[{"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-141":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},2315191,4527,"Chapter 141: Death Does Not Belong to Us","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-141",141,"\u003Cp>While chatting with Guo Jing in the group, Zhang Chu’an was in a village that had just been massacred—they had arrived too late; everyone in the village had been killed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To a war involving hundreds of thousands and determining the future of this land, a single village was insignificant; wars always claimed lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>War always brought massacre, looting, and rape; strike at the landlord class’s interests, and they would retaliate without mercy—he knew all this, had prepared himself mentally—but why, seeing this village slaughtered, did he still want to cry?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t this common in this era? Weren’t people dying every moment? Landlords beat tenants to death for failing to pay rent; bandits descending from the mountains killed, looted, and raped women—he had seen all these things before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chu’an, you’re leading this land to overthrow the mountain of feudal oppression—don’t you know how heavy your responsibility is? A single village is trivial; why didn’t you feel sorrow before?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you want to cry, cry out loud—don’t hold it in. I want to cry too, but if you don’t, I can’t bring myself to. I’ve ordered my personal guards to seal off the perimeter—no one will know we’re crying together.” As Zhang Xiaofan spoke, his eyes turned red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They killed them all—not a single soul left. They didn’t spare children who couldn’t walk, nor even those still in their mothers’ wombs. Those people were ruthless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chu’an wept for a while, his voice trembling, pointing to a pregnant woman—her belly had been ripped open, her child cut in half and laid before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could they do this? How could they speak of sages’ teachings while committing beastly acts? They don’t see people as people—why don’t they think that if they hadn’t driven the people to despair, why would the people rise in rebellion?” Coming here, he realized his past sufferings meant nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was too young—he hadn’t yet understood true shamelessness. Now someone had shown him: why was the world so cruel to the poor?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if the suffering of the poor was their due: martial artists killed for amusement when in bad moods; landlords slapped their tenants’ faces while demanding grain and forcing them to kneel and thank them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aren’t they all born of parents, raised by parents? Do they deserve to be killed just because you’re in a bad mood? Do they deserve to be treated like dogs? Do they deserve to give their lives for your grand ambitions, only to hear you say they died honorably?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There are people who demand others kneel and bow to prove their status—if you don’t kneel, they send their henchmen to beat you; if you still don’t kneel, they raise rents; if you still don’t kneel, they drive you to starvation—even after you kneel, bow, and beg, they still won’t let you live.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chu’an recalled his past—he too had been beaten, had knelt, had bowed his head to survive—but those who refused to let him live never spared him because he knelt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since they refuse to spare us no matter what, then we won’t kneel.” Zhang Chu’an stood up and pulled Zhang Xiaofan, striding out— he would make those who knelt to survive rise up; to live, they must take up arms and kill those who forced them to kneel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chu’an would wash away these crimes with their blood. Outside the village, a group of commanders had gathered—they all knew what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Comrade Executive, these reactionaries aren’t human—how could they kill a child still in the womb?” The commander nearly shouted these words; the hardened soldier who never winced at battlefield wounds now wept uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chu’an patted his shoulder and comforted him: “If you want to cry, cry your heart out. Afterward, we keep fighting. Comrades, you’ve all seen how these people treat us—do you think our demand to rise and live is too much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This world has always been this way—the ruling class can oppress the people however they please, trampling them underfoot—but has it always been right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If we surrender, what becomes of the warriors who fought and died so we could rise? Now we’re surrounded; the flames of counter-revolution burn from end to end—all funded by the landlord class. This isn’t a Jin civil war—it’s a war between landlord and proletariat. All these offensives—north, south, east—are one unified war.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re attacking our People’s Government; these reactionaries have torn open massive wounds in us—we’re bleeding, starving, and in our darkest hour—but comrades, we must hold our posts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Comrades, remember—we have only one path: victory. There is another path: death. But death does not belong to the proletariat.” This insight, which should have emerged in the early twentieth century, had been adapted in time—and it set the commanders ablaze with passion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the gloom lifted, they had only one thought: fight these reactionaries to the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Learning the Revolutionary Army would engage them in a decisive battle, all Jin troops rejoiced—this prolonged guerrilla strategy had truly disgusted them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their soldiers knew the enemy’s tactics well—it wasn’t hard to understand—but sometimes the most unbearable thing was when the enemy openly revealed their methods, and you still couldn’t counter them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the enemy attacks, we retreat; when they halt, we harass; when they grow careless, we strike; when they retreat, we pursue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Jin army struggled, the local gentry supplying grain proposed a solution: the Revolutionary Army gained real-time intelligence because of local civilian support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These people constantly passed information to the Revolutionaries; to break the guerrilla strategy, they must exterminate all civilians in the base areas—the killing must be brutal, only horrific deaths could terrify the other peasants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, the Jin generals were stunned—they never imagined these scholarly men, steeped in ritual and morality, were even more ruthless than those who had lived by the sword since childhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True to form, before their scorched-earth policy had been implemented for a month, the Revolutionary Army emerged eagerly from the mountains and forests to confront them head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahahaha! The cowardly Revolutionaries finally dared to face us in open battle!” Wanyan Xili, commander of the Western Capital reinforcements, sighed in relief—otherwise, their troops would be worn down without ever seeing the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But we must be cautious. My soldiers say their firearms are devastating—many have suffered losses.” Wanyan Jinshu, commander of the Jingzhao reinforcements, warned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We Jin also have firearms—I’ve ordered our craftsmen to produce them at full capacity. Most importantly, since the Revolutionaries will commit all their forces to this decisive battle, the siege on Zhongdu must weaken.” Wanyan Du, commander of the Hedong North Road, paused, then declared firmly to all in the tent: “This battle is vital to our Jin—we must win, and we cannot lose.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.” All officers in the tent stood solemn.\u003C\u002Fp>",1132,"2026-06-20T13:48:22.834Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6c8c9110870b897114d2875cc8e730af7ead31073e5708ff686de03341f2a87d","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-142","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-140",205,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-cover.jpg"]