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“Qi Refiners as infantry, nuclear bombs as artillery operators, rocket vehicles loaded with missiles—let show you what real infantry-artillery coordination is! Precision down to the second, the barrage advancing, even the ground is burning hot!!”
“Damn it, shout! Shout again!!”
Alright.
They got angry.
A group of people silently sulked, not daring to speak.
Ordinary people are the foundation.
Places like Hetu and Annan—you can afford to ignore ordinary people there, but not Tai Island or Wei Gao.
Behind them stands the White Eagle nation, which is also non-negotiable.
Great Han certainly wouldn’t allow it.
It was agreed that the matter of Qi Refiners would be handled by the Qi Refiners themselves.
If that’s the case, then let it be decided.
Just like that, every nation finalized their designated gateway cities.
On the way back, Lu Ding looked over these materials.
Silently, he thought to himself.
Since these gateway cities have been set, they’ll probably be used. When that ti cos, they’ll be the entrance to the at grinder.
The battlefield outside Wu City is cruel, but not desperate enough to burn all bridges.
These gateway cities are backed by their own hotowns, so fighting there will be a matter of life and death.
Whether it’s Great Han itself or other nations, it’s the sa.
Thinking of this, a faint sense of anticipation stirred in Lu Ding’s heart.
Although war is brutal, peace cannot be won without war.
And war often brings opportunities.
Take Fu Yun as an example on an individual level.
On a family level, take the Wax Corpse-specializing Di family.
For factions like the Di family, who follow so unconventional paths, encountering war accelerates their developnt beyond imagination.
Great Han has quite a few factions like the Di family.
But all are suppressed by 749.
Now that the war is about to break out, those materials once incredibly expensive and harvested from humans beco practically free on the battlefield.
Things like skin, flesh, bones, blood, sinew.
Moreover, the Qi Refiners who can go to the battlefield are far from weak.
The materials derived from their bodies naturally are of the highest quality, the kind money can’t buy.
Lu Ding suddenly smiled.
In his mind, he imagined those repressed heretical sects reopening their mountain gates upon hearing the news.
With chilling winds and ghostly mists, they’d shout righteous words filled with murderous aura: “We must also contribute to the country!!!!”
Then they’d rush to register with 749, grab their identity cards, and charge straight to the frontlines.
At that ti, each of these people would be crazier than the last.
Wondering why?
Because everyone knows this will be the first unified Qi Refiner World War, but no one knows if it will be the last.
The last ti sothing like this happened was when this land shed its feudal imperial system.
Back then, they fought within their own countries, and Great Han had to suppress them.
Now, Great Han no longer suppresses but looks outward.
A once-in-a-millennium opportunity.
Miss this village, and there won’t be this store.
Gotta grab as much as possible for future use, just in case.
The ones ntioned earlier are more on the external, practicing heretical Qi Refiners.
Then there are those who exploit others, like raising zombies, unleashing rampaging beasts, or taming demons.
These are all extrely vicious existences.
The unforgivable ones have already been cleaned out by 749.
But a batch remains, not severe in nature, though they practice these thods, they themselves are law-abiding Qi Refiners.
They won’t miss such a legitimate opportunity to grow.
Just as Lu Ding was thinking this, sowhere in a village.
An elderly man with white hair ran swiftly down a village path, desperately banging a copper gong in his hand!
Banging and shouting: “Villagers!! Wake up!! Bring out all your tools, clean them, and rededicate them! Our village party secretary brought news—Great Han is going to war with foreign nations, and our secret skills can finally be used again!!”
“This ti, no restraint, give it your all against the enemy!!!”
Sowhere in a temple.
Monks were stopping their usually kind-hearted abbot.
“Abbot, please calm down! Don’t smash it, don’t smash it, that’s our Buddha statue!!!”
The abbot lifted a large hamr: “Go away, all of you, get out of my way! The previous situation didn’t allow this, so it was sealed with mud.”
A disciple asked: “What’s going on?”
The old abbot told him: “The 749 docunts and notifications!
Today, I received news from above—war is about to begin, so the temple’s traditions can be unsealed. I’ve waited so long;
don’t stop .”
“Today, you will witness the true form of Buddha.”
As he spoke, the abbot jumped up with the hamr and struck with a mighty blow like splitting Mount Hua.
The mud seal on the Buddha statue shattered.
Revealing the true form inside—a Buddha made of white bones.
The old abbot laughed heartily: “Observing all beings’ white bones, my Buddha finally sees the light of day again. Thanks to the leadership, thanks to Great Han, thanks to 749, thanks to those dood short people from Tai Island and the bastards of Wei Gao, hahahahahaha...”
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Then looking at a desolate mountain Taoist temple, chaos reigned.
Voices rose everywhere.
“Waaah, senior brother, our good days have finally arrived. Too bad master can’t see this.”
“Crying, crying, just crying, your tears used up all our good fortune. Go, go, quickly bring out the tied-up cows, chickens, and pigs.”
“Third junior brother, hurry to the back mountain and drive the monkey troop over.”
“Fourth junior brother, stop dawdling here. Go to the cave, quickly bring out the jars sealed inside.”
“Ah! Little junior sister, don’t block my way, you’re in the way. Go grab a hoe and co dig up master’s grave with .”
Following his words, they led a skinny old yellow ox out of the cattle shed, which instantly transford into a tens-of-ters-tall ox demon, nostrils steaming white vapor, still emaciated with visible ribs.
A skinny big black pig erged from its pen and imdiately turned into a ferocious wild boar capable of smashing hills, though still thin.
A scraggly molting chicken transford into a huge bird that spread its wings to block the sky, extrely fierce but featherless and malnourished.
The monkeys were mountain baboons co to life, and the jars contained groups of rampaging soldiers.
Scenes like these had been playing out across Great Han for several days.
There was an earlier chance before.
They missed it, hesitating or not united.
Now, when the opportunity reappears before them,
They just want to say one thing!
“We can love our country too!!!”
Rehabilitation, landing, national support, priority care, registered, resource bias!
Which heretical faction could resist such temptation?
As for those righteous factions,
So have prospered by benefiting from dividends.
Others have been law-abiding or indifferent to worldly affairs.
Many others are still watching.
But seeing these heretical sects and leftist factions going so crazy,
They dare not fall behind.
If they don’t act now, how will they divide resources later? How will rewards be distributed?
Great Han has never shortchanged its ritorious officials.
Damn it, forget it, let’s join the fray, get involved!!!
Show them a rit that will last through the ages!!!!
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