Changing Fate Against Heaven, An Alternative Method of Subjugation!

As the old saying went: Mercy could not command an army, and righteousness could not conduct business.

This did not mean what it appeared to on the surface—that kind and merciful people were unsuited to wielding military power and should therefore be excluded.

Rather, it used a unique metaphorical style found in the Chinese language to highlight the cruel reality of war from the side.

Bloodshed, pain, sacrifice.

The wails and screams of the wounded.

Walking through the position that had already been mostly secured, Su Mo swept his gaze around and felt a sincere sense of awe.

Strictly speaking.

This offensive and defensive battle was the first battle since arriving in the Wasteland in which Su Mo had truly participated and felt the threat of death.

Before this.

Whether it had been relying on the Dongfeng to obliterate the Tengu Pseudo-God that had descended into the Wasteland.

Or later commanding the Hope from the sea to bombard the foreign races and blast the five Ancestral Gods in the sky.

Most of the time, all it took was some maneuvering. The long-range weapons would faithfully complete their missions, leaving Su Mo to go down and gather the spoils.

It was nothing like now, when people had to charge into the enemy formation with their own bodies and feel the fear of death passing within inches of them! "Luckily, this battle ended quickly. There was no close-quarters combat."

"Otherwise, if this dragged on, I'd probably be the only commander left by the time the battle ended!"

He walked to the wounded area, visiting the lightly wounded soldiers who were undergoing simple bandaging, then looked through the curtain at the seriously wounded patients receiving emergency treatment inside.

Su Mo's eyes narrowed slightly.

The lightly wounded were still fine. Most had suffered burns