Chapter 7

Just as Zhao Zheng followed He Chuan's advice and stopped thinking about the sudden appearance and disappearance of He Ping, who had killed someone, and began to consider how to fight the next battle, He Ping, who was still inside the tall tower, had already roughly figured out the situation on both sides. Tianhua and Auckland, the two largest countries on the continent, were still at war. This was undoubtedly good news for He Ping. If not for such an environment, weapons and equipment would not be sold at all.

To whom? Such a question did not need to be considered. He Ping felt a natural closeness to the Tianhua people who looked similar to him. Gaining the trust of the Tianhua people would be much easier. As for the Auckland people, He Ping felt nauseated by their blonde hair and blue eyes. Moreover, a longbowman had just tried to shoot him, and he had killed that longbowman. No matter how you looked at it, this did not seem like a situation where friendly business negotiations could take place.

The problem was how to return to the Military World. As long as he stepped through this door, he would return to the Military World. However, the two groups of people outside were about to start fighting, and this point of return to the Military World was right in the center of the two armies. In short, this would be the most intense part of the battle. He Ping believed that although his physical abilities were excessively strong, surviving in such an environment would still be quite difficult.

However, He Ping was soon no longer troubled by this problem because Tianhua and Auckland had already started fighting before he had a chance to enter the Military World. Thousands of troops charged simultaneously. The cavalry from both sides first clashed in a first wave of combat as they passed each other, then without slowing down, they charged straight at the opposing infantry. The longbowmen and crossbowmen on both sides immediately shot the first wave of arrows. The infantry at the front, holding shields, desperately withstood the cavalry's charge, while the pikemen and halberdiers behind them fiercely stabbed at the enemy's horses.

He Ping was initially stunned, and then he vomited, vomiting until he was dizzy. In fact, his stomach was empty, and what he vomited was all stomach acid. A large amount of stomach acid surged up, burning his esophagus and throat, causing his eyes and nose to run. The sudden churning in his stomach even made his abdominal muscles cramp.

Before the battle, He Ping had fully estimated the brutality of war. Even though he had never seen real war in his original world, he had seen many movies, so he thought he had developed some immunity. However, when the war truly appeared before him, the brutality exceeded his imagination, and he vomited out stomach acid without even having time to resist.

Mutilated limbs were just the basics. The splattered blood filled the air with a strong smell of blood, and the scattered internal organs on the ground were the main cause of He Ping's inability to bear it. Especially those wounded soldiers who had no hope of survival but were still alive, crying for their parents and helplessly pressing their wounds that could not be stopped, trying to stuff their intestines back in, made He Ping truly understand the cruelty of war.

This is war! Cruel war! He Ping's mind was blank, repeating these two sentences over and over. He suddenly realized that the business he was about to engage in was selling war, selling death. Was what he was doing really right? Every weapon he sold would result in an unknown number of deaths. Even so, should he continue? Could he still sell weapons with a clear conscience?

He Ping forcibly suppressed the urge to vomit again and turned his gaze back to the battlefield. The scene on the battlefield was different from what He Ping had imagined. He thought that even the soldiers on the battlefield would be hesitant after seeing such a gruesome scene and might be less willing to advance. However, to his surprise, all the soldiers who could still fight showed no signs of cowardice. They were all fierce, as if they wanted to tear all the enemies to pieces.

Had they not seen the scattered limbs and organs on the ground? Had they not smelled the blood in the air? Had they not heard the dying screams of their comrades and enemies? Had they not thought that they might also join these gruesome scenes? If they had, why did they still rush forward one after another, why did they still follow their generals' orders, and why did they still exacerbate the current situation? What was the point of doing so?

"War is the demon that destroys civilization, but also the engine that drives progress."

This sentence suddenly popped into He Ping's mind. He could not remember who had said it, or perhaps he had never cared about the foreign name. What he remembered was the person's view: war would never disappear as long as humans existed. War might destroy civilization, but it could also accelerate its progress.

This view was considered heretical in a world where peace was increasingly dominant, but upon careful thought, it was not without reason. A thorough review of human history would reveal that there had never been a period of global peace. There were always wars of various sizes in some places. Despite so many wars, humans still thrived. Moreover, every large-scale war had always driven significant progress in human civilization.

Thinking about this, He Ping seemed to gain some insight. His resolve gradually strengthened, and the urge to vomit gradually subsided. Even when he saw the gruesome scene before him, he only frowned slightly, without a stronger reaction. In his heart, he no longer had any doubts about selling weapons. He closed his eyes, "Since war can drive the progress of civilization, I will make the progress faster!"

When He Ping opened his eyes again, there was no hesitation in his gaze, only intense killing intent and firm determination. He casually summoned a two-meter-long halberd, a result of his previous research. At the current system level, he could produce and sell all "single-person equipment that does not use additional energy and relies solely on its material and mechanical structure." Although he could not mass-produce them yet, the sample library provided one of each type of equipment.

Holding the super-strong alloy halberd from the sample library, He Ping rushed out of the door and onto the battlefield. After taking a deep breath of the air filled with the smell of blood, he ignored the attention of the people around him and unhesitatingly charged towards the Auckland army.