Chapter five hundred and ninety-eight Lin Ze shot, Byzantium defeated
Upon hearing Lin Ze's inquiry, Han Xin quickly replied: "Master Qi, if the information is correct, the hundreds of thousands of enemy troops who invaded the Western Region this time are all here."
Lin Ze looked up at the air battle and asked in slight surprise: "I see that most of those people in robes have not reached the sixth level, how can they fight in the air?"
Hey, a look of surprise appeared on Han Xin's face: "Master Marquis, can you tell that most of these magicians have not reached the sixth level?"
Lin Ze nodded slightly: "Under the Grandmaster's spiritual thoughts, it is difficult to escape regardless of the level of strength."
"Wait, you said these people are magicians?"
Lin Ze looked strange. Isn't magician a supernatural profession that often appears in Western fantasy? Why are you here?
Could it be that the sticks held by these people are the legendary magic wands?
Han Xin was startled. From the tone of the Marquis, he seemed to know the existence of the magician.
"The information obtained by Wang Li calls this kind of weird person who wears robes and can use the Five Elements magic a magician," Han Xin explained.
"By the way, where is Wang Li?" Lin Ze looked around the city wall and frowned slightly: "Why didn't you see him?"
Han Xin said with a wry smile: "I am reporting to the Marquis that Wang Li has run away and disappeared with the army of the Protectorate."
Lin Ze looked stunned and couldn't help raising his voice and asked: "Did Wang Li run away?"
Han Xin smiled bitterly and nodded.
After taking a look at the very fierce battlefield, Lin Ze suppressed his doubts in his heart and said slowly: "Repulse these people first, and we will talk about other things later."
Han Xin bowed and said: "Please, Lord Marquis, command the battle."
Lin Ze shook his head and said: "You will still be in command of the army, and I will be on hand to assist you."
Glancing at the approaching Byzantine Knights, Lin Ze said in a deep voice: "This cavalry is a bit extraordinary. Each of them is at least equivalent to a weakened version of a middle-grade warrior. I will leave those iron boxes for you.
Take it out and throw it out against them."
Han Xin looked surprised. He vaguely felt that this cavalry was not that simple, but he did not expect it to be so strong.
So Han Xin did not hesitate to adopt Lin Ze's suggestion and ordered the iron box to be brought up.
"I am going to deal with that group of magicians," Lin Ze raised his head and glanced at his warriors who were at a disadvantage, then he said this and jumped into the air.
Lin Ze's arrival immediately attracted the attention of both sides in the air battle.
When the sixth-grade warriors from the Qin army saw Lin Ze, they immediately looked overjoyed and exclaimed: "It's the Marquis. The Marquis is here. Please work harder, don't be underestimated by the Marquis."
Those magicians could not understand the language of the Qin State, but looking at the expressions of the Qin army's warriors, they could guess that there was an extraordinary figure here.
When looking at Lin Ze's young face, he vaguely guessed that one of his highnesses from the other side had arrived?
Several young magicians suddenly got on their toes and threw fireballs, lightning, meteorites, etc. at Lin Ze.
The warriors of the Qin Army couldn't help but be stunned when they saw the enemy taking action against Lin Ze. Wasn't he looking for death?
Lin Ze's face was calm, and he quickly pulled out the Tianwen Sword. Sword lights appeared in the air, and murderous intent burst out.
Then all the magicians in mid-air fell from the air like dumplings.
A very old magician shouted in Byzantine: "Sword Master, there is a strong Sword Master on the other side. Everyone, run away."
After speaking, he used the magic wand in his hand to bless himself with several lightening techniques and quickly escaped from the aerial battlefield.
Lin Ze is a Grandmaster, and he has also killed powerful beings of the same level one after another. It would be embarrassing if a group of people of up to sixth level escaped.
Xiaoyaoyou's body movement was running, and Lin Ze suddenly transformed into a big fish swimming in the air, quickly passing by every magician who wanted to escape.
Then, as if they had been cast a restraining spell, those magicians fell from a high altitude and turned into a pulp.
Those with good eyesight can naturally see that before these people fell, there was a very fine line of blood on their foreheads and hearts.
Soon some clever magicians discovered that those who ran away would be killed immediately, but those who stood still would be fine, so they stood in the air with their eyes closed, as if they were at ease.
After Lin Ze beheaded the escaping magicians, he did not take action against these people. Instead, he ordered his own sixth-grade warriors: "Control these people and wait for my disposal."
The sixth-grade warriors of the Qin Army promised in unison: "I obey my orders." Then they moved forward like wolves and tigers, subduing them one by one.
Some magicians subconsciously wanted to resist, but saw a dragon flash past, and they were suddenly plunged into endless darkness.
Seeing that they would be killed for no reason if they resisted, the remaining magicians immediately put on their quails and lowered their heads, not daring to have any extra thoughts.
The reason why he kept this group of people was not only because Lin Ze was very interested in the legendary profession of magician, but also because he planned to find a way to get such an army.
Just looking at the attack methods of this group of people, it is obvious that they are a completely different type of army. If used well, it may have unexpected effects.
Lin Ze casually grabbed a wand in his hand and looked at it carefully.
When he saw the gem inlaid on the top of the wand, Lin Ze's face showed a strong interest, and he communicated in his mind and said: "Scan it, what is this?"
After giving a simple command, Lin Ze put the wand on his waist and looked at the battlefield on the ground.
A group of soldiers used trebuchets to throw dozens of iron boxes out, and then a group of archers fired hundreds of rockets in the direction in which the iron boxes fell.
The iron box fell in the middle of the Byzantine Grand Knights with a huge impact, killing several unlucky people on the spot.
The opening of the box, which was not completely sealed, was shaken open by the impact, and the black powder contained inside immediately scattered to the floor.
The rocket landed on the black powder, immediately setting off a foot-high flame, and then exploded completely with a bang, drowning the group of cavalry.
The large knight group of several thousand people was suddenly overturned, with numerous casualties and casualties.
The remaining people panicked and fled in all directions without any thought of charging.
Marcian, who was in the army, couldn't help but tremble. It wasn't fear, but distress. Not only had he saved up for a long time, he had saved up two large knights, but he had lost most of them in one fell swoop.
How to not make him feel bad?
However, this was just the beginning. Soon someone saw the magician's body falling from the sky. They pointed at it with fear and shouted: "Marshal, look at the magician army."
Marcian felt relieved, and when he looked up, the sky was full of fallen magician corpses.
Although Marcian, the "holy powerhouse", did not see what happened in the air just now, this thought emerged uncontrollably in his mind.
When he saw Lin Ze swooping down with a long sword in his hand, Marcian's pupils narrowed sharply and he shouted: "There is a strong swordsman, retreat, retreat quickly."
Marcian was a famous nobleman in Byzantium, and his ancestors also had strong men of the Holy Order. Just how terrifying the Holy Order was was clearly recorded in the family records.
The Holy Order is invincible.
This is the first sentence recorded in the family secrets.
While Marcian issued the military order to escape, he led his guards to evacuate frantically.
At this time, Marcian was already cursing in his heart, the countries in the Western Region are bullshit, why do they say they don’t have strong men? Aren’t the saint-level strong men not strong enough?
He also yelled at the Qin army in his heart, saying, "You have a saint-level warrior. Why should I fight? I should have gone back with the army long ago."
Lin Ze watched the Byzantine army leave in a hurry, with a sneer on his face: "How can it be so easy to escape?"
The whole person hangs behind the army, and from time to time he sends out a sword energy, changing the direction of its escape, or further disrupting its formation.
Compared to killing enemies one by one or piece by piece, Lin Ze still felt that letting the opponent trample him to death would save more worry and effort.
Seeing this, Han Xin on the city wall, how could he miss such a good opportunity? He ordered the city gate to be opened, personally led an army of 100,000, gathered his strength, and rushed forward.
Fighting with the wind is always the favorite of soldiers.
Beating a drowned dog and chasing down the enemy like this is also the most popular type in a downwind battle.
Chasing the enemy to the north, the Byzantine army was defeated.