The Three Teachings Converge into One: The Path of the Mortal and the Saintly is the Same

Poetry:

Black wings swept across the desert city, and arrogant soldiers were routed, their path blocked by the mountain pass.

Who would have thought that ordinary ink stains could break through a thousand-gold thunderbolts?

Speaking of Su Qingxuan,

Snatching food from the devil's mouth, transforming a million seas of hatred into the foundation of the Dao;

The sacred heart forges an imprint, suppressing the demonic abyss that has existed for a thousand years before it even sprouts.

Su Qingxuan was on the rooftop of the Holy Flame City Medical Clinic.

Seven days have passed since that thrilling "battle for food".

Over these seven days, the battle situation in the Western Desert Sea underwent subtle changes.

The allied forces of the Eagle-Slay Federation Empire and the Canaan City-States

In the early stages of the war, relying on overwhelming magical artifacts and the superiority of the Xuanjia Army,

They advanced two hundred li in three days, capturing seven cities in succession, their arrogance reaching its peak.

They believed that Operation Severance had successfully killed Rahim, the High Priest of Anshi.

The Anguo magic array will inevitably be paralyzed, and the will to resist will surely crumble.

This is the "Iron Law of Xuanjia War" that they summarized from dozens of previous local campaigns.

But this time, the ironclad rule failed.

As the war entered its second week, the Allied advance slowed significantly.

In the third week, strategic locations such as Kakhburg, Savoy, and Bandar Abbas were visited.

They encountered unprecedented and fierce resistance.

It is not a positional war fought by a regular army, but a harassment war, a stealth war, and an asymmetric battle in which the entire population is mobilized.

By the fourth week, the battle had reached a stalemate.

In the Allied Forces' command tent, General Raymond Austin, commander of the Eagle Empire's Eastern Expedition,

He stared at the Xuan Guang sand table, his brows furrowed into a knot.

On the sand table, the blue aura representing the coalition-controlled area...

Like octopus tentacles, they extend from the coastal spiritual veins inland.

However, in the hilly area only 150 miles from Holy Flame City,

The tentacles were forcibly severed.

That place is the northwestern gateway to the Kingdom of Anxi—the Gale Pass.

"General, the air cavalry assault battalion has suffered another defeat."

The strategist's voice was dry.

"The Anxi people dug hundreds of tunnels into the mountains on both sides of the pass to construct fortifications."

Our flying boat and cannon advantages cannot be utilized.

Every time the ground-based Xuanjia Army launched a strong attack, they were met with swarms of talisman-controlled wooden kites and bees for harassment.

"Ambush with a broken talisman, and... a decoy target painted with oil paint."

"A fake target painted with oil paint?" Raymond looked up, his eyes bloodshot.

"Yes." The strategist pulled up the image transmitted from the front lines via a recording stone.

"This is a view taken by a reconnaissance kite."

As you can see, the aerial outlines of twelve black iron flying kites are drawn on this flat ground.

The paint job, shading, and details are all incredibly realistic; from the air, it looks exactly like the real thing.

We launched twenty-four "Mount-Breaking Thunder Bombs".

It cost 4.8 million taels of silver—and left a mess of paint everywhere.

The command tent was deathly silent.

Another advisor added, "That's not all, General."

Over the past week, we've been consumed by similar false goals:

The outlines of eight "Mystic Light Anti-Air Arrays" consumed sixty-four of our air patrol talisman bullets;

The outlines of five Xuanjia Beasts clustered together consumed forty 'Burning Earth Talismans';

They even... arranged black stones in the desert to resemble the deck of a floating ship.

One of our deep-sea submersibles launched two "wave-breaking torpedoes."

"Ridiculous!" Raymond slammed his fist on the table.

"Are our intelligence division just sitting around doing nothing? They can't even tell the difference between real and fake targets?"

"General, this cannot be entirely blamed on the Investigation Division."

The intelligence chief explained, forcing himself to be brave, "The Anshi have adopted a completely new camouflage technique."

They used low-cost civilian wooden kites to fly at low altitudes at night.

The airborne imaging symbol indicated a spiritual source—because they had lit a charcoal brazier under the decoy.

The Thunderbird Reflector is made from sheet metal and silver foil and can mimic the aura of a flying kite.

By the time we locked onto and launched our explosive bombs, their wooden kites would have already fled, and their charcoal braziers would have burned out…

"What about the cost?" Raymond asked with a grim face.

Based on the seized supplies, the estimated cost of paint for a fake kite outline is approximately [amount missing].

Fifty silver,

The iron frame costs two hundred taels of silver, and the charcoal brazier costs thirty taels of silver, totaling less than three hundred taels of silver.

The cost of one of our "Mountain-Breaking Thunder Bombs" is 200,000 silver coins.

The exchange ratio is... 1:666.

1: 666.

This number sent chills down the spines of all the officers in the command tent.

Conquest is about resources, logistics, and consumption.

No matter how wealthy the Eagle Empire is, it cannot withstand such a terrifying exchange ratio.

What's even more frightening is that this was not accidental, but a systematic tactic.

"There's something even more outrageous." The operations commander pulled up another photo.

Yesterday, the Anshi people used twenty civilian wooden kites—

It's one of those wooden aerial photography kites that sell for a thousand taels of silver each in the market—

After being modified and armed with explosives, they attacked our supply convoy at the front lines.

We deployed the "Mysterious Rain Array" close-range defense system to intercept, firing 450 Mysterious Iron Bullets per second.

Each bullet costs 80,000 taels of silver.

The value of the ammunition used in a single interception is enough to buy them two thousand wooden kites.

Raymond closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

He recalled the boastful words of the civil officials in the Imperial Cabinet before the outbreak of war:

"This is a conquest using a lower-dimensional attack; we will use high-level mystic artifacts."

Let the enemy return to the barbaric era.

Now, the enemy is indeed using the wisdom of the "primitive era" to fight against their advanced mystical arts.

Moreover, it's very effective.

"General, news has arrived from back home." A civilian official hurried in, lowering his voice.

"The Warfare Council held a closed-door meeting this morning to question the expenditures of the campaign."

Four weeks into the war, military spending has exceeded 30 billion taels of silver.

The Armory Alliance... is under a lot of pressure.

Raymond certainly understood what "a lot of pressure" meant.

On the surface, this war was about eradicating heretical cultivators and spreading the orthodox teachings of Taoism.

In reality, it's a feast for arms dealers, mining conglomerates, and phantom capital.

But now, the feast has become a bottomless pit.

If the war cannot be resolved quickly, if it cannot be controlled as soon as possible,

Ancy's Spirit Crystal Mine and Spirit Transport Route

If billions of silver are still being poured into it every day...

Those capitalists will not hesitate to abandon him and the current cabinet.

"What's the attitude from Canaan City?" Raymond asked.

"Even worse." The staff officer smiled wryly. "Canaan has a small population and is less able to withstand damage."

Over the past four weeks, they have lost 237 men.

This number is acceptable for Eagle, but for the city-state of Canaan,

It was a momentous event.

The anti-war protests in the city have been ongoing for two weeks, and yesterday in Château de la Chambord, the number of protesters exceeded 100,000.

The Grand Chancellor's approval rating plummeted to 31%, prompting the Grand Chancellor to issue three statements in one day.

They demanded that we "deliver decisive results as soon as possible."

A decisive victory.

Raymond looked at the glaring red dot on the sand table—Holy Flame City.

As long as we capture the capital of Anxi and destroy its symbolic center of resistance,

Victory can then be declared in war.

Even if there is any sporadic resistance, it can be left to the vassal states to slowly wipe them out.

However, Holy Flame City is only 150 miles away, and those 150 miles are like an insurmountable chasm.

"General, there's another secret report..." The head of the intelligence service hesitated for a moment.

"Our insider in Holy Flame City reports that in the past week..."

The Ancy resistance's tactical style... has changed.

"It's changed?"

"It's become more...structured. It's not like the improvisational stuff it used to be."

It's more like a commander who has received professional military training is making overall arrangements.

Ambush location selection, firepower configuration, retreat route, and decoy deployment.

"They all exude a sense of..." The intelligence chief searched for the right words.

"The mystery and wisdom of the shareholder method."

Our military advisors, after analysis, believe that...

There may be external military strategists or cultivators providing guidance behind this.

"An external cultivator?" Raymond's eyes narrowed.

"Which faction? The Northern Rin Federation? Or...?"

"Unlike the Northern Rin Federation. The Northern Rin's tactics are wide-ranging and aggressive, with heavy explosive bombs covering the area."

"And now the Anshi people's fighting style..." The intelligence chief paused.

"It is closer to the ancient military strategy of the Eastern Divine Continent: to engage with the orthodox and to win with the unorthodox."

Use deception to weaken the enemy at the lowest possible cost.

Our East Asian Studies advisor, after reviewing the war examples, said...

This reminded him of "The Art of War" and "The Thirty-Six Stratagems."

Dong Shenzhou

These four words caused the temperature in the command tent to plummet.

Everyone knows that Dong Shenzhou is the largest buyer of spirit crystal mines in the Kingdom of Anshigu.

The "Lingyun Trade Route" is a key node connecting the western desert.

The Eastern Divine Continent would never sit idly by and watch Ying Sa completely control the Western Wilderness Desert.

But should we directly send military cultivators to participate in the war?

This is tantamount to tearing off all pretense of civility and is the prelude to full-scale confrontation.

Given China's consistently cautious approach to diplomatic relations, this is unlikely.

"Investigate," Raymond forced out the word through gritted teeth.

"Use all available contacts to find out exactly who came to Holy Flame City."

If they are from the Eastern Divine Continent... we must have solid evidence.

"yes!"

The strategists left in a hurry.

Raymond stood alone in front of the sand table, gazing at the red emblem of the capital.

I suddenly felt a pang of heart palpitation.

He recalled forty-three years ago when his father participated in the campaign in southern Xinjiang.

After returning home, he suffered from severe post-war syndrome and became an alcoholic for the rest of his life.

He eventually died from organ failure.

His father, holding his hand, said before he died:

"Son, remember, never underestimate those tribes that seem backward."

When they fight for survival, they can unleash a power that even the gods fear.

He didn't think much of it at the time.

Now, he understands a little...

Just as Raymond was overwhelmed with the war,

Thirty meters underground in Holy Flame City, in the highest wartime command center of the Anshi Kingdom.

A meeting is in progress.

Despite being called a "command center," it is actually an expanded underground spiritual vein tunnel.

A map of Xuan Guang hung on the wall, a dozen jade talisman machines flickered, and spirit crystal generators hummed.

The air had a unique scent, a mixture of mineral and sweat.

Seven people, all in their forties or fifties, were sitting around the long table.

He was wearing a training uniform without rank insignia, looking tired but with sharp eyes.

They were members of the "Wartime Supreme Council," hastily formed after the death of High Priest Rahim.

On the surface, they are independent of each other and each is responsible for a part, but in reality, there is an invisible core.

Seated at the head of the table was a bespectacled, refined-looking man named Hassan.

Before the war, he was a professor at Anshi National University of Science and Technology, specializing in magic array system engineering.

Right now, he's drawing a relationship diagram on the whiteboard:

"In the past week, we have shot down 47 enemy reconnaissance kites."

Nine Xuanjia chariots were destroyed, and 164 enemy talisman bullets were consumed.

"None of our own casualties."

Zero casualties.

This word made everyone in the room take a deep breath.

"Was the tactic provided by that 'Mr. Su'?" a middle-aged man with a scar on his face asked.

His name was Qasim, commander of the Guardian Angels Special Forces Battalion, known for his bravery and ferocity.

Initially, they scoffed at the so-called "foreign aid monks".

"Yes," Hassan nodded, "wooden kite decoy tactics, ground camouflage tactics,

The tunnel ambush tactic was all designed by Mr. Su.

He not only designed it, but also personally trained our "Special Forces" team.

Three hundred Xuanli cultivators recruited from various cultivation academies.

They were taught in three days how to modify civilian wooden kites.

How to calculate the trajectory of a detonating bomb and set up a decoy target, using the simplest materials?

Create the greatest battlefield deception.

Qasim remained silent.

A week ago, he strongly opposed sending a group of "student soldiers" to the battlefield, believing it would be suicide.

But reality slapped him hard in the face:

This "surprise unit" has achieved more victories in the past seven days than a regular army battalion.

All they paid was a few cheap wooden kites and some paint.

"Who exactly is Mr. Su?" another female committee member asked.

Her name is Leila. Before the war, she was a member of the council; now she's in charge of logistics and civilian affairs.

"I met him once, when he was treating the wounded at the hospital."

That demeanor... didn't seem like a soldier's, more like a scholar's.

But his understanding of conquest was deeper than any of ours.

Hassan adjusted his glasses but did not answer directly.

He recalled the "miracle" Su Qingxuan had performed on the rooftop of the clinic seven days prior.

If you talk to him privately.

At that time, the march of millions had just ended.

But the clarity and power that hatred transformed into permeated the air.

Su Qingxuan's face was pale, clearly indicating that he had exhausted himself, but his eyes remained clear and wise.

"Mr. Hassan, I know you have questions," Su Qingxuan said bluntly.

"I am not a soldier, but our civilization has survived wars far more brutal than this."

We spent tens of thousands of years compiling the wisdom of war into a book.

It's etched into our genes.

Now, I am willing to share this wisdom with you—

"I'm not fighting for you, I'm teaching you how to use wisdom to bridge the gap in your magical weapons."

Hassan then asked, "Why are you helping us?"

Su Qingxuan's answer left a lasting impression on him:

"Because you are defending the last vestige of dignity of an ancient civilization."

By helping you, I am also helping our civilization.

If today, an aggressor can wage war using lies,

To trample on civilization with violence without paying the price.

Then tomorrow, the same disaster will befall other civilizations.

This is not only a war for Ancy, but also a war between all ancient civilizations and tyranny.

At that moment, Hassan understood.

This seemingly gentle and refined young man possesses a will harder than steel flowing through his veins.

He wasn't showing sympathy; he was practicing a kind of morality that transcends national boundaries.

"There's no need to delve into Mr. Su's background," Hassan finally said.

"All we need to know is: First, he is not a spy sent by Eagle or Canaan—"

No spy will teach the enemy how to kill their own people more effectively.

Secondly, all his recommendations were evaluated by the committee's expert panel.

It is indeed feasible.

Third, and most importantly…

Hassan paused, his voice lowering:

"Before his sacrifice, the high priest left behind three encrypted instructions."

One section is about "foreign aid in dire straits".

The high priest said that if the war reached a dead end, a friend from an ancient civilization in the East would appear.

They bring us wisdom accumulated over tens of thousands of years.

He demanded that we trust this person unconditionally.

The room fell silent.

In the hearts of the Moran people, High Priest Rahim is a spiritual leader, a near-godlike figure.

The fact that he foresaw his own death and used it to set a trap is shocking enough.

And he even foresaw "foreign aid"...

"The High Priest... he knew this would happen?" Qasim's voice trembled.

"The High Priest knows many things," Hassan said, tears welling in his eyes.

He knew that the Eagles would definitely start a war, and that we couldn't win a conventional war.

We know that only by awakening the passion and wisdom of tens of millions of people can miracles be created.

So he chose to die, to ignite this fire with his death.

And Mr. Su... came to add fuel to the fire and to point the way.

The command center was silent except for the buzzing of the spirit crystal machine.

After a long while, Leila asked softly, "Where is Mr. Su now?"

We need to thank him in person and... discuss the next steps.

"He's in the 'Wisdom House,'" Hassan said, "training the third batch of special forces members."

In addition, he transmitted a large amount of battlefield information to his homeland through special channels.

He said it was important—to let the world see real war.

See how Eagle and Ganan slaughtered civilians.

The war of information is also part of the war.

In the western district of Holy Flame City, in the basement of a half-ruined library.

Hassan named this place "The House of Wisdom," and it was where Su Qingxuan trained his elite troops.

It's called training, but it's more like an ancient school.

There was no projector, no computer, just a blackboard.

Dozens of desks and chairs moved from the school.

At this moment, Su Qingxuan stood in front of the blackboard, drawing a diagram with chalk.

Sitting below were more than fifty young people, the youngest being sixteen and the oldest twenty-two.

There were men and women, with clear yet burning eyes.

They were all beginner-level cultivators of metaphysics at Anxi University, but their studies were interrupted after the outbreak of war.

Some family members died in air raids, some homes were destroyed, and everyone was burning with anger.

"Today we'll talk about the combined effect of terrain and psychology."

Su Qingxuan's voice was calm, as if he were giving a regular lecture on metaphysics.

"Modern warfare, especially asymmetric warfare, is not about competing in esoteric power, but about competing in cognition."

You need to let the enemy "see" what you want him to see.

"Believe" what you want him to believe.

He drew a valley on the blackboard: "For example, this windy pass,"

The terrain is treacherous, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The conventional tactic is to deploy a double-layered formation on both sides of the mountain peaks to block the attack from the front.

But if we fight like this, the enemy will bombard us with airships and bombard us with explosive shells, and in the end we still won't be able to hold out.

A boy wearing glasses raised his hand: "Teacher Su, how should we hit it?"

"Abandon the summit, abandon the frontal view." Su Qingxuan drew a circle at the entrance of the valley.

"Here, use decoy targets to lure the enemy's first air strike."

After they finished blowing up the debris and thought they had cleared the obstacles, the Xuanjia troops entered the valley—"

He then marked several points in the middle of the valley, "Here, we'll set up simple explosive traps in advance."

But it wasn't about blowing up the Xuanjia chariot; it was about blasting the mountainside to create a landslide, trapping the Xuanjia chariot in the valley.

"and then?"

"Then, on the sides of the mountain, not the mountaintop, dig shallow caves and deploy armor-piercing teams."

Why is it the mountainside and not the summit?

Because the enemy's firepower will definitely prioritize covering the mountaintop, while the mountainside will be a blind spot.

Once the armored vehicles are trapped, the armor-piercing team will launch an attack from the mountainside.

"Hit one car, move on to another, hit and run."

The students' eyes lit up.

"But that's not all." Su Qingxuan continued drawing.

"Use modified wooden kites to harass supply lines behind enemy lines."

Don't hang explosives on the wooden kite, hang leaflets instead.

Write in Eagle Saga and Canaanite, "Your elders are deceiving you."

"This war is for the Spirit Crystal mines and hegemony."

Think of your family.

Psychological warfare can sometimes be more effective than explosives.

"But the enemy has a Xuan Guang interference array that will interfere with the wooden kite's signal," a girl said worriedly.

"Therefore, don't use your mind to control things remotely, use a timer."

Su Qingxuan smiled, "Calculate the wind direction and speed in advance."

Let the wooden kite float by like a paper kite. It's cheaper and harder to intercept.

"Teacher Su, where did you learn these tactics from?" a student couldn't help but ask.

Su Qingxuan paused and looked out the window—through the ventilation hole in the basement, a sliver of sky could be seen.

"From my ancestors," he said softly.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, my ancestors faced powerful invaders..."

They used fire oxen formations, tunnel warfare, and feints to defend their homeland in dire straits.

Thirty thousand years ago, my ancestors used the Eight Trigrams Formation, the Borrowing Arrows with Straw Boats, and the Empty City Stratagem.

Winning a war from a disadvantaged position.

This wisdom is written in a book called "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu.

It was written in a book called "The Thirty-Six Stratagems".

It was written in a book called "Records of the Three Kingdoms".

Written in "Mysterious Military Strategies" and "A Hundred Battles' Miraculous Symbols"

Written in countless battles and tears…

Su Qingxuan turned back to look at the students: "Now, I will teach you this wisdom."

But remember, wisdom is a tool, not an end in itself. What is the purpose of war?

A thin boy stood up, his eyes red, and said, "Revenge! Revenge for my parents!"

"And then what?" Su Qingxuan asked.

The boy was stunned.

"Revenge is instinct, but a civilization cannot survive on instinct alone."

Su Qingxuan walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder.

If your parents were still alive, what would they most want you to do?

Tears streamed down the boy's face: "They hope I...get into the Xuanli Hall,"

Become a monk, build a nation.

"Yes." Su Qingxuan looked at everyone. "The ultimate goal of war is peace."

It's so that you can go to school with peace of mind, and so that the craftsmen can build bridges with peace of mind.

It allows farmers to cultivate the land with peace of mind, and mothers to soothe their children to sleep with peace of mind.

Therefore, we fight not to destroy, but to protect—

We will protect your right to ascend to the Xuanli Hall in the future, and we will protect your civilization from being erased.

Protect your descendants so they never have to go through what they are experiencing today.

The basement fell silent, save for the suppressed sobs.

Su Qingxuan walked to the blackboard and wrote eight seal characters:

"To stop war with war, to defend benevolence with force."

"This is the Eastern Divine Continent civilization's understanding of war," Su Qingxuan said.

"The use of force is to end violence; the defense of territory is to uphold righteousness."

Everything you do today

It was a war of national defense, a war of self-defense for civilization.

So hold your head high, and don't feel guilty.

You are warriors, but more importantly, guardians of civilization.

Applause rang out.

At first it was sporadic, then it came in droves.

These young people have experienced the destruction of their homes over the past month.

The despair of losing loved ones and having civilization insulted.

They took up arms, driven by both hatred and confusion.

How is our fighting style any different from those other people's?

Now, Su Qingxuan has given them the answer.

You are different; you are protecting.

After the training ended, the students left one by one to prepare for tonight's operation.

Su Qingxuan was tidying up the blackboard by himself when Chi Ying came out from the shadows and handed him a bottle of water.

"Young master, you've changed," Chi Ying said softly.

"Oh?"

"In the past, although you also helped people and saved lives, you always had a kind of... otherworldly feeling."

Like looking at human suffering from a cloud, compassionate, yet detached.

Chi Ying looked at him and said, "Now, you are completely 'worldly'."

You are teaching them to fight, you are participating in war, you are... shedding blood.

Su Qingxuan took a sip of water and smiled: "Yes, I've changed."

Because I've come to understand that a sage is not one who is untouched by the dust of the world, but one who blossoms amidst the dust.

If I only focus on my own cultivation and future ascension,

If I stand idly by and watch this human catastrophe unfold before me, what kind of path am I cultivating?

What saint did he become?

He looked towards the sliver of light shining through the ventilation hole:

"My master once said that the ultimate goal of unifying the three lineages is to 'harmonize with the world and blend in with the world.'"

I used to think I understood, that it meant hiding my talents and blending into the mundane world.

Now I truly understand—'Harmony with Light' is the radiance of wisdom;

"To be in the same world" is the suffering that comes with entering the mortal realm.

To enter the world with light, and to illuminate it—this is true spiritual practice.

Tears welled in Chi Ying's eyes: "I'll stay with you, young master."

"I know," Su Qingxuan smiled, "but right now, there are more important things to do."

Did you find what I asked you to check?

Chi Ying's expression turned serious, and she took out an encrypted jade talisman tablet from her bosom:

"Found it. Eagle's 'Duwen' airship fleet."

A batch of special explosives was received three days ago.

Our inside man risked his life to send back a photograph; it was the annihilation of the Xuanlei (a type of lightning bolt).

The equivalent is adjustable, with a minimum of 300 tons and a maximum of 50,000 tons.

Su Qingxuan's eyes sharpened.

"Do they really dare to use the Annihilation Thunder?"

"Originally, I dared not. But the war has dragged on for too long, and the pressure at home is too great."

The approval rating of the Grand Commander of the Eagle Empire has fallen below 40%.

The Armory Alliance and the Ghost Lobbying Group are exerting pressure.

Within the Eagle Squad, a group of fanatics advocated for "ending the war quickly using ultimate means."

Chi Ying pulled out another secret report, "What's even more troublesome is what's happening in Jianan."

Their Grand Chancellor said at the internal council meeting yesterday:

If conventional mystical arts are insufficient, we will not rule out using ultimate mystical arts.

This refers to their Jericho Rune Bullets, which can be equipped with Annihilation Thunder.

Su Qingxuan closed his eyes.

His worst fears have come true.

When those in power discover that conventional mystical arts are ineffective, when they are cornered by pressure from the court...

They might very well take a desperate gamble, resorting to forbidden and mysterious arts, capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.

This is a perfectly normal forward deduction.

"Young Master, what should we do?" Chi Ying asked.

"If the Annihilation Thunder is truly used, the entire Holy Flame City, with its millions of inhabitants..."

"No, it won't." Su Qingxuan opened her eyes, a resolute glint in them.

"I won't let that happen. But until then, we need to speed things up."

"Use all your wisdom to completely destroy their will to fight before they even unleash the Annihilation Thunder."

"How do I do it?"

Su Qingxuan walked to the table and unfolded a topographical map of the area surrounding Xuanmo City.

Pointing his finger to a spot: "Here, the Tarud Oasis."

The forward base of the 82nd Airborne Battalion of Eagle Scatter stores 30% of their explosives and spirit crystals.

If this place is destroyed, their offensive on the western front will be stalled for at least two weeks.

"But the place is heavily guarded, with anti-aircraft arrays and a large number of soldiers..."

"Therefore, we cannot attack head-on; we must outsmart them." A glint of wisdom flashed in Su Qingxuan's eyes.

Have you ever heard of the idiom "openly repair the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang pass"?

Chi Ying's eyes lit up.

It is:

A silent undercurrent of darkness presses upon Loulan, while a cunning plan secretly emerges before the fortress.

Stopping war is never about avoiding war; wielding weapons is only for protecting the world.