On a cold, windy morning, Yue Fei led tens of thousands of his Beiwei Army soldiers to the temporary fortress built by Lin Mo.

This place is about forty miles away from Xichuan City. It is backed by high mountains and the Min River of Shu is to the south, which is the water source for the Great Xia army.

Upon Yue Fei's arrival, Lin Mo convened a military conference.

Inside the tent, Yao Guangxiao pointed to the sand table and began to explain the current battle situation.

“Saladin’s troops are deployed north of Xichuan City. This army is mostly infantry and has well-equipped siege weapons. They are the main force for the siege,” Yao Guangxiao said. “Bobwin’s army is mostly cavalry, and his crusaders are deployed south of Xichuan City.”

To the west of Xichuan City lay the combined forces of Qiu Zi and the Abbasid Caliphate, who had been defeated by Bai Qi.

As for the east side of Xichuan City.

My lord, it's very strange.

They didn't deploy a single soldier, seemingly intentionally leaving this side open for us to go and provide support.

Meanwhile, reports came from scouts.

The enemy's siege was progressing very slowly, with Saladin's troops and the Chuz Arab coalition launching only sporadic attacks each day.

Moreover, in many cases, they only used catapults to launch ranged attacks.

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yu's eyes turned cold, and he said, "The enemy is convinced of their victory and wants to lure us here in an attempt to wipe us out in one fell swoop!"

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that Bai Qi had the illusion that Saladin and Bob Win were nothing special.

After all, Xichuan City was completely surrounded, and the information that could be obtained was limited, so it was understandable that incorrect judgments would occur.

"How many enemy troops are there?" Lin Mo asked.

“At least 1.4 million,” Yao Guangxiao replied.

Lin Mo's army only numbered 200,000.

Among them were 500 Imperial Guards, 4,500 Tang Dynasty Xuanjia Heavy Cavalry, 31,000 Hu-style Archer Cavalry, 28,000 Beiwei Army, 50,000 light cavalry, and the rest were infantry.

The disparity in troop strength between the two sides is not small.

"My lord, shall we enter the city or launch a surprise attack on the enemy?" Qin Liangyu asked.

Lin Mo frowned; this was a death trap question.

Faced with overwhelming numerical superiority, all tactics are just fancy nonsense.

A fight between 1.4 million and 200,000 is equivalent to seven against one.

Oh, no.

That's not how it should be described.

One million four hundred thousand doesn't mean one hundred and forty people fighting twenty.

An army of over a million cannot be compared in this way, because if 140 people are fighting 20, the weaker side can play guerrilla warfare and engage in protracted warfare.

With an army of 1.4 million, they could easily cut off Lin Mo's retreat with cavalry when he launched his attack, then send out flanking forces to divide Lin Mo's troops into several segments and annihilate them in batches.

With enough people, there are many tactics that can be arranged.

In short, once surrounded, Lin Mo would have no chance of escape.

Moreover, time was Lin Mo's enemy at this point, not his friend.

Because in Tianguan Mountain, Constantine's Byzantine army could appear behind Lin Mo at any moment.

Therefore, Lin Mo not only had to fight with fewer troops, but also had to finish the battle quickly.

Faced with such a disadvantage, Xiang Yu was the first to step forward and loudly proclaimed, "In battle, courage is paramount. One must strike with full force at the first drumbeat, for the second will be weaker, and the third will be exhausted. In battle, one should not worry too much. In my humble opinion, we must strike with full force at the first drumbeat and catch them off guard."

Xiang Yu dared to say that, and he certainly had the confidence to do so.

His inherited memories are consistent with those of Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, in Chinese history.

In the Battle of Julu, Xiang Yu famously destroyed his cooking pots and sank his boats, achieving nine victories in nine battles. He led 50,000 Chu troops to a crushing defeat of 400,000 Qin troops.

It became one of the most famous battles in Chinese history where a smaller force defeated a larger one.

It appears that 50,000 men are fighting 400,000, a troop strength ratio of one to eight.

Don't forget that behind Xiang Yu were hundreds of thousands of allied forces of various lords who were watching from the sidelines!

Although the allied forces of the feudal lords remained neutral, Qin's commander-in-chief, Zhang Han, had to be on guard!

Moreover, after achieving initial victories through his decisive actions, Xiang Yu's overwhelming power, according to historical records, led to the submission of all the feudal lords to his command, which paved the way for his subsequent victory in leading the allied forces to annihilate the main force of the Qin generals.

Where's Lin Mo? He's got a bunch of reinforcements!

At the same time, the most critical issue is...

A miracle becomes a miracle because the outcome is unrepeatable.

Can a dramatic comeback happen anytime, anywhere?

Can that still be called a comeback against all odds? Can that still be called a miracle?

This battle is not only about Lin Mo's life and death, but also about the fate of the Great Xia Dynasty and all its people!

Lin Mo didn't want to take such a risk unless absolutely necessary!

After much deliberation, Lin Mo finally spoke, "Please allow me to reconsider!"

After leaving the tent, Lin Mo led Xu Chu away from the camp with their horses.

When the sentry came up to ask questions, Lin Mo patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to stand properly.

The two then rode along the Min River to a secluded place.

Right there, Lin Mo dismounted and gestured for Xu Chu to get off as well.

"My lord, why are you doing this?" Xu Chu asked him.

“Let’s practice together!” Lin Mo replied. “Remember, don’t hold back.”

"Here? At a time like this?" Xu Chu asked, puzzled.

“Yes!” Lin Mo said firmly.

At that moment, Lin Mo had a crazy idea in his mind: "Could I turn the tide against all odds by relying on my own abilities?"

Because he remembered the god hidden within his body in the temple of the Forbidden Sea, and the battle between him and Xiang Yu.

If Lin Mo had that kind of strength.

What Templars, what Saladin, what Bob Wyn?

They're all scum!

Therefore, Lin Mo wanted to test his true strength.

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