Of the four Behemoths, only one was still alive. Just one was enough to deal a destructive blow to Ouzan. Moreover, an army filled with righteous indignation was bound to win. The Tang Dynasty had just defeated the Arabs, and their morale was at its peak. Recklessly attacking them now was not a good idea.
"Wang Chong, in the end, the borrowed strength isn't your true strength. You've already lost your greatest barrier, and everything has returned to square one. Let's see what you do next. "
Dalun Ruozan mentally muttered to himself. Dalun Ruozan's lips curled into a smile as he looked at the giant ape that had stopped at some point and the young figure on its left shoulder. For some reason, the moment he saw the Arabs retreat, he felt a little more relaxed.
In the end, Wang Chong had not died to the Arabs.
He finally had a chance to realize his dream, to personally defeat Wang Chong in the fields of strategy and strategy!
… …
In the distance, several thousand zhang from the City of Talas, war drums resounded through the air. Standing on the giant ape's shoulder, Wang Chong finally gave the order to withdraw. With Wang Chong's order, the advancing Tang army suddenly seemed to run into an invisible barrier and stopped their pursuit.
Fenglin Mountains was a place where orders were strictly enforced. At this moment, the Tang Dynasty army displayed a superb level of military discipline and training.
"Chong-er."
A dignified and dignified voice, extremely familiar, resounded through the air. Wang Yan, dressed in armor and riding a large horse, stood on the ground, a hint of worry in his eyes.
"How is the giant ape doing? Can it still hold? "
The giant beasts fell one after another. The death of each of these behemoths would cause a huge shock to both sides of the battlefield. Even now, Wang Yan still didn't understand what was going on, nor did he ask. But the fact that one Behemoth after another was dying was clearly not good.
"It's fine. The Consecrated can still hold on!"
Wang Chong indifferently said.
Although he was anxious in his heart, he did not reveal any of it. The death of the giant beast was inevitable. No matter what the specific reason was, it was already a fait accompli. More importantly, the death of the three giant beasts had already caused a subtle change to the battlefield.
Up ahead, on the western horizon of the City of Talas, the retreating Arabs had begun to slow down. Although they were still badly shaken, they were no longer as panicked and fearful as before. From his position on the giant ape's shoulder, Wang Chong could clearly see Abu Muslim and Ziyad gathering the army.
"I hope this giant ape can last a little longer …"
At this thought, Wang Chong turned his head and looked at the giant ape beside him. Both of the Great Ape's ears were dripping with black blood. From Wang Chong's perspective, even the corners of the Great Ape's eyes and nose were dripping with black blood. The stench in the air was very strong.
The Great Ape was in an extremely bad state. Its breathing was heavy and ragged, like bellows, and its aura was rapidly weakening. Wang Chong was doing his utmost to slow down the death of the Great Ape's brain, minimizing the amount of Psychic Energy he could use to control it, but the Great Ape's death still seemed inevitable.
All Wang Chong could do now was delay the death of the Great Ape for as long as possible.
"Abu Muslim isn't easy to deal with. With the death of three Behemoths, it seems like Abu Muslim has come back from the ashes and is beginning to covet the Tang Dynasty once more. Chong-er, if the last Behemoth dies as well, we'll have to prepare for the worst. "
Wang Yan worriedly said.
Before this westward march, none of them had heard of the name Abu Muslim, but now, there was probably no one who didn't know of the Arabian Empire and Abu Muslim. The strength of this empire was far greater than they had imagined.
And as the highest commander of the Arabian east, Abu Muslim was like a tiger or a wolf. As long as there was the slightest opening, he would take advantage of it, never letting go of a chance to destroy or subjugate his foe. It wasn't that Wang Yan had never encountered a formidable foe in his life, but he had never encountered an Imperial Great General like the Governor of Iron and Blood, who had such an intense desire to conquer.
This man seemed to have been born for war!
In his body, the desire to conquer seemed to transcend the individual life, becoming an instinct.
"Father, be at ease. He won't."
Wang Chong suddenly smiled at Wang Yan's words. He gazed into the distance, his gaze incomparably sharp, as though he could see through everything.
"The Arabs have suffered grievous losses, probably losing even more people than we did. The Behemoth Army is already under my control, and the Skyquaking Army has lost more than half its soldiers. Without the help of these two armies, Abu Muslim doesn't have much of an advantage over us. More importantly … the morale of the Arabs doesn't allow them to endure another battle! "
At the end, Wang Chong's expression was resolute. As a War Saint, Wang Chong had seen far more than the average person. The Tang Dynasty had been able to rally their morale and launch a counterattack because they had found a flaw in the Behemoth, the most crucial part of the battlefield. Moreover, they had used the Psychic Energy Domain to completely rewrite the battle.
By using the abilities of the Behemoth, Wang Chong was able to rally the morale of the Tang Dynasty's army back to its lowest point, allowing it to pursue the Arabs in a single spurt. But the Arabs were panic-stricken, fearful, and uneasy … As long as the Behemoth still existed, it would be an enormous deterrent.
In these circumstances, the morale of the Arab army had plummeted, and it was simply impossible for it to launch another battle against the Tang Dynasty and reverse the course of the war. The only person who could do anything was Abu Muslim. However, it was just a thought for a single person to take on an entire legion.
Moreover, after so many battles, even Abu Muslim had probably used up a lot of energy and weakened his strength. His situation was not optimistic.
… …
While Wang Chong was observing Abu Muslim and the Arab army, Abu Muslim was also observing the Tang army, which had suddenly stopped its pursuit.
Wang Chong's judgment was correct. Abu Muslim's current condition was not very optimistic. Using an ancient bronze artifact like the Eye of the Demon God did not come without a price. Resisting the attacks of four Behemoths alone was not as easy as imagined.
Abu Muslim's strength was no longer at its peak.
"Have you brought the person?"
Abu Muslim suddenly asked without turning his head.
"Lord Governor, he has arrived."
A boorish voice replied from the rear. A fierce Arab general, his body as sturdy as a mountain and wearing full armor, threw a scarlet-robed attendant so thin that only bones remained. Boom! The attendant was smashed to the ground in a cloud of dust.
Cough, cough!
The red-robed attendant coughed as he crawled up from the ground, his face covered in blood. These attendants and servants of Masil didn't know any martial arts, and their bodies were not as strong as martial artists. A single smash had left him with significant injuries.
However, the red-clothed attendant had no time to care about his injuries. Looking at the majestic figure in front of him, the red-clothed attendant was filled with fear. His legs were even trembling due to excessive fear, as if he would collapse at any time.
"Lord … Lord Governor."
The attendant's voice trembled as if he was on the verge of tears.
Abu Muslim slightly creased his brow, but he quickly forgot about this matter.
"Let me ask you, what happened to those Behemoths? Their bodies were clearly intact and not fatally wounded, so why did they suddenly die?"
The Behemoth Army was the strongest force of the Arabian Empire, far surpassing any other army. It was also the force that the Caliph placed the greatest importance on. It was precisely for this reason that Abu Muslim had decided to mobilize the Behemoth Army when he realized that Talas would be difficult to take. But the Behemoth Army had first been controlled and then mysteriously died. If this news were to get back, the entire empire would be thrown into turmoil.
Those factions that had been subdued and suppressed by the empire in the past would probably begin to grow disloyal and restless. There was even a chance that they might rise up in revolt again.
"Milord, the Behemoths … the Behemoths died because of their brains. Their brains aren't that powerful."
The red-robed attendant's voice was filled with fear, and his forehead was drenched in cold sweat. In just a few moments, his palms and feet were covered in sweat.
"Brains? What do you mean? "
Abu Muslim suddenly turned his head. Next to him, even Ziyad turned his head, confusion on his face. The two supreme commanders stared at each other, the invisible pressure seemingly tangible. The red-robed attendant's expression turned even more fearful, and his head dropped to his waist.
"I don't know the specifics, but when I was at Lord Masil's side, I once inadvertently heard him say …"
The red-robed attendant trembled in fear, not daring to hide anything.
"Although the Behemoths have enormous bodies, their brains are very small and fragile. They can't endure Psychic Energy for long periods of time or too much control. Thus, unless absolutely necessary, Lord Masil rarely uses Psychic Energy to control the Behemoths. He mostly uses supplementary methods, doing his best to use the instincts of the Behemoths to destroy and destroy.
"Although the Behemoths are powerful, they are still essentially animals, acting on instinct. This instinct isn't a problem, and they have no problem in attacking cities or destroying strategic towns. All we need to do is make sure that the Behemoths don't get too close to each other.
"I heard all of this from Lord Masil."
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