I really can't control myself

"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 has experience on the battlefield and has fought hundreds of battles, large and small, while Klose is from the magic academy, the type who immerses himself in studying magic and has almost never been on the battlefield, so The response 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 wants 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 it shouldn’t be possible to kill him, just like I can’t kill him, 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. They said it was 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 fail. Everyone was waiting for the discussion between the two saints, so they took the opportunity to secretly move the troops to this hill. This is the best ambush location. 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 does understand military affairs, and his judgment position is exactly the same as Linton's. It is true that the location of this hill is very good. If an army is ambushed on it, it will 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, these are all told to the marshal on the front line and let him actually operate them.

"It's better to leave this matter to me." Linton said suddenly.

"What?" Wigley was stunned for a moment.

"I have a very good idea. If I don't want to go to the front line to fight against such a sword master, I can trap the opponent by the way." Linton said.

"Are you planning to spar with the Tirant Sword Master? This is the enemy's plan. 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 could not stop Linton. If he decided, Wigley could not 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 right 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 site 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 take advantage of the night to prepare at the ambush site 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 be more than capable of fighting. After thinking about it, Wigley decided not to doubt people but not to use them. Since he believed in Linton's statement, he would trust him to the end. This can be regarded as 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 made Garsain inexplicably anxious. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't see anything wrong. Moreover, Linton never showed up, which made him even more irritated. After all, if Linton never came, it would bring great shame to their empire, and it would also affect the morale of the battle, but his uncle always saw The beginning has not yet come to an end, and one does not know whether it will 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 sentence now?" Garsain said, "I thought you wouldn't be able to 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, besides Bayar before." Linton said.

"..." Sure enough, after seeing each other for a month, Linton was still Linton, speaking with the same arrogance. Garsain 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 see me."

Hearing that it was official, Garsain became serious. Linton must have come here after seeing Wigley, and 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 is a general from the western part of the empire. I heard that he joined the army at the age of fifteen 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, while Linton was debugging the machine over there. Yes, in front of Linton is a modern missile launch vehicle. Of course LaRouze saw it, but he didn't know what it was. Although he wanted to ask, now was 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 was in the letter, asking him to use Linton's name to invite the Tirant Sword Master opposite to come over for a gathering. It happened to be evening now, so let's have a dinner or something. The other party is at the Saint level, so he won't worry that they will really ambush him, so he will 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 he has it, it's not like he can just launch it casually. It actually comes with an aiming Lens, but it must be debugged before it can be used.

Fortunately, this thing is commercial after all. Stark Industries produces this for the military, so it can't be very complicated. Getting started only requires a while of research. Linton also looked for his points store and found that there is also the skill of Mechanical Specialization. I don’t know who dropped it from the Marvel world. It is very cheap. It only costs 1100 points to exchange for a C-level. Linton also I just bought it and am currently researching it. It should not be difficult to get it done.

"Weapon?" Both of them were stunned. Is this a weapon? After looking at the strange shape of the missile vehicle, both of them felt 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'm just responsible for demonstrating it, and I'll show it to the Sword Master opposite later." Linton looked at the hills ahead with a smile and said.