I, the leader of the secret sect, will do great things in the infinite world!

At first there was a dead silence, and then a cheer exploded from the city of Vienna.

Then the cheers became one piece, like a boiling sea.

"What are these people so happy about?" Li Lin chirped unhappily in the teammate channel after lifting the curse, "This is obviously my credit. Look at all these people shouting Long Live Rome."

"Holy Rome is also called Rome? The bottled water is more like Rome than him."

"Why do you say that?" Tallulah, who is very curious about history, asked.

Li Lin patiently explained to her: "Because Rome has an inland sea, a strait, Roman law, a Senate, a polytheistic religion, a farming system, and its abbreviation is SPQR."

"The Holy Roman Empire does not contain all the above elements, and the bottled water at least has inland seas and straits."

"So I don't know why these German barbarians are so proud, and of course I don't think the damn Ottoman is a good thing."

Only when the government was established, Li Lin was more like the "mentor" with sharp views.

"Essentially, the Rome we miss is a greater and more glorious civilization. She is ancient, she is beautiful, and she meets all our fantasies and definitions of greatness."

"Rome wasn't always perfect. She had slavery and a lot of imperfect laws... but people would ignore that."

"People miss her peace and her vast territory. At its peak, Rome covered 500 million square kilometers, and her authority lasted for thousands of years."

"It's not so much that people love Rome, it's better to say that what they love is the perfect Rome in their fantasy."

"Of course, the reason why I praise Rome is not because I like Rome, but because I can see another equally great and ancient civilization through her."

"They are all so ancient, and they are all in such a consistent decline. They have suffered from the iron heels of foreign races, and they have also seen the rise and fall of honor and disgrace. Their fates are so similar, but the results are completely different."

"So it's not so much that I like Rome, it's better to say that I like my civilization."

There should be applause here.

Li Lin's retaliation on the city wall made the Ottomans quite angry, but what was even more annoying was that all the houses on the outskirts of Vienna were burned.

All the houses were burned down by a big fire.

This was naturally Count Stallenberg's strategy. Based on the idea of ​​not being able to support the enemy, he demolished everything that could be demolished after transporting the grain back in advance, and burned what could not be demolished.

"What scorched earth policy, why doesn't he blow up the mouth of the Danube?"

Li Lin was acting strangely on the sidelines.

But it has to be admitted that Earl Stallenberg's move forced Ottoman to camp in an open space, and at the same time their front supplies were stretched very long.

On the first day, neither side engaged in direct combat. The Ottomans were discussing how to carry out a long-term siege, and Count Stallenberg was thinking about the arrival of reinforcements.

Only Li Lin and his group were discussing the possibility of forcing it.

The specific description is... Nian rushed over, and Nian took the heads of Ottoman Grand Vizier and Sultan from the rebel army, and Osman hit gg.

It's a pity that the idea is good, but the reality is terrible.

"There is an upper limit to the output of this secret realm, and it cannot exceed the fifth mark, otherwise it will cause a series of unpredictable changes."

What will change specifically, I can't say if I wipe it in the year.

Li Lin has some guesses about this. The exiles said that a Ligeia lived here since the siege of Vienna 150 years ago... and if nothing unexpected happened, she should still be here 200 years later.

It is very possible that one moment before the nuclear bomb was rubbed with one hand, the next second, Ligeia, who existed in history, would be eyeing her.

Seeing Li Lin's strange expression, Nian leaned over and asked him if he had thought of anything.

Li Lin's dead fish eyes shone slightly: "How about we go to Osman?"

"Why?" Tallulah asked subconsciously.

"Heh, the leader of the dignified integration movement, is he just a fat girl who is passionate about [-] whys? It's really sad." Li Lin sneered.

"Don't be impatient, just speak up if you have something to say." Nian chimed in.

"Actually, it's not the reason. It's just that I have no use here." Li Lin scratched his head, "And as a plague-like mascot, it makes sense for me to go to the Ottomans to weaken them."

Li Lin has always been very self-aware.

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Nian touched his tail with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

That's right, maybe it would be better for a scourge like Li Lin to be thrown into Osman's group?

The thought just passed by.

Looking at Tallulah and Kingslayer, most of them didn't take it seriously.

The Vienna garrison is right in front of you. If you go to Ottoman specifically, aren't you causing trouble for yourself?

From this point, it can be seen that they are still inferior to Li Lin after all. Master Li, who is keen to kill, can't wait to give the Ottomans a big job.

Driven by passion, Master Li immediately apparated and came to the main tent of the Ottoman army. Facing the Mamluk cavalry who were approaching with scimitars in hand, he looked contented.

Here Li Lin was wearing a turban and gently shaking his feather fan, while over there the Mamluk cavalry were on guard with a hint of curiosity.

A Mamluk cavalry captain wearing a turquoise turban came out and pointed at Li Lin: "Are you the stranger who came to seek refuge with the Sultan and Grand Vizier blessed by the benevolent Lord?"

Li Lin looked shocked: "Besides me, there are other idiots here to help you?"

This sentence was so lethal that the Mamluk cavalry captain could not reply for a while.

After a while, he replied bluntly: "Nonsense! Because the Sultan and the Grand Vizier are blessed by the Most Benevolent God, the aliens who are also inspired will gather under the crescent banner... .”

"Where's your horse?"

The cavalry captain who was interrupted seemed a little unhappy: "What did you say?"

"I'm asking you about the horse?" Li Lin's voice was louder than his, "How dare you be called a cavalry captain without a horse?!"

The cavalry captain clenched his fists, but he still suppressed his anger when he thought of the Grand Vizier's courtesy to these aliens:

"Foreigner! I tell you the truth, this is the military tent blessed by the Most Benevolent Lord. All the nobles, generals and civil officials like viziers walking here, and the war horses stay in their own places. Do you still have any questions?"

Li Lin turned around and left.

The confused cavalry captain quickly led people around Li Lin: "Strange man! Where are you going?! Don't you want to see the Grand Vizier?"

"I have tasted enough." Li Lin shook his head and waved his hands. "Why do you have to be respectful to a chief prime minister who is about to become a victim? Have you forgotten what kind of torture the sultan will use for a prime minister who fails his duty?"

"Dereliction of duty? This..."

Before the cavalry captain could express his opinion, Grand Vizier Mustafa walked out of the barracks, followed by 32 castrated eunuch attendants.

The chief minister of the sultan wore a large turban adorned with gold and precious stones, and had two curled beards, and was tall.

"Please come in, please come in." Mustafa showed an unfamiliar smile to Li Lin, "Please explain to me why I became a victim?"

"I don't know." Li Lin raised his eyebrows, "Don't you know it yourself?"

"I really don't know." Mustafa shook his head.

Li Lin replied seriously: "In fact, the Ottoman Empire is powerful and powerful. It is as far away as Rome. When the heavenly army arrives in Vienna, the small city defense will be defeated. I'm afraid you will be able to spend Christmas in Paris in three months."

"How is this possible?" Mustafa retorted instinctively.

"Yes, then you will have to be beheaded by the Sultan." Li Lin said confidently, "The juice is so good that every Ottoman official will go crazy."

"...Not unreasonable." Mustafa sighed after a brief silence.

In fact, the emperor of the Ottoman Empire, that is, the Sultan, generally divided his chief prime minister "Grand Vizier" into three levels.

Annual throw, monthly throw, daily throw.

The year-old prime minister lived a long time, and under normal circumstances, he could get the treatment of being strangled to death by a silk scarf, and the heads of their family members did not have to be placed in the atrium of the palace as bonsai. To be precise, they did not have that qualification.

The monthly version of the prime minister has an extra privilege. They can challenge the exciting poisonous wine. When the sultan summons them, he will order his attendants to serve them juice. The white juice means that they have survived today, and the red juice is full of toxins. The meaning is self-evident.

The prime ministers in the Japanese version have to practice their long-distance running ability, because the moody Sultan will arrange an activity for them, that is, let them race with the chief guard in the palace. If they win, they will be exiled, and if they lose, they will be drowned on the spot.

Mustafa felt that he had worked so hard and deserved to be regarded as an old man, but obviously, the tyrannical contemporary Sultan Mehmet IV didn't think so.

So it is not without reason that the death rate of the Ottoman Prime Minister is comparable to that of the Earl of Glamorgan.

"So what can you do?" Mustafa sighed.

Li Lin opened his mouth and gave him a halal lecture.

"The caliphate was not halfway started, but the middle road collapsed. Today, Ottoman is exhausted. This is really a crisis of life and death. However, the Ghulam relentlessly stays inside, and the Muslims forget themselves outside. It is the special encounter of chasing the first caliph. I want to repay it to the Sudan. Sincerely, it is advisable to open Zhang Shengting, to honor the legacy of the Caliphate, and to promote the halal spirit, and it is not appropriate to belittle oneself and use injustice as a reference to stop the road to purity."

After such an incision, Mustafa looked sideways.

When the two of them reached the big tent in the army, Mustafa personally cut a piece of barbecue for Li Lin: "Dear guest, I hope you can help me."

Seeing Mustafa's look, the confident Li Lin comforted him: "Don't worry, with me here, you are blind."

Li Lin didn't talk nonsense. He dipped his hands in some water on the spot and drew a rough topographic map on the table.

"The puppet dynasty has occupied Vienna for 150 years, and built the city as solid as gold. This time, they even demolished the houses. It is obvious that they came prepared."

"That being the case, why not take this opportunity to destroy the water source?" Li Lin gave Mustafa a bad idea, "Anyway, there are a total of 25 of you."

"Twenty-five thousand people come to the Danube regularly to defecate and pee in the Danube every day to keep those guys in Vienna well fed."

Probably because this description was too vivid, Mustafa's expression suddenly changed three times.

Li Lin smacked his mouth and realized that this clever plan could not be adopted. Li Lin shook his feather fan lightly and smiled sternly: "In this case, let's change a strategy."

This kind of painting style is really inappropriate. The prime minister of the Ottoman Empire in front of him couldn't see it. He can only say that their heads were beheaded.

"I'm all ears." Mustafa breathed a sigh of relief. Li Lin's previous description was too shocking, which frightened him a little bit.

"Then attack by force!" Li Lin shouted loudly, "Bring on your bravery to capture Constantinople. Where is the backbone of the dryland ship-riding girl?"

"I guess what you want to say is boating on dry land?" Mustafa hesitated.

The dismantled Li Lin glared fiercely.

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In any case, things like sailing on dry land are unreliable, and with the current family background of the Ottoman Empire, there is no need to play this at all.

They have lost the courage they had when they entered the customs.

Although Li Lin was a little confused, he was still sent by Mustafa to rest in the camp exclusively for aliens.

In any case, these "wizards" who walk in the mysterious world and possess mysterious powers are worthy of the attention of secular officials like them.

The moment he stepped into the camp in front of him, the words on the ground reappeared.

[You have come to the camp of the Ottoman army. 】

[In this era, there is no clear distinction between mystics who purely study the great secrets and extraordinary people who study invisible arts. 】

[You have come to a place where a group of mystics and extraordinary people gather. They come here for different purposes. Some have ambitions to climb up, some seek further possibilities, and some are just a mass of longing Burning flames, hoping to find the same source of fire on the battlefield. 】

Li Lin suddenly became interested.

No matter how powerful the people in the secret realm are, they are still fake. It is impossible for them to really pull out the Judgment and hack all 25 Ottomans to death with one blow.

Look, isn't the main line of this mission coming soon?

Li Lin took the initiative to reach out to the hooded guy in front of him who looked like a shovel.

"Guess who I am?"

Such an unconventional negotiation made the surrounding people look sideways.

The guy wearing a flat hood and looking like a cobra didn't seem to want to speak.

After all, talking to Li Lin seems to be a very dishonorable behavior.

Seeing that the rice shovel did not give him face, Li Lin's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he stretched out his fingers to point at his flat hood, shaking:

"I advise you that this npc should not be ignorant of praise. I am a voter of the double-horned axe. Don't regret it then!"

The pupils of the guy in the flat hood shrank, and then he decided to give in: "Hello..."

"Humph."

Li Lin expressed his disdain with a short word, vividly reflecting the mockery of the bullying guy in front of him.

The hood looked humiliated.

Not to mention 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, Li Lin didn't even want to wait for three seconds.

He even deliberately leaned to the side of the flat hood and whispered: "Just wait, wait until I go to report you with the double-horned axe, and just wait until Si Chen wears your shoes."