System:The More I Kill, the Stronger I Get

Wu Ligu was the leader of this logistics transport team. Fearing death on the battlefield, he had arranged for a safer position transporting supplies in the rear, especially since his three beautiful wives at home might otherwise seek other men's arms.

He had no expectations for military merits or titles. His family was already quite powerful, being part of a mid-to-upper-tier tribe among the Huns.

The battlefield was a meat grinder, where even strong warriors in the Prenatal Realm could fall. It was too dangerous.

Looking at the blue sky and white clouds while riding his horse leisurely and comfortably, this was the life he wanted.

Wu Ligu even started humming a tune.

The entire team moved slowly and lazily.

To them, this Northern Frontier grassland was Hun territory. The Wei people could only hide behind their city walls to avoid the Hun army's might.

The grassland was very safe!

As autumn set in, the grass on the prairie started to turn yellow.

"Sala hey hey..."

Wu Ligu sang louder and louder, his voice echoing through the air.

The soldiers below wished they were deaf at that moment; they couldn't stand this noise pollution. If Wu Ligu weren't their superior, they would have loved to stab him with a spear.

"Sir, should we send out a couple of scouts to check ahead?" a Hun centurion asked.

"Dick Strong, you're getting more cowardly as you age. This is our Hun territory. What are you afraid of?" Oliver said coldly, looking at Dick Strong.

Faced with Wu Ligu's cold gaze, Dick Strong didn't know how to respond. This damn guy, relying on his influential father, only knew how to enjoy life and had no idea about maintaining vigilance during a march.

He wondered how his brother, Dick Strong Small, was doing on the battlefield. Had he achieved any merits to bring honor to their family and tribe?

Being assigned to work under this spoiled brat was like a curse.

Dick Strong cursed inwardly!

Another centurion in the team felt the same way about Wu Ligu.

Their team had five hundred people, with each centurion leading two hundred and fifty. But out of these five hundred, only two hundred were actual soldiers; the other three hundred were tribesmen drafted to transport supplies.

They had almost no combat power!

...

Oliver Sheng and his men lay in ambush, waiting for the Hun logistics team to arrive.

Half an hour later, Oliver finally saw the Hun logistics team slowly appear in his line of sight.

"These guys are moving so slowly, like they're on a spring outing," Oliver complained.

After waiting for a while, the Hun army finally entered the ambush range.

Whether due to their laziness or complete lack of awareness, they didn't notice anything unusual.

As the Hun logistics team entered the ambush range, Oliver threw off the grass mat covering his head, drew his bow, and shot three arrows in quick succession.

"Attack!"

With Oliver's shout, the archers hidden on both sides of the road stood up and unleashed a volley of arrows.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The first volley killed over thirty Hun soldiers.

After the first volley, the archers quickly nocked their arrows and continued shooting.

The distance from the road was only fifty meters, and the Hun army wasn't very spread out, so the arrows rarely missed.

"Enemy attack!"

Dick Strong's eyes widened in rage as he shouted, looking at the incoming arrow rain.

"Thud!"

An arrow pierced his throat.

Oliver watched as Dick Strong slowly fell.

"Shouting so loudly, afraid I wouldn't notice you?"

Oliver didn't know that both Dick Strong Small and Dick Strong had died by his hand.

Wu Ligu was momentarily stunned by the sudden attack.

"Quick, take cover and counterattack!" another centurion shouted.

Hearing the shout, Oliver looked over and shot another arrow.

His arrows were incredibly fast and powerful.

As a silver-level archer, his archery skills, strength, and speed were unmatched.

Before the centurion could react, an arrow had already pierced his throat.

The two centurions in the Hun army, both early-stage martial artists, were killed by Oliver, giving him ten kill points.

Seeing Oliver's side launch the attack, Zane Wang and Owen Hai also led their cavalry in a charge.

After quickly shooting their arrows, the Hun army had already suffered seventy to eighty casualties.

Oliver drew his saber: "Charge with me, kill the Hun invaders!"

Seeing Oliver charge, the other soldiers followed suit.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

On the other side, the soldiers led by Hunter Tang also began their charge.

The air was filled with deafening shouts, as if thousands of troops were charging.

With the two experienced centurions dead, the tribesmen in the army panicked, making it impossible for the soldiers to mount an effective defense or counterattack.

Seeing the Wei army charging from both sides of the road, Wu Ligu finally snapped out of his daze.

"Damn Wei dogs, how dare you attack me! Dick Strong, counterattack!" Wu Ligu roared.

However, no one responded!

"Dick Strong, Dick Strong?"

"Are you dead? Counterattack!" Wu Ligu was furious.

"Sir, Centurion Dick Strong is dead," a soldier said, trembling.

"What?"

"Dead!"

The annoying centurion was dead, and Wu Ligu was a bit dazed.

"What about Centurion Samuel?"

"He's dead too!"

The soldier next to him replied.

"Sir, the Wei have cavalry, and they're charging," another soldier said, trembling.

Seeing the cavalry charge, the tribesmen scattered, cursing their parents for not giving them more legs.

Tribesmen who had never experienced war couldn't compare to real soldiers.

Soon, Oliver and his men charged into the Hun logistics army.

Ordinary soldiers couldn't withstand Oliver, who was like a fierce tiger.

In just a few breaths, he had killed over ten people.

With Oliver leading the charge, the other soldiers were like ferocious wolves, continuously killing Hun soldiers.

They had all survived the battlefield, having gone through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The weak had already died on the battlefield.

With Oliver leading the charge, any Hun soldier who dared to block him was killed.

The Hun army couldn't organize an effective counterattack.

"Damn Wei dogs, I'll kill you all!"

Oliver, who stood out, was targeted by Wu Ligu. He could tell that Oliver was the leader of this team.

Drawing his saber, Wu Ligu charged at Oliver.

Facing Wu Ligu's strike, Oliver raised his hand to block.

Wu Ligu was pushed back two steps, shocked as he looked at Oliver.

He was a martial artist at the Great Perfection stage, with a single-arm strength of three thousand pounds.

But now, he was pushed back by a mid-stage martial artist.

"Hey, another expert!" Oliver smiled at Wu Ligu.

This martial artist at the Great Perfection stage must be the leader Zane had mentioned.

"Die, Wei dog!" Wu Ligu was furious, swinging his saber wildly at Oliver.

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't be too hasty," Oliver said, blocking with his saber.

Wu Ligu had learned some Great Wei language, so he understood what Oliver was saying.

Hearing this, he became even angrier. This damn Wei dog was mocking him.

Did he really think his saber wasn't sharp!?

"Ah, I'll kill you!" Wu Ligu swung his saber even harder.

This damn Wei dog dared to taunt him.

"Haven't you eaten? Didn't your family feed you? Why are you so weak? Is your saber as soft as a peach?"

"Really? Really?"

Oliver taunted as he fought Wu Ligu.

"Boom!"

Soon, Zane Wang and Owen Hai led their cavalry into the fray, crushing the already fragile Hun army.

More and more Hun soldiers fell under the cavalry's assault.

Seeing the Hun soldiers being slaughtered, Wu Ligu was furious.

"Ah..."

"Kill..."

At this moment, Wu Ligu forgot all his saber techniques and moves, wildly swinging his saber, trying to kill Oliver.

"Haha, I'm done playing with you!"

"Blood Fiend Saber Technique, Night Battle Eight Directions!"

Oliver unleashed the Blood Fiend Saber Technique, instantly forcing Wu Ligu to retreat.

"Thud!"

A blood-red saber light flashed, and Wu Ligu's eyes froze as he slowly fell.

Oliver slit Wu Ligu's throat, ending his life.

The martial artist at the Great Perfection stage, Wu Ligu, provided Oliver with ten kill points.

Despite Wu Ligu's Great Perfection stage strength, Oliver found him weak.

He was like a flower nurtured in a greenhouse, beautiful but useless.

After killing Wu Ligu, Oliver continued to kill other Hun soldiers.

Seeing Oliver's prowess, slaughtering Hun soldiers like dogs, the other soldiers were invigorated, desperately killing the Hun soldiers.

With their leader and experts gone, the Hun army couldn't resist Oliver's forces and was completely wiped out.

Oliver also sent Zane Wang and Owen Hai to chase down and kill the fleeing tribesmen.

"We really won, haha, Sergeant, we won." Hunter Tang laughed excitedly, looking at the Hun soldiers' corpses.

They were only seventy people, yet they had defeated a five-hundred-strong army under Oliver's leadership.

"What's there to be proud of? Out of those five hundred, only about two hundred were real soldiers; the rest were tribesmen."

"And this was a logistics transport team. Defeating them under my leadership was only natural."

"Hurry up and clean the battlefield. Take everything we can, and burn the rest. Don't leave anything for the Huns," Oliver said.

Hunter Tang scratched his head, feeling like he had been shown up.

The sergeant was indeed impressive, maintaining his composure.

"By the way, what are our casualties?" Oliver asked.

"Eight brothers died, and a dozen were injured," Hunter Tang replied.

"Hurry up and gather the supplies. We need to leave."

"Yes, sir!"

Oliver could barely accept the casualties. After all, they were facing an enemy several times their number. In the chaos of battle, casualties were inevitable.

Turning to look at the pile of supplies, Hunter Tang felt both happy and worried.

Happy because they had supplies and food, worried because there was too much to carry.

Grain, dried meat, siege ladders, ropes, sabers, bows, arrows, tents, wool blankets...

There were enough supplies for a regiment of five thousand soldiers.

Oliver's eyes lit up at the sight of over a hundred horses. Though many were not warhorses but used for transporting supplies, they were still valuable mounts, essential for mobility on the grassland.

"Sergeant, sergeant, big haul, there's a surprise, medicine, there are pills!" Hunter Tang shouted excitedly from a distance, where he was sorting through the supplies.

Oliver turned sharply: "Pills?!"