Chapter 864: Omar Offers a Strategy

Ling Chen watched Omar before him in silence.

That is correct.

He had come to offer a strategy.

This Sultan of the Putu Kingdom was currently beaming with a fawning smile, waiting for Ling Chen's reply.

Ling Chen could not fathom why the Mandarin favored this fellow he had always looked down upon.

In his eyes, Omar was undoubtedly an opportunist, even a scoundrel.

Originally, under the suppression of the Mughal, the Safavid Dynasty, and the powerful Ottoman Empire, the Putu Kingdom was nothing at all. However, following more than half a year of war, the Putu Kingdom had grown from a tiny, obscure nation into a formidable force; in several major battles, he was the one who had received the largest share of the cake.

His logic was very simple: as long as one was obedient and followed him, there would be meat to eat.

Moreover, Omar was extremely obedient.

Ling Chen, of course, did not know.

The Poppy Heaven in Liu Zheng's plan was already on the verge of being built by Omar.

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The generals nearby could not help but chuckle.

Little Omar

Ling Chen remained silent for a long time before laughing softly: "Sultan, what advice do you have?"

Omar hurriedly accompanied him with a smile: "Oh, General, I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. Just call me Little Ao."

Omar nodded and said: "Exactly!"

Ling Chen's eyes lit up: "Speak quickly."

This fellow, for the sake of his country's interests, truly had no shame left.

Ling Chen was also amused: "Fine, Little Ao, do you have a way to break the city?"

A look of surprise flashed through Ling Chen's eyes.

Did this fellow he looked down upon have some other trick up his sleeve?

Omar took a deep breath and spoke eloquently: "General, allow Little Ao to first analyze the current situation."

"Speak!"

Who doesn't know this?

Don't look at how Nadir Shah is still resisting quite effectively right now. But anyone can see that the Safavid Dynasty is already a lone tree unable to hold up the roof; not only the Longyan Army and the Ottoman army, but even the Khiva Khanate, which has just consolidated its resources, wants to come and get involved—who doesn't like to get rich?

Omar chuckled and bowed obsequiously: "General, in the current situation, this Safavid Dynasty definitely cannot hold on. Being conquered is only a matter of time."

The crowd burst into laughter.

A group of people laughed mockingly.

"However."

Under these circumstances, it was almost impossible for the Safavid Dynasty to preserve its own dynasty.

Who didn't know this? Did it even need you, Omar, to say it?

Omar dared not defy Ling Chen; he let out a 'heh' and said craftily: "General, don't you feel that in this great war, the Ottoman Empire has been a bit too smooth?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's mocking laughter came to an abrupt halt.

Omar gave a slight hum, keeping them in suspense.

Ling Chen frowned: "However what? Speak your mind, spit it out."

If he hadn't mentioned it, Ling Chen wouldn't have noticed.

So at this moment, everyone looked at each other in dismay.

That is correct.

Since Ling Chen's army set out, the Ottoman Empire had also taken advantage of the fire to loot, wanting to resolve the centuries-old hatred between the two countries in one fell swoop. Therefore, after driving straight in, they had been unstoppable, winning every battle along the way.

Omar laughed heartily: "General, that is where you are wrong. Little Ao feels that is not the case."

"Presumptuous!"

Ling Chen said impatiently: "Precisely because of this, we must break this city as soon as possible so we can go and snatch territory from the Ottoman Empire!"

His subordinates also nodded one after another.

Ling Chen's subordinates were all slamming the tables and glaring.

Ling Chen, on the contrary, smiled slightly. If Omar had kept up his fawning and flattering appearance, he would have continued to look down on him. But at this moment, Ling Chen actually appreciated Omar. He said indifferently: "Continue."

"Are you questioning the Great General?"

"You are nothing!"

"What?"

Everyone was greatly alarmed.

Omar coughed on purpose. Ling Chen waved his hand, and a lackey immediately brought him a cup of water.

He took a refreshing gulp and then laughed heartily: "Little Ao thinks we should feign defeat once!"

Several of Ling Chen's subordinates nearby looked ready to draw their blades in anger.

Ling Chen continued: "Let him continue."

Was this Omar crazy?

On the battlefield, who didn't know how important morale was? Since the Longyan Army appeared in the Central Asia theater, they had always been unstoppable and invincible. No one could accept failure. These days, everyone was agonizing over how to take the city, and you say we should lose a battle?

What was this all about?

What faction?

Omar continued to speak eloquently: "You generals come from Longyan and are not very familiar with the situation in Central Asia. The Safavid Dynasty has had intense internal struggles in recent years; the Shia and the Sunni have been fighting to the death. Yet, Nashadier here in Mashhad happens to be Sunni, while the Sultan, far away in the capital Tabriz, is Shia..."

The crowd listened, feeling very confused.

Ling Chen's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

Because during the time he was guarding the Western Regions, the young master had mentioned some things about religious beliefs in a letter to him; Liu Zheng had given Ling Chen the important advice of managing religion, which was what had made the entire Western Regions peaceful and stable.

Ever since the Xie Family began suppressing Buddhism, religion had shown no signs of rising within the country. Therefore, they could not understand how important religious belief was to these religious nations.

Thus, they naturally could not understand what Omar was saying.

Omar breathed a sigh of relief, knowing there was someone who understood the value of his words, and he continued: "Great General, if we feign defeat once to slacken the siege of Mashhad, what do you think will happen?"

Everyone looked at each other in dismay.

"Continue!"

He nodded and said.

What would happen?

Naturally, Nashadier would breathe a huge sigh of relief and might even reorganize his army; if that were the case...

Ling Chen also fell into deep thought.

Feign defeat.

Ling Chen shuddered, looking at Omar with an expression of disbelief.

Omar laughed heartily: "Exactly! When we are besieging the city, the logistics for Mashhad are all handled by the Shia. So, when things slacken here, the Shia will certainly use the name of requesting aid to demand that the Sunni send troops to Tabriz, and the Sunni will have no reason to refuse."

Wrong!

Suddenly.

That is to say, if they pretend to be defeated once, on one hand, the Ottoman Empire will surely increase its offensive against Tabriz upon hearing the news, which will put more pressure on Tabriz. Under such circumstances, Tabriz will naturally come to request aid from the Mashhad that has just breathed a sigh of relief.

And Mashhad will find it very difficult to refuse.

Silence.

The entire room was deathly silent.

Once Nashadier's forces are reduced, they will attack again; wouldn't Mashhad then be easily captured?

In this way.

These two sects, which had just united because they were being invaded and conquered, would surely see their conflicts reignite if one refused the other.

In that case, the Safavid Dynasty would truly be finished.

Good heavens.

What a vicious scheme!

They would also shift most of the Safavid Dynasty's pressure toward the Ottoman side.

Ling Chen stared intently at Omar.

Diverting the disaster!

Feinting to the east while attacking in the west!

This is absolutely a vicious scheme!

Feign defeat, then attack!

In this way.

This battle can be won!