[{"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-114":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},2315164,4527,"Chapter 114","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-114",114,"\u003Cp>Mobilizing tens of thousands of troops for a campaign into Mongolia’s grasslands was no small matter—supply lines, grain, logistics, and personnel deployment all had to be secured, and it had to be done quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If we wait a full year to strike, we might as well surrender outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To save time, they vigorously promoted revolutionary ideals among the monks, scholar-officials, and nobility of Western Xia, urging them to contribute grain, money, and manpower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, only a small fraction believed them—but that small fraction was enough; these elites shortened the timeline from one year to three months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Temujin knew that confronting the Revolutionary Army’s devastating firearms head-on was tantamount to humiliation and suicide—like an egg striking a stone. He therefore decisively adopted a scorched-earth strategy, seeking victory through cunning. He ordered Western Xia’s soldiers to set fire across the vast grasslands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Temujin meticulously planned an even deadlier move: he had his troops throw the carcasses of dead cattle and sheep into the rivers. These rotting bodies drifted downstream, emitting a nauseating stench. Over time, they became the source of plague.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a native of the grasslands, he understood the devastation his actions would bring—but he had no choice. To defeat such a powerful enemy, he must resort to any means necessary to cripple their economy and plunge them into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet every time he carried out such acts, it seemed an invisible force quietly slipped away from him, leaving his heart hollow, as if something vital had been lost. Meanwhile, Nie Huaishang was busy organizing the herders’ epidemic prevention efforts and guiding them to evacuate safely to designated zones. He knew well what he had gained in this process—the complete Mandate of Heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they had once unified these vast grasslands, the fate of the nation had always favored Temujin. But when Temujin resorted to the extreme act of using Western Xia’s troops to burn the land and poison the waterways, he enraged the Mongolian Mandate of Heaven, which now turned against him in revulsion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is truly: those who follow the Dao receive much aid; those who abandon it receive little,” Nie Huaishang murmured, recalling the reactions of the various tribes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Temujin, I will tear you limb from limb. Even if only one man remains of the Qiyan tribe, we will fight you to the death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Witnessing the once-lush grasslands reduced to ash, and the once-clear rivers poisoned, the people of the Qiyan tribe stood like soulless shells, kneeling helplessly as tears streamed down their faces. Their weeping was not born of weakness, but of profound love for their homeland and the despair of irreversible loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For months, each nightfall brought the Qiyan people deep inner turmoil. The thought of facing Temujin—who had once treated them with relative kindness—tore their hearts apart. After all, compared to the cold cruelty of other tribal leaders, Temujin’s past care and tolerance had been like a ray of winter sun: warm and precious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this Khan, long known for his mercy, now showed them no mercy at all—not even a sliver of survival. Had he not spent his childhood herding across these endless grasslands? Could he not understand what it meant when the land turned to ash and the rivers were fouled beyond recognition?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The innocent cattle and sheep lost the green grass they depended on and could no longer drink from the polluted rivers. For these herders, to lose the grasslands and rivers was to lose the very source of life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who taught them to read were right: slave-masters are naturally opposed to us. We are merely their cattle and horses, raised for meat and milk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Comrade Commander Ha, don’t give us guns—we, the Qiyan tribe, men, women, old and young, all must fight. If we have no bows or sabers, we’ll take kitchen knives and die fighting. We won’t let them destroy our grasslands and our land.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire Qiyan tribe burned with uncontainable rage. They would rather die in fierce battle, pierced by countless blades, blood staining their robes, than starve to death in hunger and cold, clinging to a miserable existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commander Ha Shi, stationed here, was pleased by the herders’ united fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For this was the first time he had seen such loyalty—compared to other tribal leaders, Temujin had treated these people relatively well, and his personal charisma far surpassed that of any other chieftain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This made Ha Shi’s unit the hardest to train, despite having the fewest recruits. While other regiments had already expanded into brigades, his unit’s reorganization and training remained incomplete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet unexpectedly, at this critical moment, Temujin had helped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fellow villagers, as long as our People’s Zidi  soldiers are alive, you need not take the battlefield. Since our founding, we have resolved to guard the people with our lives.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fellow villagers, Comrade Zhang, the Standing Committee member, said: ‘If you keep the land but lose the people, you lose both. If you keep the people but lose the land, you keep both.’ Rest assured—we have stockpiled enough grain to see us through this winter. As long as we live, the burned grass will grow again, the polluted waters will clear once more. But once a person dies, they cannot be brought back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you must ensure your own safety.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ha Shi spoke solemnly, his words heavy with sincerity, each phrase carrying the weight of his true heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because they had always maintained the habit of establishing outposts and storing supplies, they quickly moved all civilians inside the outposts. The Revolutionary Army only needed to hold these positions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the defenders refused to sortie, Temujin’s face turned ashen. If the Revolutionary Army attacked him directly, he could lure them into the open, then strike swiftly at the Qiyan tribe to seize control of all the herders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using these people as hostages, he could incite rebellion among the soldiers who had been reorganized into the Revolutionary Army. Once they revolted, he could crush the garrison here and seize their firearms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a large stockpile of rifles, he would finally have the strength to confront the Revolutionary Army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet no matter what he did—burning the land, poisoning the rivers—they refused to fall for it. Most crucially, there was no internal chaos, proving they had stockpiled vast quantities of supplies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how had they amassed so much in such a short time? This meant a powerful force was secretly supporting them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That force could not be in Western Xia—it must be in the Jin state. But if the Jin supported them, why hadn’t they used such weapons to destroy Western Xia and the Song? For the first time, Temujin realized this hidden force held too many secrets—its depths were unfathomable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he pondered how to break through, a messenger delivered a shocking report: “Their grain supply line has been cut.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1137,"2026-06-20T13:48:22.834Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d68a436341a320b28e0ce71687d3195652cf1fdd93ced685fd3a1c16a27f4841","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-115","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-113",205,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-cover.jpg"]