Chapter 514 Only Death
Zhang Wuji looked at the battlefield coldly, and at the same time matched the identities of the righteous masters who showed up one by one with the information in the database, calculating how many cards the opponent still had.

War costs money, intelligence, and exchange of pieces. Only by slowly accumulating advantages can victory be achieved. During this year, the Ming Dynasty and the Dajing Dynasty have infiltrated each other and mixed forces. At least their apparent strength has been roughly understood.

Zhang Wuji did not take Lu Ji's death to heart, or rather, he no longer cared about the life or death of any individual. As the central figure in the war and the person in charge of the overall situation, what he had to do was not micro-manipulations on the battlefield such as moving the position five meters to the left or the artillery battalion forward ten steps. These were the responsibilities of officers and generals at all levels.

Once the war breaks out, the battles will be fought in heaven and on earth, by mortals and immortals alike, and the situation will be ever-changing. In the end, the two battlefields may no longer be clearly distinguished and may even become a mess. It can only be summarized in one word: chaos.

What Zhang Wuji has to do at this stage is to calculate how many cards the enemy has played, and then exchange the cards in his hand one by one. In other words, he has to send the soldiers in his hand to the positions they should go, and then leave life and death to fate. Due to the high combat power and strange magic weapons of the immortals, to be honest, he is just gambling, letting the talents under his command die, and then seek survival in the dead end and open up the situation little by little.

On the battlefield, life and death are not in the hands of man. All Zhang Wuji can do is to make his soldiers die meaningfully, live more smoothly, avoid meaningless deaths, and die for the sake of death.

This was also the resolution he proposed early on at the mobilization meeting when the war started, and he had solicited opinions from all parties. Of course, he could select a group of top masters, fight them one by one, and decide the winner, just like the battle between good and evil for thousands of years. No matter which side wins, it will not affect the mortals.

But after thinking it over, he gave up this decision, only because he wanted to create a new world and establish a Humane Dynasty. A Humane Dynasty must be centered on people. This people includes not only monks, but also a large number of mortals. If the winner is determined by the monks' fighting method, even if the Humane Dynasty is established, it is just a name changed. What is the difference from the corrupt dynasties of previous dynasties?

Only by gathering the strength of the entire Ming Dynasty, bringing life back to life through death, and refining people through blood, can the Ming Dynasty be reborn from the ashes and achieve a situation where humanity flourishes.

In the rear, huge mirrors unfolded, showing every scene of fighting on the battlefield, nakedly displaying the cruelty of the battlefield and the flying blood and flesh in front of the people of the Ming Dynasty.

Why did Lu Ji keep chattering before his death? One reason was that he wanted to die to make his will clear and let the world see that immortals are no more than this. Even if mortals try their best, they can still kill the immortals and Buddhas who are high above them.

Secondly, those words were actually spoken to the people of the Ming Dynasty in the rear. Zhang Wuji knew well that even in the Last Days, a team with faith and ideological command could burst out with tremendous energy. In this extraordinary era when humanity was just beginning to take shape and there were immortals and Buddhas, the will of mortals was enough to distort reality and turn the world upside down.

What he has to do is to innovate, to get rid of the old, and to revolutionize. Mortals have been oppressed for a long time and treated like ants by immortals. What is scary is not the arrogance of immortals, but that mortals also feel that they are ants. This is not their fault, but the fault of the times. It is the ideological barriers that have been built up bit by bit under the accumulation of thousands of years, which have made mortals lose their blood, broken their spirit, and even broken their backbone.

Every reform and innovation involves bloodshed and sacrifice, and changes of dynasties involve countless bones. Zhang Wuji is willing to use this battle to inspire the people to shed blood and sacrifice, starting from today!
The spiritual tower in the Daming territory slowly rises into the sky, covering the entire territory. Points of wisdom are connected to form a huge spiritual net. The spiritual tower is not only a tool for forging an iron will, but also a high wall of spiritual defense. Under this huge net, all those who have common aspirations and identify with the Daming are connected in mind and communicate with each other in emotion.

As a person well versed in the mysteries of psychology, Zhang Wuji knows clearly that human beings are naturally compassionate and have the ability to empathize. When a rabbit dies, the fox mourns, and all creatures feel grief for their own kind. The stimulation of empathy requires great sadness and indignation. Is there any place in the world more heroic and tragic than this battlefield?
The Xuan Guang Mirror broadcast everything. The fighting on the battlefield was fierce. Some of the Chi Yan Army and the Broken Law Generals kept chattering, saying everything they wanted to say, and then went to their deaths happily. They knew that every sentence and every word they said now would be listened to by thousands of people.

And more people picked up knives and swords, fighting silently. Although they were extremely silent, they used their bodies as words and their bodies as idioms to count the heroes of the world, and there are still many of them here!

Zhang Wuji gently touched the spiritual network. He could feel the suppressed anger of the people of the Ming Dynasty and the indignation under the silent background. After Lu Ji died, his body turned into grains, and the place where his bones were buried was lush and full of vitality. Although the soldiers nearby did not speak, their swords became steadier and their bows became faster. They stepped forward together to protect this piece of pure land oasis on the battlefield. Someone died for us. Although I have no power to change the world, I still have a passion. There is not much we can do. I only hope to protect this place and prevent the enemy from disturbing General Lu's sleep.

Then a strange scene appeared on the battlefield. The red-armored soldiers of the Ming Dynasty used the oasis as a line to resist the offensive of Dajing. Countless casualties were suffered, but they did not allow the bean soldiers of Dajing to cross the line.

Zhang Wuji closed his eyes tightly, stretched out his hands, listened attentively, and said to Baiyue beside him: "Did you hear it?"

Baiyue did not answer. Zhang Wuji said in a deep voice: "Have you heard the people's cries? They have been silent for too long, with their mouths covered and their hands and feet tied. Now, they are no longer silent and are eager to make their first roar."

He took a step forward and said, "I believe that this roar will resound through the sky and make the immortals and Buddhas in heaven tremble with fear."

"but……"

"It's not enough," Zhang Wuji whispered, "They have been silent for too long and have forgotten how to make their own voices heard."

He raised his hand, and two black and red swords and a golden knife flew out: "So, I need to take their place and shout the first cry!"

After he finished speaking, a black light suddenly appeared, blood and energy filled the sky, and three magical weapons appeared at the same time. Zhang Wuji broke through the air and ascended into the sky, charging towards the battlefield.

"As the Lord, you have given up your duty of coordinating the affairs of the country and the people, and put yourself in danger. This is really foolish," Baiyue said softly, "but in the Ming Dynasty, congratulations!"

After saying this, he held up the Water Spirit Pearl in his hand, drawing water from the Milky Way. Wild beasts and huge water monsters appeared, crushing towards the battlefield.

"You rats of Dajing, the Ming Emperor Zhang Wuji is here. Anyone who has the courage and confidence, come on. Here is Zhang's fine head, waiting for the immortals to take it!"

Zhang Wuji laughed three times, with magic weapons circling beside him, releasing countless sword lights and knife auras, and rushed towards the most tragic battlefield.

(End of this chapter)