[{"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-121":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},2315171,4527,"Chapter 121: The Collapse of Chahe Tai","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-121",121,"\u003Cp>Watching his father and elder brother on the imperial dais, Wanyan Honglie felt a helplessness akin to Yue Fei’s—when you’ve been ousted from court and utterly defeated, no amount of effort can save the state from collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The revolutionaries had infiltrated the Great Jin state as thoroughly as a sieve; the crown prince, Wanyan Hongxi, obeyed Zhang Xiaofan in every matter, and even the emperor intended to have Wanyan Hongxi take Zhang Chu’an and Zhang Xiaofan as his teachers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie understood his father’s intentions—his relentless elevation of the two Zhangs was purely to showcase his civil governance and challenge the Song dynasty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Song once had the two great Confucians Cheng Yi and Cheng Hao; why could the Great Jin not have the two Zhangs? And who says youth disqualifies one from becoming a great Confucian? These two masters, though young, had mastered heaven and earth and were no less accomplished than the Cheng brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this not the celestial descent of the Wenqu Star upon the Jin? His father could not refuse such a thing—but these men were no Confucians at all; beneath the robes of sages lay Huang Chao, An Lushan, Chen Sheng, and Wu Guang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What crushed him most was that not a single member of the Wanyan clan stood by him—not one. Everyone saw him as a traitor to the Wanyan family; had he not been a prince, they would have devoured him alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They never paid attention to the guerrillas in the countryside or the police maintaining order in the cities; they thought these people were merely their servants—but only he knew the true strength of these men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They maintained strict discipline; when crushing bandits, they charged forward without regard for their lives, involuntarily reminding him of Yue Fei’s army, whose strength was said to be easier to shake the mountains than to defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, they were stronger than Yue Fei’s army—they shared common interests, unified ideology, each man knew his mission, and above all, their leader, Zhang Chu’an, was a master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only a master of military struggle, but also a master of political struggle. He had once confidently investigated the Shandong base, expecting the script to unfold thus: the revolutionaries would send martial artists to intimidate and threaten him, then he would secretly investigate, outwit them through sheer grit, and finally expose their true faces with irrefutable evidence—returning to the capital to present it to his father, who would fly into a rage and dispatch troops to annihilate them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reality was, they told Wanyan Hongxi that Yang Kang was not his son, and presented a witness named Duan Tiande.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie lost the political struggle before he even drew his sword—he was imprisoned, his faction purged by Wanyan Hongxi, and replaced entirely by revolutionaries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the revolutionaries openly hold office in the Great Jin, expanding their revolutionary bases and growing their cause stronger, Wanyan Honglie felt as if he were vomiting blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They no longer hid their land redistribution—when landlords came to the city to complain, they responded with action: “Who are you, standing before this magistrate? Why do you accuse me? Before you speak, take twenty strokes of the punishment stick.” Unsurprisingly, the accusers were beaten to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most courteous act? When officials from other prefectures prepared to report them to court, Wanyan Hongxi executed their entire families on the pretext that they harbored Bao Xiruo and her son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Landlords with nowhere to appeal could only choke on their rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These revolutionaries waved the Jin banner boldly to expand their power, then dumped all blame for their atrocities onto the Great Jin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just thinking of this made Wanyan Honglie want to cry—these bastards went too far; even bullying has its limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the revolutionary army handled logistics, as soon as the main force marched far away, these bastards would cut the supply lines and lock the gates to rebel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless the forty-thousand-strong army could crush the Mongols in an extremely short time—but why would the Mongols fight them? Wasn’t it better to wage guerrilla warfare across the endless steppes? Hadn’t Hule Khan himself used this very method to force the Great Jin to recognize his captured fortresses?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, the Jin commander was Wanyan Wuzhu, the divine general of Jin—and even he could not defeat them. Kejidusi was nowhere near Wanyan Wuzhu’s level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did the current Mongols compare to Hule Khan? Wanyan Honglie believed they were stronger—after all, Hule had never unified the steppes, but they had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, judging from the Mongols’ performance against the Western Xia, their strength was terrifyingly immense; though the Western Xia was a small nation of only three million people, every citizen was a soldier, fielding an army of fifty thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Western Xia’s martial spirit was famed throughout the world. Though small in territory, its people’s bravery and tenacity made even great nations dare not underestimate them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the Great Jin first destroyed the Liao, it accepted the Western Xia’s surrender to eliminate them—but this very nation fell to the Mongols in three months, its capital captured. What other nation in this age could achieve such a feat?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The former Liao could not. Neither could the Song, past or present. Could the Great Jin, at its zenith, have done it? Wanyan Honglie believed even it could not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Wanyan Honglie realized he needed someone who had fought these people and knew the steppes well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as if fate had heard him—just as he thought of it, the solution appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For instance, Temujin, who, after being crushed by Nie Huaishang’s 107 rocket artillery, reorganized his shattered troops and defected to the Jin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Temujin, reassembling those scattered forces was an immense task. Under the bombardment of enemy artillery, the Western Xia soldiers’ former courage and fighting spirit seemed crushed and scattered into the choking smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, it was not only the Western Xia soldiers who had lost their courage and will—those generals who had fought alongside Temujin shared the same despair. They had endured countless defeats; each failure weighed like a heavy chain, slowly grinding down their resolve. Their enemy was powerful and cautious, offering no respite, and periodically unveiled shocking cards—as if mocking and crushing them without mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chahe Tai, the once-fierce general who had fought bravely on countless battlefields, now sat on the ground, tears streaming uncontrollably. He, the man who had wielded his saber even when bleeding from a hundred wounds without uttering a cry, was now shattered by relentless defeat, his tears falling like broken beads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pounded the earth with his fists, venting his pain and indignation. His shoulders trembled, as if speaking of hidden hardships and failures. This once-unstoppable general now wept like a helpless child, powerless against the flood of tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air around him seemed frozen; the others watched Chahe Tai in silence, their hearts mirroring his—by now, they were all hopeless. How could they possibly win against these people?\u003C\u002Fp>",1160,"2026-06-20T13:48:22.834Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3094c866d7e9e61a46b7606b58b5d098f1ea6ff3b82b443c999c454d2c01455a","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-122","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-120",205,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-cover.jpg"]