In the northwest wilderness, Marcian desperately urged his mount, trying to get rid of the figure falling far behind him.
As a great nobleman of Byzantium, he had never experienced a more embarrassing encounter than today.
Marcian had a strange feeling in his heart. If he could successfully escape this time, he would at least be able to brag about it at noble banquets for several years.
Is there anything more terrifying and worthy of showing off than being chased by a powerful Saint-level man?
In mid-air, Lin Ze dropped a sword energy from time to time, like a hungry wolf driving away sheep, taking a bite from time to time.
After escaping for a while, Marcian looked back at only half of his men who were left, and felt that if he continued to escape like this, sooner or later, the whole army would be wiped out by this powerful holy man.
Although it was impossible for the other party to kill everyone on their side, the Byzantine soldiers lost in the desert would definitely not survive without enough food and water.
So he took advantage of his leisure and issued an order: "Everyone should run separately and meet in Garo City."
Garro City is at the far west of the Western Region, and it is also the bridgehead for the Byzantine army to invade the Western Region. If he could not save his life by escaping here, Marcian felt that he should be dead this time.
As soon as Marcian ordered them to separate and flee, Han Xin and his army were already chasing him.
The black torrent immediately dispersed the gray crowd running at the back, then divided and surrounded them, and eliminated them one by one.
Some Byzantine soldiers could no longer bear it and began to drop their weapons and kneel down to surrender.
Han Xin had an army of 10,000 specially reserved to clean up the battlefield to capture these people.
Seeing the enemy troops split up and flee in all directions, Lin Ze no longer acted as a wolf chasing away the sheep, but turned into a bolt of lightning and grabbed Marcian.
"To shoot the man first, shoot the horse, and to capture the thief first capture the king." Although Lin Ze's move was a bit late, it was not absent.
Seeing the saint-level powerhouse chasing him, Marcian gritted his teeth and took out two scrolls from his arms.
Without any hesitation, Marcian opened the first one.
When he saw a ray of white light falling on him, Marcian's energy perked up and he felt that he was light and his speed was much faster.
Unfortunately, it was still slower than Lin Ze's speed, and the distance between the two was still getting closer.
Then Marcian opened the second scroll, and a strong white light encompassed Marcian's figure.
A look of surprise appeared on Lin Ze's face, and he suddenly felt something bad.
Sure enough, as the white light dissipated, Marcian's figure became illusory.
Lin Ze shouted: "Don't even think about escaping."
The Tianwen Sword in his hand turned into a ray of cold light and chased Marcian away like lightning.
At this time, Marcian had not completely left. When he saw the flying sword coming, he had a look of panic on his face and tried his best to avoid it.
The Tianwen Sword, which turned into lightning, was first blocked by the white light, and then Marcian tried his best to get out of the way, and in the end only one of his arms was taken down.
Marcian, who had lost an arm, endured the severe pain and frantically moved the scroll, and finally disappeared before Lin Ze arrived.
Lin Ze looked at the broken arm, his face a little ugly. He had underestimated the enemy to some extent. He should have killed the enemy general as soon as possible instead of using him to kill more soldiers.
The sudden disappearance of the commander was a real blow to the Byzantine army, which made them even more panicked.
Lin Ze relied on the power of his master to fully demonstrate his super strength and power, trying to force the opponent to surrender.
It's just that Lin Ze doesn't know Byzantine, so the effect is somewhat unsatisfactory.
At this time, Han Xin, who led the army to eliminate the tail of the Byzantine army, arrived in time and launched a charge towards the army of hundreds of thousands.
Under the intimidation of Han Xin's army, except for some who successfully escaped, the remaining people knelt down and surrendered in droves, leaving their fate in the hands of the enemy.
The overall situation was decided, and Lin Ze was too lazy to chase down those scattered Byzantine soldiers.
Without food and water, it was not easy for these soldiers to cross the desert and find an oasis.
An hour later, Han Xin led his men to clean up the battlefield, walked towards Lin Ze, bowed and saluted, and said: "I would like to inform you, Lord Marquis, that this battle was a great victory. The enemy army came with a total of 400,000 troops. They trampled and killed nearly 60,000 people, and our army suffered casualties."
He held more than 80,000 soldiers and captured 120,000 prisoners. The rest were scattered and fled, making it difficult to pursue them."
Lin Ze nodded slightly: "It seems that the results are good."
Han Xin took the opportunity to compliment him: "It's all thanks to the martial arts of the Marquis."
Lin Ze shook his head in disbelief. This victory was obviously due to the opponent's general fleeing without fighting, which caused a chain reaction and resulted in a complete defeat.
As for the opponent's general's behavior only after seeing him, Lin Ze almost guessed that the opponent must have seen a strong man equal to himself and knew that he was invincible, so he fled in a hurry. This meant that the opponent also
There are those who are strong at the master level.
Although he was victorious, Lin Ze was worried that the other party would have a strong master-level leader leading an army.
Comparing one's feelings with one's own, if Lin Ze suffered such a big loss and was strong enough, he would definitely come back with the intention of taking revenge.
"You said earlier that Wang Li had escaped. What happened?" Lin Ze remembered what Han Xin had just told him and asked.
Han Xin smiled bitterly and recounted everything that happened to him in the past two days.
Lin Ze's face suddenly became extremely gloomy, and he keenly sensed that something was wrong.
No one can suddenly abandon the city and flee if they encounter a situation where the battle is at its end and they can win just by waiting for reinforcements to arrive.
If I had to find a reason, it would be that Wang Li was afraid of himself.
But what exactly had Wang Li gone through to make him so afraid of himself that he didn’t even want the credit within his reach?
Lin Ze frowned, a little confused.
Taking a breath of air, Lin Ze suppressed these questions and said slowly: "So, plus some of the food and grass left by Wang Li, the army can only hold on for three months at most."
"If we keep this group of captives, I'm afraid we can only last for two months."
Han Xin hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.
Lin Ze said calmly: "Immediately send people from ten thousand miles away to hurry up and write to your majesty to arrange for people to mobilize food and grass. The words can be a little more fierce. If the food and grass cannot reach Longyou in a month, the army will be in danger of collapse. Please be sure to do so, your majesty."
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"Report the matter of Wang Li together, and make sure to let His Majesty and all officials in the court know the seriousness of the situation in the Western Regions."
Han Xin nodded slightly. In his opinion, Lin Ze was doing this for the sake of Qin and the army, so it was appropriate to use some means.
"As for the prisoners captured this time, except for the group of magicians and the soldiers who knew Qin Yu, they were all trapped to save food and grass," Lin Ze said with an indifferent expression.
Han Xinxin shuddered and said unbearably: "If the food and grass can arrive within a month, and the army will not worry about running out of food, and it is ominous to kill prisoners, will the Marquis give it another thought?"
Lin Ze's face did not change and he said: "Those who are not from my race must have different intentions. These people have come from thousands of miles away to kill my compatriots and disrupt our territory. It is not a pity to die."
"Besides, it's rare for people to come here. If I don't keep them forever, I'd be a bit sorry for their feelings."
Han Xin looked at Lin Ze's firm attitude, with a slightly bitter look on his face.
Lin Ze couldn't help shouting: "Han Xin, you have to know that being kind to the enemy is cruel to one's own people. It is impossible for me to put my brothers in danger because of a group of enemies who waste food."
"If you can't take action on these people, I can arrange for others to do it, but you have to remember that this kind of thing is indispensable. As a general, you can't just do things based on your preference, you have to be responsible for the army.
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Han Xin was silent, finally nodded solemnly, and left with his soldiers.
The next day, twelve more mass graves appeared outside Longyou City.