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Chapter 147 Weapons and Tactics? We have plenty!

Wang Meng's tone was heavy with emotion, and he felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

Besides the original border troops, most of their men were newly joined rebels.

Even the swords in his hands were the same ones issued by the imperial court earlier, and they were so worn that they were almost dull, making even chopping wood a chore.

I am afraid……

They probably wouldn't even be as good as what the rebel armies in the eastern prefectures and counties looted on the spot.

The equipment on the imperial side, however, consisted of brand-new equipment created in recent years, and the difference in quality was enormous.

Lin Ye lifted his slightly drooping eyelids, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"Moreover," Wang Meng took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing his thoughts, and continued.

"Those men were highly skilled in martial arts, and their commanders were also experts in military strategy. When they fought, it was as if they could predict ten steps ahead of their opponents..."

He paused for a few seconds, then spoke again, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a hint of disbelief and panic.

"—The worst part is! Those people aren't afraid of death! One falls, and ten more step over the corpse and rush forward without even blinking, they're all like madmen!"

Fearless and undying... suicide squads?

Lin Ye's eyes narrowed slowly; this was something he had thought of.

He had "seen" it in Ye Fan's memories.

Those should be Ye Fan's trump cards left for Shu Jingwei.

A private army selected from homeless orphans and beggars from various places, secretly trained and tempered for many years.

Because it was meant for Shu Jingwei, Ye Fan never personally participated in the training.

He had never even seen those people's faces; from beginning to end, that group only recognized one master—

It's Shu Jingwei.

In addition, there was the iron-refining method that Ye Fan had proposed before his imprisonment...

With so much time having passed, it is not impossible for a nation to secretly research and develop a batch of weapons and armor that surpass those of the time.

That was an elite force, armed to the teeth, well-trained, and absolutely loyal to the Empress.

"Da, da, da..."

Lin Ye tapped his index finger lightly on the armrest of the black leather sofa.

Wang Meng kept talking on the other end, his voice becoming increasingly rapid with anxiety.

"Master Lin, what do you suggest we do? Or... or should we do what we did before? Try to turn them against us?"

The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed, and he spoke faster and faster.

"Those people are also paid and given wages; they can't all be completely loyal, can they? If we offer better terms—"

"Those people can't be turned," Lin Ye thought to himself, cutting him off.

His voice was not loud, even steady, but it was like a sharp blade, cleanly and decisively cutting off all the wishful thinking in Wang Meng's words.

Wang Meng's voice stopped abruptly, and he looked up at the sky with a puzzled expression.

On the sky, Lin Ye didn't look at him; in fact, his gaze lowered again.

After a brief pause, Lin Ye uttered the last few words, like a final verdict:

"Kill them!"

The moment the word "kill" was uttered, the wind outside suddenly picked up.

A few wisps of smoke drifted in through the crack in the window that wasn't closed properly, making a whistling sound.

In the northern border of the Great Flame Kingdom, Wang Meng suddenly froze, speechless.

A moment later, he let out a heavy sigh.

"I understand," Wang Meng's voice rang out again.

This time, all the haste, panic, and uncertainty vanished.

His voice carried a resolute determination to risk everything, each word embodying the undisguised ruthlessness and chilling intensity honed over years of battlefield experience.

"Then kill them!"

Lin Ye did not respond immediately.

He leaned back, sinking completely into the sofa back, tilted his head slightly, and turned his gaze to the left.

Outside the window, the city is being bathed in the last rays of the setting sun.

The blood-red light splashed across the maple forest outside the orphanage, creating a strange and magnificent beauty.

His own blurry shadow was reflected in the windowpane—

A face with sharp angles, slightly furrowed brows, and an unyielding coldness in his eyes.

Kill them, of course we must kill them.

But how do you kill him?

Lin Ye's thoughts were churning. He retrieved one idea after another, only to throw it back after deducing its impracticality.

The item transfer station has limitations on the items that can be transferred; guns and cannons are out of the question.

However, divine weapons...

In ancient times, conditions were limited, and even with Ye Fan's improved iron-smelting techniques, the upper limit was not high.

Can the so-called "divine weapon" be more "divine" than the most ordinary steel in modern times?

Lin Ye stopped tapping his fingers.

A social news report not long ago covered an incident.

There is a steel factory in Jiangcheng that is about to go bankrupt. The factory manager seems to be surnamed Chen.

The report was quite poignant; the factory manager had been tricked and blindly expanded production, resulting in an astronomical backlog of steel bars.

When the delivery date arrived, the buyer disappeared without a trace.

Those steel bars are of no use to large clients with established channels, and selling them piecemeal would be a drop in the ocean.

The factory quickly ran out of cash, workers couldn't be paid, and suppliers couldn't repay their debts...

Finally, with no other options, they turned to the media for help, hoping to find a buyer.

However, he has not heard any news of the sale until now.

Those steel bars, if transported to Da Yan...

Isn't it just a ready-made, indestructible "divine weapon"?

Lin Ye sat up straight again and continued speaking in his mind via private chat.

"Wang Meng."

"Yes!" came the immediate reply.

"Don't rush." The corners of Lin Ye's mouth curved upwards in a barely perceptible, very faint arc.

"Isn't it just divine weapons and so-called superb military tactics?"

He paused, then spoke clearly, word by word:

"We have plenty!"

"Huh?" Wang Meng was clearly not in a hurry to react and let out a short question.

"Have someone guard the place where the incubation fluid was received last time." Lin Ye gave the order directly without further explanation, his tone decisive and leaving no room for argument.

"Once I have everything prepared, I will send it to you."

"Understood!!" Wang Meng realized what was happening, his eyes widening suddenly, his pupils contracting in disbelief and a surge of hope.

Then, the lines etched by time on his rugged face relaxed, illuminated by a light that was almost ecstatic.

"Your humble servant obeys! We will defend it to the death! We won't let even a fly in! Immortal Lin, we...we await your news!"

His voice still trembled, but this time it was a tremor of excitement.

"Um."

Lin Ye responded but didn't say anything more, letting him go about his business.

Mentally call the system again:

[System, close the live stream.]

[Ding—Live stream closed. Would you like to settle now?]

【Yes. 】

[Settlement in progress]

[Live Streaming Data Statistics]

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