[{"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-88":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},2315138,4527,"Chapter 88: The Psychological Warfare","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-88",88,"\u003Cp>In 1196, the Jin chancellor Wanyan Xiang led his troops to attack the Tatar tribe; upon hearing this news, Temujin was overjoyed and immediately allied with his foster father Wang Han to launch an assault on the Tatars, who, having already been crushed by the Jin army, were no match for Temujin and his forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Temujin breached the Tatar fortress at the Wuliya River, captured their chieftain, and seized all their carts, horses, and grain supplies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Jin chancellor Wanyan Xiang was delighted and specially invited Temujin and Wang Han to join his army to receive rewards; Temujin and Wang Han went without hesitation, but after arriving at the banquet, they noticed a man dressed in Tatar attire seated among the guests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing their confusion, Wanyan Xiang warmly introduced him: “Come, come—I’d like to introduce you both to this man, the chieftain of the Buluhui Tatars. Thanks to his timely defection and his revelation of the Tatars’ marching routes, our Jin army secured victory with far less loss than expected.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing Wanyan Xiang’s words, Wang Han and Temujin internally sneered—this man was truly shameless, betraying his own kin to curry favor with the Jin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet despite their contempt, they maintained outward courtesy; Wang Han politely addressed Nie Huaishang: “Young brother, to become a tribal chieftain at such a young age—truly impressive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Temujin, equally warm, could not help but remark: “If the Tatar chieftains had been as sensible as you, today we would not be facing each other on the battlefield.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nie Huaishang fanned himself modestly: “Is that so? Good—Chancellor Wanyan will also bestow upon me a royal title here, appointing me to govern all Tatar tribes. From now on, our Tatars and your Mongols shall jointly serve the Great Jin. We must live in peace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing Nie Huaishang’s words, Temujin coldly replied: “If your tribe is willing to hand over the former chieftain, Zhanlinhebu, then the hatred between the Mongols and the Tatars will pass like a breeze across the steppe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Moreover, he not only murdered my father and grandfather, but is also an enemy of the Great Jin—do the Tatars intend to shelter the Great Jin’s enemy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nie Huaishang pondered a moment, then said: “But Zhanlinhebu did serve the Great Jin well. Recall how your grandfather Ambaqai defied the Jin, and it was the Tatars who delivered him to them; later, when your father Yesugei resisted the Jin, it was Zhanlinhebu who poisoned him, eliminating a major threat to the Jin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Wang Han turned pale with alarm—how could this Buluhui chieftain speak so recklessly? Long ago, Temujin’s uncle Ambaqai Khan, seeking to ease tensions with the Tatars, had taken his daughter and the eldest son of Khabul Khan to the Tatars to arrange a marriage—only to be seized and handed over to the Jin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ambaqai Khan was nailed to a wooden donkey and executed; as he died, he glared fiercely at Emperor Xizong of Jin: “I have many sons and nephews—someone among them will surely exact terrible vengeance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To avenge Ambaqai, Temujin’s father Yesugei launched a campaign against the Tatars, killing their chieftain Temujin Uge; but while passing through a Tatar encampment, he drank their wine and was poisoned to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon Yesugei’s death, his uncle rebelled, driving Temujin’s family into exile; worse, they now faced relentless pursuit from Yesugei’s enemies. Temujin was captured multiple times; once, his bride was seized and bore him a son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Han terms, Temujin’s blood feud with the Han was already deep as the sea; had it been his son Sangun, such provocation would have triggered an immediate sword duel to the death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Temujin showed no rage—not even a trace of anger. He merely said calmly: “My ancestors and father betrayed the Great Jin, so they received their due punishment. But Zhanlinhebu betrayed the Jin, causing the deaths of countless Jin soldiers. To spare him execution would dishonor those fallen warriors.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, Temujin turned his gaze to Wanyan Xiang, who sat upon the main seat, watching the exchange between Nie Huaishang and Temujin with keen interest—the deeper their conflict, the fiercer their clash, the better for the Great Jin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Xiang cleared his throat several times and said: “Huaishang, Temujin speaks truthfully. To spare Zhanlinhebu would indeed be unjust to the fallen soldiers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nie Huaishang’s expression darkened; he sighed helplessly: “If handing over these tribal chieftains ensures the survival of the Tatars, then every chieftain ought to be willing to sacrifice himself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excellent! Your insight justifies my petition to the Emperor to grant you a royal title and command over the Tatars,” Wanyan Xiang said, pleased, clapping Nie Huaishang on the shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Temujin, meanwhile, gazed calmly at Nie Huaishang—he had intended to sever all ties between the Tatars and the Jin, so that later, when his strength grew, he and his foster father Wang Han could destroy the Tatars together. Now, that plan was utterly ruined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he recalled that the Buluhui tribe was merely one among many Tatar tribes, weak in power, and the Jin would offer it little aid—how, then, could he deliver the other tribal chieftains to the Jin?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, the Tatar encampment was plunged into panic. These past days had been their darkest: first, their longtime ally, the Jin, inexplicably sent a massive army against them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After being crushed by the Jin, they fled—only to be ambushed by Temujin and Wang Han; their chieftain was killed, and vast herds of livestock were seized by Temujin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now their strength was shattered; to the east they had angered the Jin, to the west Temujin bore a blood feud with them. Worse still, the dying words of Ambaqai echoed in every mind: “Even if you wear out the nails of your five fingers from drawing bows, even if you grind away all ten fingertips, you must swear vengeance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if your five fingernails are worn to stumps from drawing bows, even if your ten fingertips are ground to bone, you must swear vengeance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more terrifying was the growing rumor that Yesugei, on his deathbed, had told Temujin: “Kill every Tatar taller than a cartwheel.” The saying spread rapidly through the tribe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear gripped the people; no one knew how to resolve the crisis—until each Tatar noble received a letter: the chieftain and shaman of Buluhui had been granted a royal title and appointed ruler of all Tatar tribes, and Jin markets would remain open to the Tatars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the price, Nie Huaishang must hand over all tribal chieftains to the Jin as reparation. Almost everyone who read the letter burned it immediately, terrified the chieftains would discover they had seen it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the chieftains knew their own tribes well; that same day, they summoned all nobles for questioning. Finding no one had received the letter, they replaced the nobles’ guards and ordered soldiers to execute several herdsmen spreading the rumor, displaying their severed heads on poles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the heads hanging from the poles, those under guard thought inwardly: “Today it was the herdsmen on the pole—tomorrow will it be us? If we go on like this, we’ll be killed either by our paranoid chieftains or by Temujin. Better to rebel now and hand our chieftains over to the Buluhui leader.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day, Guo Jing and Nie Huaishang received countless letters of surrender; the two exchanged glances and smiled—psychological warfare had succeeded. It was time to swallow the Tatar tribes whole.\u003C\u002Fp>",1236,"2026-06-20T13:48:22.834Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","cb2ab2e2c71972bbcfe0a89928be5be26a37e7eaae44f9b02985642755a702aa","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-89","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-87",205,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-cover.jpg"]