Combat supplies and martial resources that had originally gone only to the gold mine front now had to be diverted to dozens of large battlefields and hundreds of smaller ones along a border stretching ten thousand li.
The Commandery City Offices in every commandery requisitioned provisions, weapons, and pills day and night. The pill furnaces of the major sects burned without rest, and baskets of spirit herbs and crates of healing and foundation-stabilizing pills flowed endlessly along the official roads and waterways to the military camps.
As the fighting continued, the war reached fever pitch, and the fighting at the front kept expanding, the demand for pills and similar supplies grew ever greater.
To encourage the alchemists, Artifact Refiners, and others behind the lines, the Zhao Kingdom's Imperial Court and government authorities repeatedly raised the points awarded.
Converted into silver, a single high-grade superior pill Lin Fan refined that would ordinarily have sold for ten thousand taels could now fetch eighteen thousand or even twenty thousand.
The points earned from refining that one pill could be exchanged for that much silver at a military merit exchange point.
Once a war on this scale began, it was not so easy to stop. After all, if the opposing nation had ample strength and vast numbers of martial artists, and its armies and martial artists were brimming with fighting spirit, then even if you wanted to stop, you could not.
After all, without plundering ruthlessly a few times and earning enough military merit points, why would the enemy halt its ferocious offensive?
And if one nation finally could not hold out, it could only become the defeated nation, ceding territory and paying compensation in martial resources.
Wave after wave of martial artists of every rank were conscripted. Sect disciples, unaffiliated martial artists, and