"What?" Wigley and Klose were stunned for a moment, "Attracting attention?"
"Uh... attract attention." Linton said, "To put it simply, it is to use the competition to attract our attention, and take this opportunity to sneak attack on our army."
"Huh?" Wigley seemed to understand something, but Klose next to him was confused. Yes, Emperor Wigley had experience on the battlefield and had fought hundreds of battles, large and small, and Klose
Luo Ze, on the other hand, is from the Magic Academy, the kind who immerses himself in studying magic. He has almost never been on the battlefield, so his reaction is a bit slow.
"First of all, the other party must know that I am not in the army. I don't know who revealed it. It is probably the information provided by the enemy's spies. In short, at this time, the enemy's holy level, the Tirant Sword Master, came to discuss, of course I am not here.
If you can't agree directly, then the other party will leave a message about fighting in five days. And in these five days, everyone's attention will naturally be attracted by this matter, and the enemy will take this opportunity to prepare for the attack."
Linton explained.
"So that's the case." Wigley suddenly realized, "I wonder why the other party pretends to want to start a holy war with us. It turns out that they don't want to fight either."
"Maybe one of the purposes is to do something to me. After all, if you know my existence, there will be a new holy level here, and the other side must suppress it. So if we agree to discuss, the other side will definitely find a way to hurt me.
Me and the like. But beating him to death shouldn’t be possible, just like I can’t beat him to death, right?"
"Yes, if the competition really causes casualties, a holy war will definitely be launched. Both sides know this," Wigley said.
"That's why the other party planned this. It's just a competition. In fact, if we win, we can hurt me. If we lose, we won't really lose a saint. And taking advantage of this time, the other party also prepared his own sneak attack plan."
Linton said, "It's really cunning."
"Well..." Wigley nodded, then scanned the map, and suddenly pointed to a small hill on the map and said: "I understand, it's here. The terrain here is very good, just on the flank of our army.
In the past few days, the enemy knew that the war would definitely not start. Everyone was waiting for the two saints to compete, so they took the opportunity to secretly move their troops to this hill. This is the best place for an ambush. Wait until
After the discussion is over, the saints on both sides leave, and when the two sides start fighting, the enemy will be able to come out from the side and cause a huge blow to our side."
Wigley was indeed knowledgeable about military affairs, and his position of judgment was exactly the same as Linton's. Indeed, the location of this hill was very good. If an army was ambushed on it, it would definitely have the final say in the decisive battle.
"In this case, you might as well use the trick and send someone to investigate. If you find the enemy's troops, you can take the opportunity to ambush the opponent." Wigley immediately started planning. Of course, he was not sure what he judged here.
It's not the actual situation. I'm going to find someone to investigate first. In short, tell the marshal on the front line and let him do the actual operation.
"Why don't you leave this matter to me?" Linton said suddenly.
"What?" Wigley was stunned for a moment.
"I have a very good idea. Instead of going to the front line to fight against such a sword master, I can trap the opponent on the way." Linton said.
"Are you planning to spar with the Tirant Sword Master? This is the enemy's plan, and they probably also want to harm you." Wigley said.
"Can I still be afraid of him?" Linton spread his hands.
"The Tirant Sword Master is not an ordinary saint. He was canonized more than ten years ago. He is much stronger than the Bayar Knight." Wigley said.
"If you say these are useless, can you still stop me from going to the front line?" Linton said.
Indeed, no matter how much Wigley said, he couldn't stop Linton. If he decided, Wigley couldn't stop him. After thinking about it, he said: "But you can only compete with the other party. If you join the war..."
"I know." Linton said, "I'm a little busy now and don't have time to fight. Otherwise, I really want to go directly...forget it, don't worry, I won't join the war."
"Then how are you going to deal with the current situation?" Wigley asked.
"I'm very good at deceiving people." Linton said, "The enemy's troops should have arrived at the ambush location by now, right?"
"Well, tomorrow is the time for the duel. After the battle is over, the Holy Level will leave, and the duel is expected to begin immediately." Wigley said, "The enemy will probably prepare at the ambush location during the night and launch a surprise attack tomorrow."
"Then there's no need to wait for tomorrow, I'll trick them tonight." Linton said, "Don't worry, I don't have to take action."
Wigley looked at Linton and felt that the other party must have an idea. After all, he saw the plan this time, which meant that this young man should not only be able to fight. After thinking about it, Wigley decided to suspect the person.
No need, you should not be suspicious when employing people. Since you have already trusted Linton’s statement, you should trust him to the end. This can be considered a kind of courage.
On the front line of the northern battlefield, Gasein, who has now become a general, is inspecting the military camp. The current situation makes Gasein inexplicably anxious. He always feels that something is wrong, but he can't see anything wrong. Moreover, Linton has never appeared.
This made him even more irritable. After all, if Linton never came, their empire would still be in great disgrace, and it would also affect the morale of the battle. However, his uncle was always missing the point, and he didn't know.
Will it come?
Just when he was thinking this, a white light flashed, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. Because Garsain was thinking about something, he bumped into it, and he fell down instead.
"You... eh? You're here?" He was angry at first, but when he saw it was Linton, Garsain immediately showed an expression of joy.
"My stupid nephew, you are in a daze again." Linton said.
"Has this become a fixed statement now?" Gaseon said, "I thought you couldn't come. Now that you know what happened, there is a sword master named Tirant over there who insists on sparring with you...
"
"I know, this is the second time I've seen someone seeking death like this, apart from Bayal before." Linton said.
"..." Sure enough, they hadn't seen each other for a month, and Linton was still Linton, speaking with the same arrogance. Gaseon felt that his worries were in vain.
"But there are still a lot of things to do now. I don't have much time. Work quickly." Linton said, "Go and inform your marshal here that this is a letter from the emperor. Let him read it and then let him
Come and see me."
When he heard that it was official, Garsain also became serious. Linton must have come here after seeing Wigley, so he had no doubt about it.
After a while, Garserne came over with a strong man in his fifties. This was the current marshal-in-chief of the army, Marshal Larouze. This was a general from the western part of the empire. I heard that ten
He joined the army at the age of five and fought in the war for more than thirty years. He has been active on the battlefield and is the backbone of the imperial military. Of course, his record can only be said to be rich in combat experience, but he has not fought any famous battles.
LaRouze certainly didn't dare to underestimate Linton because of his age. Although Linton was younger than her own son, she thought that even the emperor and the saint should respect him. Of course, she didn't dare to be presumptuous, so she lowered her
He lowered his head and said: "Master Sword Master."
"Have you sent someone?" Linton asked. As he spoke, Linton was debugging the machine. Yes, in front of Linton was a modern missile launch vehicle. Of course Larouze saw it, but
I don't know what this is. Although I really want to ask, now is not the time to ask questions.
"People have been sent to invite the Tirant Sword Master to come over," Larouze said.
"Okay. Let's wait then. Are you ready for the banquet?" Linton asked.
"Currently preparing."
Yes, the emperor's order to Marshal Larouze is in the letter, asking him to use Linton's name to invite the Tirant sword master opposite to come over for a party. It happens to be evening now, so let's have a dinner or something. The other party is
A saint-level person would not worry that they would really ambush him, so he would probably come over.
"Hmm..." Linton nodded, while continuing to operate the gadget in front of him, "Why is this crappy gadget so difficult to use? Isn't there any voice control?"
"What is this?" Garsain next to him couldn't help but ask.
"Weapons." Linton replied. Yes, the thing in front of Linton is naturally the Jericho missile that he just drew. It's just that this thing is a bit difficult to get. Now that you have it, you can't operate it casually.
After launching it, it does come with an aiming lens, but it needs to be debugged before it can be used.
Fortunately, this thing is for commercial use after all. Stark Industries produces this for the military, so it cannot be very complicated. Getting started is just a matter of research for a while. Linton also looked for his points store and found that there are
I don’t know who dropped this skill in the Marvel world. It’s very cheap. It only costs 1,100 points to exchange for a C-level skill. Linton bought it and is currently studying it. It should not be difficult to get it.
"Weapon?" Both of them were stunned. Is this a weapon? Looking at the strange shape of the missile vehicle, both of them were extremely strange.
"In short, this weapon has nothing to do with me. It is a newly invented weapon by the empire. Do you understand?" Linton said, "Marshal LaRouze, you just read the letter. You must say that you brought this weapon.
"
"Oh, yes, I brought it, a new weapon produced by the empire." LaRouze said. The previous letter did ask him to admit this, the emperor's order, although he didn't know why.
"Well... I am just responsible for demonstrating it, and I will show it to the Sword Master opposite later." Linton smiled and looked at the hills in front of him and said.