On the right side of Longlong, Lin Ze received the top-secret information sent by Wu Fan personally. When he opened it, he saw that it was news about King Loulan calling on all countries in the Western Region to jointly resist the Qin Dynasty.
This information clearly recorded what happened when all the countries gathered in Loulan City that day, including every word spoken by King Loulan.
Obviously, only those who had attended the party that day could write such a detailed message.
Lin Ze couldn't help but praise Jin Yiwei's penetration ability.
Although he proposed the establishment of Jinyiwei at the beginning and gave many useful opinions during the construction process, Lin Ze still found it a bit miraculous that Jinyiwei could grow to such an extent within ten years.
After reading this information, Lin Ze's attention was quickly attracted by the two words King Loulan said about two peerless experts.
According to the definition of King Loulan, only a strong master like Lin Ze can be considered a peerless strong, so the next invading army of the Byzantine Empire will have two grand masters.
Thinking of this, Lin Ze couldn't help but frown slightly. If the other party only came to the Grandmaster realm, holding the "Book of Songs" in his hand, he would be absolutely sure that he would never come back.
But the arrival of two grandmasters at once put Lin Ze in a bit of a dilemma.
The battle at the Grandmaster level is not like that between mid- and low-level warriors. As long as you are strong enough, you can challenge several of the same level, just like fun.
Who can advance to the level of Grandmaster, who is not an amazing being? Who doesn’t have some special means?
For example, the Vajra Lord Lin Ze once encountered had an impeccable defense that could not be broken except by the Divine Soul Realm. If Lin Ze hadn't cheated him, there really wouldn't be anything he could do.
For example, if Li Si's "Dragon Slaying Technique" hadn't been for Lin Ze's rough skin and thick flesh, he would have had to shed his skin even if he didn't die.
Although there were four grandmasters who died directly or indirectly at the hands of Lin Ze, he still did not dare to look down on such powerful men.
Who knows what kind of special means the two Byzantine Empire came to have this time.
One to two, it's a big loss.
What's more, if the master-level warriors join forces, if the two of them cooperate well, they can exert several times or even ten times the combat power.
For example, there is a master who is good at restricting the actions of others, but while restricting, his own attack plummets.
If he is paired with a partner of the same level who has extremely powerful killing moves, and the two of them join forces, how can they still be invincible in a two-on-one situation?
Of course, this is just Lin Ze's conjecture. He may not really be so unlucky to meet two such people.
But to be on the safe side, Lin Ze felt that he had to think of a way.
After thinking for a moment, Lin Ze looked at Wu Fan beside him and asked, "What has General Han been busy with recently?"
Wu Fan replied without hesitation: "For your information, sir, besides training soldiers, General Han has recently led people to strengthen the city wall, deepen and widen the moat, and set up traps outside the city."
"Looking at what General Han means, he plans to hold on to Longyou City and wait for the enemy to attack."
Do you want to wait for work? This thought naturally flashed through Lin Ze's mind.
"Go and call General Han over. I have something important to tell you," Lin Ze thought for a while and said.
Wu Fan bowed slightly and left.
After a while, Han Xin hurried to Lin Ze, bowed and asked, "I wonder if the Marquis has anything to say?"
Lin Ze waved his hand and said: "No need to be polite, come, sit down and talk."
Han Xin was still sitting on Lin Ze's right hand side, quietly waiting for Lin Ze to speak.
"Relying on military strength, how long can you keep a Grandmaster at bay?" Lin Ze asked straight to the point.
To entangle, not to block?
Han Xin carefully tasted the words Lin Ze said, entangled and blocked. They sounded similar in meaning, but in fact they were completely different.
To block the Grandmaster, as long as you can protect yourself and make the opponent unable to do anything about you, that's all.
To entangle the Grandmaster, you not only have to block it, but also make it impossible for the opponent to escape. This is much more difficult.
After recalling all the methods he had learned, Han Xin gave a conservative answer: "If you are at the ordinary grandmaster level, the last general should be able to entangle the opponent for half an hour. After half an hour, the army will be exhausted due to excessive consumption, and you can only try your best to save your life.
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After half an hour, Lin Ze's eyes lit up after hearing this, and then asked: "What do you need to prepare if you want to successfully entangle a master-level warrior?"
Han Xin nodded slightly: "We do need to prepare some necessary things."
Lin Ze's face turned solemn: "Get these things ready as soon as possible. I need your help in the upcoming battle."
Lin Ze then expressed his thoughts.
After finishing speaking, Lin Ze sighed slightly: "As far as Da Qin is concerned, this battle must not be lost. Otherwise, if you lose with one move, the whole situation will collapse, and the day when Da Qin will be destroyed is not far away."
Han Xin's face was stern, he nodded heavily and said: "Please rest assured, Mr. Hou, the general will never disappoint Mr. Hou."
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Daugaluo City, the westernmost part of the Western Region, welcomed a large group of strangers today.
These people wore rough plate armor and carried heavy weapons such as heavy swords and heavy guns.
These people are the Byzantine army coming from the far west.
Marcian, who had a broken arm, and dozens of defeated soldiers whose morale seemed a bit low, stood in front of the city gate to welcome their arrival.
Soon, a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life came to Marcian, looked him up and down, shook his head and said: "Marquis Marquis, why are you in such a mess, your hand was cut off?
,Pitiful."
A wry smile appeared on Marcian's face. If an ordinary person dared to ridicule him in front of him like this, he would have ordered him to be beaten to death.
But the man in front of him is no ordinary person. He has multiple noble identities, such as Duke of the Empire, Senator of the Noble Senate, Guardian of the North, etc.
Of course, the most fearful thing is the opponent's title, "Wind Sword Master" Jace.
The title of Sword Master alone is enough to make the opponent ridicule anyone except the Byzantine Emperor in person.
"Don't laugh at me, Mr. Jace. I feel very lucky to be able to save my life under a sword master, even if it costs me an arm," Marcian said with a wry smile.
"The opponent also has a strong swordsman?" Jace's eyes flashed with excitement, "I really want to have a good fight with him."
Ever since Jace broke through the holy level and became a big figure in the Byzantine Empire, they haven't competed with each other for a long time. When he first heard that the other party had a strong person of the same level, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.
"Are you the only one?" Marcian looked a little strange. He looked behind Jace Sword Master and was a little disappointed when he didn't see what he wanted.
Seeing Marcian's disappointed look, Jace said displeased: "You don't believe I can deal with that powerful enemy?"
Marcian quickly waved his hands in denial and said: "No, no, no, I definitely didn't mean that. I just think it would be safer if two of your Excellencies take action together."
"This is particularly important to the empire. According to the information we know, only by winning this battle can the empire successfully turn this vast land into an imperial province."
"You know what's going on," Jess snorted coldly: "Modolf is also here, behind the army. He will arrive later."
A look of surprise appeared on Marcian's face: "Is His Excellency the French Saint Modolf here too? With these two Excellencies here, this battle will be won."
Jess said with interest on his face: "Don't worry about that old man Moldoff, tell me quickly, what is the strength of the enemy sword master?"
Marcian smiled bitterly: "Your Excellency, if I could tell you the strength of the sword master, would I still be able to stand here and talk to you?"
Jace's face looked a little ugly, and he grunted: "If I can let you escape, I must be very strong."
Marcian instinctively wanted to retort that he only survived with the help of two holy scrolls.
But seeing Jace's smug face, he suddenly didn't want to say anything anymore. He just laughed and said, "What you said makes sense. The other party is definitely not that strong."
But I am thinking in my heart that if I want you to look down on me, you will have to suffer some loss at the hands of that strong swordsman.
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In Longyou City, a horseman rushed into the city, went straight to the governor's house in the city, and shouted loudly: "There is an urgent situation. A large number of Byzantine soldiers have appeared in Garo City. Please make preparations early."
Han Xin stood up after hearing this, looked to the west, and breathed a sigh of relief: "We're finally here."