Ever since he learned the news about Lin Ze's imminent attack, Liu Ji felt that he had never stopped. He immediately ordered people to strengthen the camp's defenses, and even worried about it, he personally led people to inspect it.
After a while, the baggage camp will prepare soups, medicines and food to ensure that the soldiers have sufficient energy to cope with the upcoming battle.
Of course, the most important thing Liu Ji has not missed is that every quarter of an hour, he must ask: "Where is the Qin army and how long will it take to arrive?"
When Liu Ji asked for the sixth time, Lin Ze arrived belatedly with his army and arrived in front of Liu Ji's camp.
Two hundred thousand Qin troops dressed in black armor lined up neatly in front of Liu Ji's camp, with their swords in their hands reflecting a cold and sharp light under the sunlight.
From a distance, one could see an astonishing momentum rising into the sky, which was intimidating.
Lin Ze stood on horseback in front of the army. Without saying a word, he slashed at the gate of Liu Ji's camp with his sword.
Liu Ji, who had been standing on the camp wall for a long time, quickly said to Meng Hao: "Master, please take action."
Meng Hao could only caress the Book of Songs in his arms, and a ray of white light burst out, blocking Lin Ze's sword light, and finally they both disappeared in the air.
However, this was only the beginning. Lin Ze stretched out his left hand and pressed down. Countless soldiers moved forward and drew their Qin crossbows towards the enemy camp in front of them.
Thousands of arrows fired!
Such an attack was enough to frighten the enemy. Lin Ze thought that this might not be able to defeat Liu Ji's camp, so his hands shook, and several sword energy was mixed in, and fell together with the rain of arrows.
A look of helplessness flashed across Meng Hao's face, he took action to stop Lin Ze's sword energy, and couldn't help but say: "Since you are a powerful master, why do you need to embarrass these ordinary people?"
Lin Ze was surprised and said: "Confucianism also has the kind of fake compassion shown on the face of Buddhism?"
Meng Hao's expression froze, and then he said seriously: "Confucianism is based on benevolence, so naturally there is a kind heart."
Lin Ze smiled: "Killing one person can save ten thousand people. How will you choose, sir? Be good to one person or be good to ten thousand people? Or be evil to one person or be evil to ten thousand people?"
Meng Hao's pupils shrank, a trace of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.
When Liu Ji saw this, he couldn't help but said: "Why does the champion need to use his words? How can there be such a coincidence?"
Lin Ze didn't take it seriously and said: "Isn't this happening right now? If you die alone, will these hundreds of thousands of troops be able to avoid the disaster of war?"
Liu Ji's face darkened, he tightened his lips and stopped speaking. He already regretted that sentence.
A look of surprise flashed across the face of the honest man Meng Hao: "It turns out that your idea has disappointed you. I have been ordered by my elders to protect the true emperor, and I will definitely not let him die in your hands.
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Liu Ji breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Master Meng was different from ordinary Confucian scholars.
While Lin Ze was talking to Meng Hao and Liu Ji, the Qin army's offensive did not stop.
The Qin Nu, which has a long range and extremely lethality, caused Liu Ji's army on the camp wall to suffer a lot.
For ordinary soldiers, Meng Hao was willing to help, but in the end he still did not take action. As he said himself, his mission was to protect Liu Ji, not everyone.
Suddenly thunder exploded out of thin air, and a deafening voice sounded: "Lin Ze, I'm here, do you dare to fight in the sky?"
He looked up and saw that Xiang Yu had arrived.
A hint of joy flashed across Liu Ji's face. The reinforcements had arrived, and now he was no longer afraid.
Lin Ze raised his head and glanced at the majestic and arrogant Xiang Ji, with a sarcastic smile on his face: "Xiang Ji, you leave your own army alone, but you want to save your lifelong enemy. It's really ridiculous."
Xiang Ji was startled at first, then sneered: "Lin Ze, don't try to trick me. Thirty thousand Chu troops came with me, and they are only thirty miles away from here. How can you plot against them?"
Lin Ze couldn't deny it and said, "Really? Do you only have these 30,000 troops? Are you going to ignore the 100,000 troops you transferred from Chu?"
Xiang Ji was startled at first, then his face became gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Lin Ze, you are despicable."
Lin Ze said quietly: "Let's not talk about it for a moment. When the two armies are fighting, they will use all possible means. Even if I am despicable, what can you do to me?"
"Xiang Ji, if you rush back now, you may be able to save a little bit. If you go too late, I'm afraid the 100,000 Chu army will be completely wiped out."
"Don't worry, after the 100,000-strong army of yours is wiped out, the Qin army will definitely not stop, but will take advantage of the situation and move south. I wonder if the Chu State, which has been drained of its troops by you, can still stop it?"
When Xiang Ji heard this, his facial expression suddenly became very exciting.
Taking a deep breath, Xiang Ji turned his gaze to the camp wall. He was slightly relieved when he saw that Liu Ji was protected by a secret treasure and was not in danger of his life for a short time.
After weighing the pros and cons, Xiang Ji quickly made a decision. If allies are close to each other, can they have close relatives?
So Xiang Ji said to the direction of the camp wall: "I believe that General Liu can still remain undefeated, but the Chu army is in danger, so he has to return for reinforcements. I hope General Liu will forgive me."
"Please rest assured, General Liu. When I defeat another Qin army, I will definitely rush back to support you. General Liu, please persist."
Then without waiting for Liu Ji's response, Xiang Ji quickly left and disappeared into the air.
As the saying goes, what comes quickly, goes quickly.
What kind of ally is this? Liu Ji was stunned and felt a suffocation in his chest that could not be dissipated for a long time.
Lin Ze grinned and said to Liu Ji, "Okay, the rest of the gang has left, let's continue."
Then he sent a message to the Chinese army Han Xin: "According to the plan, attack the enemy camp with all our strength without making any mistakes."
Han Xin took over the command calmly and passed down military orders one after another. Trebuchets, rockets, crossbows and other enemy-killing weapons came on stage one by one and headed towards Liu Ji's camp overwhelmingly.
Lin Ze rushed towards Liu Ji fiercely and slashed down with the Tianwen Sword.
When Meng Hao saw this, he threw the Book of Songs out and held it firmly in front of Liu Ji.
Lin Ze seemed invisible, just slashing down one sword after another, erasing the white light emitted from the Book of Songs one after another.
Meng Hao couldn't help but said: "Why do you need to do such a futile effort? No matter how strong you are, it is impossible to break through the defense of the saint's ritual weapon."
A strange smile appeared on Lin Ze's face: "Really?"
You must know that Lin Ze is not only extinguishing the white light, but also asking Xiao Jin to scan and analyze the white light and even the Book of Songs to see what kind of material this saint's ritual vessel is made of and what is magical about it.
Lin Ze couldn't always be blocked by a dead object.
Looking at Lin Ze's smile, Liu Ji couldn't help but feel a sudden feeling in his heart.
Since Liu Ji was held back by Lin Ze, the command of Liu Ji's army naturally fell into the hands of Xiao He and Cao Shen.
But how could Lin Ze let them get their wish? With a thought in his mind, he threw several sword energy at him.
Meng Hao almost subconsciously communicated with the Book of Songs and shot out several rays of white light to intercept Lin Ze's sword energy.
In this way, you and me continued for half an hour. Lin Ze finally heard Xiao Jin's voice in his mind: "After the analysis, white light is composed of two substances, most of which are alienated from the energy of heaven and earth. Xiao Jin
Some very unique spiritual powers.”
"Comparing the database, we found that this spiritual power is similar to the thought of the host absorbing blood essence and blood. It is suspected to be the spiritual thought of an ancient powerful man."
After hearing this, Lin Ze asked the question he was most concerned about: "Can it be cracked?"
Xiao Jin replied: "With the current strength of the host, the white light and the Book of Songs cannot be decrypted for the time being. However, the person who controls the Book of Songs is only at the sixth level of martial arts. The auxiliary device can block the thoughts of the person who controls it for a short time."
Lin Ze said without hesitation: "Get ready to block."
Meng Hao looked at Lin Ze's lack of concentration and thought that he had given up. He couldn't help but said: "Since you can't do anything about the saint's ritual weapon, why don't you retreat earlier to avoid unnecessary consumption?"
"Really?" A weird smile appeared on Lin Ze's face again, and he used the magical power of Fa Tianxiang and Earth. The sword energy, which was more than ten times stronger than before, suddenly broke out.
Just as Meng Hao was about to respond, he suddenly found that his connection with the Book of Songs had been severed, and a look of horror appeared on his face.
Seeing that the sword energy was about to come, in the light of the carbide fire, Meng Hao let out a strange cry and jumped towards Liu Ji. A jade pendant around his waist shone brightly, covering the two of them.
Liu Ji and Meng Hao's bodies suddenly became blurry and disappeared little by little in front of Lin Ze.
Lin Ze's sword energy exploded directly through the two of them and landed on the camp wall as if it were nothing. Then the explosion resounded through the sky and a third of the camp wall collapsed.
With a gloomy expression, Lin Ze grabbed the Book of Songs that was trying to fly away in his hand. Following Xiao Jin's guidance, the master's power in his body poured in crazily as if it was free of charge.
After a while, the Book of Songs lay quietly in Lin Ze's hands, simple and unpretentious, revealing the slightest trace of ancient charm.
Lin Ze breathed a sigh of relief. Although he failed to kill Liu Ji, it was not a big loss to get this treasure.
The movement on Lin Ze's side directly attracted the attention of the armies of both sides. Seeing his general disappear, the morale of Liu Ji's army suddenly dropped, and countless people abandoned their armor.
Without waiting for Lin Ze's reminder, Han Xin immediately ordered the entire army to attack the camp.
The 200,000 Qin troops with high morale met with the 150,000 with low morale. The result can be imagined.
I saw the Qin army pouring into Liu Ji's camp like a tide. A quarter of an hour later, the camp was filled with black armor, and Liu Ji's army was defeated.