[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse":3,"chapter-from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-105":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","From Special Forces to the Multiverse",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2315155,4527,"Chapter 105: Naiman","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-105",105,"\u003Cp>Or perhaps due to historical inertia, in both the original timeline and this one, the Naiman tribe was always the last power to be conquered on the Mongolian steppe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike other steppe tribes, the Naiman had already transcended the primitive tribal stage and possessed a rudimentary state apparatus; their ruler was uniquely titled the Sun Khan, and their weaponry and equipment were comparatively advanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unfortunately, in every timeline, his enemies were terrifyingly powerful: in the original timeline, his enemy was Genghis Khan, who would soon sweep across Eurasia; in this one, he faced the Revolutionary Army, far ahead of its time in every aspect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He feared the Revolutionary Army—this force had defeated their hundred-thousand-strong coalition with only ten thousand men, and now they had fifty thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For days, the Sun Khan had been trying to persuade his western neighbor, the Western Liao, to aid him, but the Western Liao showed no interest in steppe affairs; no matter how they laid out the stakes, the Western Liao refused to send troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gap in strength was an insurmountable abyss; no matter how hard he strained his mind, he found not a single solution. For the Sun Khan, this helplessness felt like being swallowed by endless darkness, nearly suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he could only pray that Temujin’s Kiyat tribe and Wang Han’s Kerait tribe would hold back the Tatara forces in front of him—but not long after, he saw thousands of fleeing cavalry approaching his own city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the troops led by Sangkun, Wang Han’s son, bringing news that the Kerait and Kiyat tribes had been swallowed up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When this news reached his ears, the Sun Khan’s heart was shattered by a colossal shock, as if the entire world had collapsed before his eyes—terror and despair, like heaven falling and earth cracking, flooded his soul. He felt his body bound by invisible force, barely able to move; his vision blurred, as if he might faint at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sangkun, if we surrender now, will the Tatara treat us well? I heard they treat prisoners kindly—our captured soldiers weren’t killed, so shouldn’t we be treated even better?” the Sun Khan asked cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the Sun Khan’s question, Sangkun wanted to slap himself. Temujin had clearly told him the Sun Khan was a fool, utterly lacking the courage to fight the Revolutionary Army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Sangkun hadn’t believed it—he thought the Sun Khan, like himself, was proud and wouldn’t back down. He never imagined that pride that came fast would vanish faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sangkun wanted to slap the Sun Khan across the face: treat you well? You’re the perfect target for struggle sessions—how could you be treated well? What right do you have to expect it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old Sangkun would have mocked the Sun Khan mercilessly, but his pride had been shattered by Guo Jing. Now, after recounting Temujin’s lesson on class hatred, Sangkun spread his hands and said: “People like you and me have killed countless slaves and herders. After all, to us they were less than cattle or horses—killing them meant nothing. But the Revolutionary Army believes killing a slave demands your life in return.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nobles in the city erupted in outrage—they couldn’t understand. A slave? Killed and forgotten. Even his own family didn’t care. Why should a tribal chief care? Isn’t that meddling like a dog chasing rats?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, weren’t slaves bought? Didn’t they have the right to kill them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Great Khan, their short rods may be powerful, but if we hide behind our walls, can they even reach us? Great Khan, let’s fight them to the end!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the entire tribe was inflamed, determined to fight the Revolutionary Army to the death. Seeing this, Sangkun’s expression was complex—because the Naiman’s reaction was nearly identical to the Kerait’s before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the Kerait nobles heard Temujin’s words, they reacted the same way. He had thought the whole tribe united could crush this so-called Revolutionary Army—and then they were crushed to dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those nobles were probably being denounced by slaves and herders alongside his father, Wang Han.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Sangkun fled west with his followers, running as far as he could—may he never be caught by the Revolutionary Army in this lifetime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the crushing blow, he could no longer doubt Temujin’s words: Temujin had told him the Revolutionary Army’s ambitions extended far beyond the Mongolian steppe—they would soon attack the Western Xia, the Jin, and even the distant Song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They intended to eliminate all exploiters in this world and usher in a society called communism, one without people like them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrogant, conceited Sun Khan would pay for his delusions, just as Sangkun had. Fortunately, Sangkun not only had his life, but also a thousand cavalrymen at his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the Sun Khan, he would soon discover that the organization which had crushed over a hundred thousand tribal warriors had only revealed a fraction of its terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the Naiman’s tight and tense patrols, the Tatara’s figures finally appeared on the horizon, sweeping in like a storm. At first, the Naiman warriors tensed every nerve—but when they carefully observed, they saw the enemy cavalry numbered only ten thousand, and their anxiety instantly eased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With their sturdy walls and prepped defenses, they felt confident they could withstand the Tatara assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But reality doused them with cold water—their joy had come too soon. When the Tatara leader stepped forward and gazed upon their city, he let out a derisive laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd exchanged bewildered glances. Then, a shocking sight unfolded: above the leader, dark clouds suddenly gathered, as if heaven and earth’s fury had converged. The clouds churned, thunder rolled, as if ten thousand cavalry thundered within. Lightning flashed through the clouds like swords cleaving the sky, heralding the terror to come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the crowd trembled in fear, the young leader suddenly raised a finger and pointed directly at their city. At that moment, the long-accumulated power in the sky erupted—a thunderbolt crashed from above, striking their city with a deafening roar that shook the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The city, once their final sanctuary and the focus of all their hopes, now split open like a torn painting, revealing a horrifying, gaping wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through this breach, the Revolutionary Army poured in—and they could not resist, nor did they wish to.\u003C\u002Fp>",1047,"2026-06-20T13:48:22.834Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","944a30d7e5d4f2ddbc3781ee31d2547e97c7f4dc5bc3dff4ccae588cf67ce061","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-106","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-104",205,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-cover.jpg"]