Feng looked toward the Army Marquis who had entered first.

"Reporting to Your Majesty—your subordinate is Cao Shuang."

The Army Marquis replied with undisguised excitement.

"Good, Cao Shuang."

"Your merit I shall remember."

"After this campaign, you are to be promoted to Capital Commandant and raised by two ranks," Zhao Feng said gravely.

"Your subordinate thanks Your Majesty greatly," Cao Shuang responded, elated.

To be noticed by Zhao Feng as a lowly Army Marquis of the Wu’an Military Camp, especially to be elevated by his own hand—such glory is immeasurable, and to return to the army will bring endless boasting rights.

"Any Army Marquis of the first to storm the Chu Royal Palace shall all be promoted by a rank, as I have promised. As for enemy kills, those merits shall be tallied separately by Military Sima."

Zhao Feng turned to address the Daqin Elite Soldiers in the hall.

Hearing this—

Each and every elite soldier was overcome with excitement.

"We swear to follow Your Majesty unto death!" the elite soldiers roared in unison.

Zhao Feng withdrew his gaze and looked toward the King of Chu who sat above the throne.

This King of Chu had, at most, reigned a single year. Royal authority was never his; he, as king, had hardly enjoyed it, and now must suffer the fate of a lost state and ruined house.

Indeed—a pity.

However—

This was but the chaos of Chu’s own making.

Too many powerful ministers had come and gone.

Yet none of these ministers had the competence or courage of the Daqin’s Lv Buwei—nor did they possess such devotion to the nation.

Their grasp on power was never for the strengthening of Chu, but to empower themselves. Thus, royal authority in Chu withered; their king possessed no kingship in the end.

"King Fu Chu of Chu."

"Will you perish with your state, or surrender?"

Zhao Feng’s gaze bored into the King of Chu as he questioned him.

To speak frankly—

Zhao Feng inwardly looked forward to this.

If this King of Chu could muster a shred of spirit and challenge him, it would mean another Third Tier Treasure Box to be claimed; Zhao Feng would have no qualms about sending him on his way.

After all, this man seeks death with all his heart.

No one else is to blame.

Moreover—

As for killing the king or sparing him—

Zhao Feng already had his calculations in mind.

He had now won great merit; a message had already reached him from Yanting— the King of Qin had issued orders: once Chu was destroyed, Zhao Feng was to be made Grand Commandant.

As Grand Commandant, he would command Qin’s armies.

Zhao Feng did desire such rank, for with Treasure Boxes, he could obtain rare treasures.

Yet what Zhao Feng truly wished for was to campaign in Baiyue, to govern those lands, and await the End of Qin in quiet preparation.

And as for regicide—

Such an act would stain his name deliberately; someday, requesting the office to govern wild Baiyue would thus become possible.

Otherwise, to be suddenly sent as Grand Commandant to guard Baiyue, a command for one nation—is too strange; the King of Qin would never permit this, so he must use the Court’s hand to make it plausible.

Of course—

Regicide has its own methods as well.

If the King of Chu surrenders, Zhao Feng could not kill; if he sought death, Zhao Feng could grant him that release.

Hearing Zhao Feng’s words,

The frightened, surviving Chu officials all looked toward the King of Chu.

"Great King."

"Now that things have reached this point... surrender," said Zhao Wen directly.

Leader of the three clans and now the first to call for surrender.

"Yes, Great King."

"Surrender, Qu Family."

The Jing and Qu families immediately echoed him.

"You... you all..."

The King of Chu pointed at the heads of all three clans, his face livid with rage.

"Great King."

"Great Chu can no longer be saved."