[{"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-160":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},2315210,4527,"Chapter 160","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-160",160,"\u003Cp>According to secret reports, the Jin have developed firearms—around two to three hundred of them. Though they’re the most basic matchlock rifles, with a range of only one or two hundred paces, Temujin has already devised a three-stage firing formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xiaofan read aloud the characters slowly appearing on the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It seems we must postpone our founding ceremony. With the Song’s wealth and skilled artisans, once they acquire this technology, they’ll produce countless firearms—this is an undeniable threat. And with Temujin as their brilliant commander, we cannot afford them a single moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Jing’s resolute tone left the other three exchanging uneasy glances. How to put it? No wonder he was the one who wanted to gang up on Li Mochou with Huang Yaoshi. The Southern Song barely has two hundred matchlocks and hasn’t even started production yet, and you’re already planning to wipe them out—but you’ve got a million Type 56s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the others’ expressions, Guo Jing paused, then said: “It’s indeed unwise. If they’ve acquired the technology to produce firearms, then the Jin remnants must have production lines in the northeast. Xiao Fan, take thirty thousand men north and crush the Wanyan’s Huanglong Mansion—leave nothing standing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll lead the cavalry units straight toward Bianliang. The infantry must follow at maximum speed to prevent the Song from sending reinforcements.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without delay, he scribbled battle orders on the letter and stormed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Guo Jing urgently mobilized five cavalry divisions and charged toward Bianliang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? You say the Revolutionary Army is coming? When?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Temujin turned pale. He couldn’t understand why Guo Jing moved so fast—wasn’t he preparing his founding ceremony in Zhongdu? How could he arrive so soon?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he postponed the ceremony, he still came personally to destroy me. Does he really believe he can ally with the Song and stand against us?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do we do, Lord Temujin? Bianliang has many large ships, but the artisans and supplies the Song promised us are still being gathered. Shouldn’t we hold out here until we receive their aid and then return to Jin?” Wanyan Gang asked anxiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We can’t wait any longer. Time is running out. You’ve never fought the Revolutionary Army. Even if they’ve sent only cavalry—unskilled at sieges—we won’t last until the Song delivers supplies or artisans. We may all die here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Temujin learned Guo Jing had arrived with four cavalry divisions, he couldn’t help recalling the battle where Guo Jing had crushed his Qiyin tribe with forty thousand cavalry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That battle was his lifelong nightmare. With his current strength, no matter how he calculated, victory was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, that battle on the steppe involved raw recruits. These four divisions now are veterans—better equipped, far more experienced. Most importantly, he had a premonition: Guo Jing was likely even stronger now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So fleeing was the only sensible choice. Temujin had already abandoned any plan to remain in the east—he intended to take his men and supplies westward, seeking fortune. He only hoped the west had no Revolutionary Army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes he wondered if he was simply incompetent—why, since commanding troops, had he won only once, against the Tatar?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he thought deeper, wasn’t every crushing defeat he’d suffered inflicted by the Revolutionary Army? He was the only one who’d fought them from start to finish and still lived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His best friend Jamuqa was blown to pieces by the Revolutionary Army in their first battle. His adoptive father Wang Han was defeated, publicly denounced, then executed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the Great Jin—if he hadn’t come, they’d have been crushed by Zhang Chu’an before even facing the Revolutionary Army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My military strength can’t be weak, right? It’s just that those people are too terrifying, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Guo Jing arrived swiftly, the local artisans had already assembled. They effortlessly extorted three million taels of silver from the local gentry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn’t help marveling: no wonder this was the former capital of the Song. Even after decades of abandonment, it could still yield such vast silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why had these notoriously stingy gentry suddenly opened their purses? Because the refugees fleeing from the north had terrified them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even gentry with spotless reputations and no legal offenses were forced to surrender all land and comply with land reform. For wealthy, cruel landlords, the only fate was public denunciation and execution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To force them to give up the family wealth accumulated over ten generations—to hand it to beggars—was no different from demanding their lives. And if they were caught killing beggars, they’d be shot on the spot. Which landlord hadn’t killed a few peasants? Must nearly all of them die to atone? Is this any way to uphold hierarchy and class?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the Revolutionary Army wouldn’t let them live, they’d make sure the Army didn’t live well either. So when the Jin requested funds to forge firearms against the Revolutionaries, they donated generously—money, men, everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, they’d seen the matchlock’s power. If they built more, they could make the Revolutionary Army suffer. More importantly, the men they sent were to learn how to forge firearms and train new troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When these men returned, they’d help build firearms and train elite village militias.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they never imagined these barbarians, after taking their money and men, immediately boarded ships and fled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These scholarly families, steeped in Confucian texts, masters of human manipulation—still, they’d been deceived. Deceived by barbarians, the very people they despised as intellectually inferior. Was there any greater humiliation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where was the simplicity you nomads were supposed to have?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they learned Temujin was fleeing, the barbarians had already boarded. By the time the gentry arrived at the harbor with their village militias, they could barely make out a few faint black dots on the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! You can’t abandon us!” The eldest gentry collapsed to the ground, wailing. He’d paid forty thousand taels to resist the Revolutionary Army—forty thousand taels!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing his cry, the other gentry began weeping too—not just over the stolen money, but over the terror of the Revolutionary Army’s arrival. The refugees from the north said the Revolutionaries killed even their servants. The gentry would be paraded, denounced, then executed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truly, since the founding of the Great Song, no one had ever treated gentry so disgracefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if a gentry committed the gravest crimes, he was never sentenced to death. Who could have imagined a force that would slaughter them like dogs?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What can we do now?” the eldest gentry sobbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Liu family had always been scholars. Since the founding of the Song, they’d produced generations of jinshi. Every official had treated them with respect. Even during the Jingkang era, when the Jin invaded southward, though their status declined, the Jin’s chaotic tax system allowed their wealth to swell beyond measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their land had multiplied beyond count. By his generation, he’d become the largest landlord near Bianliang. Now, to think the Revolutionary Army would seize all his wealth and land—and kill his entire family—made him want to collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>",1161,"2026-06-20T13:48:22.834Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3987e7bd27f16aed0eae3c42ec4667c361c65b0a5682a5e6f57ae3bb64a01442","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-161","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-159",205,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-cover.jpg"]