A Star from Outer Space!
On the carriage at the very front was a massive and intact Star from Outer Space. This was the first time Aybak had seen such a well-preserved Star from Outer Space. The vast majority of Stars from Outer Space would fiercely burn as they fell. By the time they hit the ground, all that was left of them were irregular pieces of debris, known as Meteoric Metal.
For a Star to maintain its original form after falling to the ground was simply a rare sight! Most importantly, any Arab craftsman would understand that a Star from Outer Space in such a perfect state was the best material for forging. Such a piece of armor could definitely be used to forge a large number of Meteoric Metal armors, and the best kind.
There were seventeen or eighteen carriages here. Could it be …
At this moment, even Aybak, famed for his cruel and merciless methods, couldn't help but gulp. This many Stars from Outer Space was an extremely valuable gift to the Mamelukes.
… But how did the High Priest know that I needed Meteoric Metal?
A thought flashed through Aybak's mind as he recalled the words of the black-robed priest, and he suddenly felt an intense apprehension and respect. He had just received Abu Muslim's letter in the hall, but the High Priest seemed to have foreseen it and had delivered Stars from Outer Space ahead of time. This was an unfathomable and awe-inspiring feat.
But Aybak did not think any further. Anyone who recklessly speculated about the High Priest's actions would not meet a good end.
"Milord, these carriages …"
Aybak hurriedly raised his head to change his thoughts.
"Hahaha, that's right! These seventeen carriages are all Stars from Outer Space, and the High Priest has also specially gifted them to the Mamelukes. This is only the first batch. The second and third batches are already on the way, and it won't be long before they reach Khorasan. With these suits of armor, the Mamelukes will assuredly ascend to the next level and achieve even greater glory. In addition, the High Priest has also sent a powerful formation that can assist the Mamelukes on the battlefield! "
The tall and thin man in black said as he gestured behind him. Hua, very soon, the black cloths on the seventeen carriages were all torn off. Sure enough, the black cloths were all covered with spherical, black stars from beyond the heavens.
"Unbelievable!"
Although Aybak had already guessed this, the sight of the seventeen stars on the seventeen carriages still left him stunned. The probability of meteorites falling was extremely low. It was already good enough to find one, let alone seventeen. Furthermore, out of the 1,000 pieces of wreckage left behind by the fall of a thousand stars, it would already be quite good if one piece was a complete sphere.
However, there were seventeen of them!
Such a phenomenon was beyond common sense. Other than the High Priest, no one else could have done it.
"What request does the High Priest have?"
Aybak asked. One would not visit a temple for no reason, and he had never met the High Priest before. Not only had the High Priest given him a Cosmic Star and a formation, Aybak did not believe that the High Priest would not have any conditions.
"Haha, my lord is wise!"
As expected, the tall and thin priest chuckled.
"Lord Aybak can take all of these things, but the High Priest has a request, and this request does not conflict with Milord's objective. A young commander has appeared at Talas and is the High Priest's target. He hopes that Lord Aybak can take his head and deliver it to the Divine Temple!"
Aybak was at first dazed, then enlightened, and finally relieved.
"Please tell the High Priest that Aybak swears to the death to fulfill the High Priest's wish."
… …
The crushing defeat at Talas had been like a boulder crashing into the Arabian Empire, sending waves through the empire. With the High Priest's intervention, the entire war began to take a confusing turn.
But one thing was certain: the first defeat had not only failed to break the will of this warring kingdom, it had only stimulated this massive empire to the west of the Cong Mountains. Countless soldiers gathered at Khorasan, then charged into Samarkand and the Black Forest. The air was thick with the scent of war.
At the same time, to the east of Talas, sixty-some li away, the atmosphere was much more peaceful.
The first battle was over. Whether it was the Tang Dynasty, Arabia, Ouzan, or the Western Turks, all four sides had suffered grievous losses and needed some breathing room to recover from the wounds of war.
While the Tang Dynasty was strengthening its defenses, Dalun Ruozan and the Duwusili were also welcoming their own era of peace.
"Hualala!"
An Arabian hunting falcon flew down from the sky and into Dalun Ruozan's tent.
"What did Abu Muslim say?"
Dalun Ruozan was seated in front of a low square table, his head not even raised as he examined the map of the continent.
"This is the seventeenth time Abu Muslim has written to me."
On the other side, Huoshu Huicang had a long saber at his waist. He had taken the letter from the hunting falcon, glanced at it, and then closed it.
"This letter is the same as last time. He hopes that we can hold the east and cut off Wang Chong's retreat. It seems that Abu Muslim still has a lot of distrust for us. "
"Haha, we watched from the sidelines in the last battle, so Abu Muslim naturally has an opinion of us. It's already very gracious of him not to curse us in his letter."
Dalun Ruozan faintly smiled, unconcerned. He lowered his head and continued to study the map of the continent.
"But this can't be blamed on us. Before the third wave, Abu Muslim didn't even send out his own soldiers, so how could we? Moreover, we did our best the day before and suffered even more casualties than they did. As for later on, the Arabs won. Who could have imagined that they would be reversed so quickly? At the time, the Tang Dynasty had four Behemoths, and if we charged forward, we would only be throwing our lives away. How can we be blamed for this? "
Huoshu Huizang said.
There had been far too many accidents in this battle. Whether it was Huoshu Huicang or Dalun Ruozan, neither of them wanted to see this development.
"Haaah!"
Dalun Ruozan couldn't help but give a deep sigh at Huoshu Huizang's words.
"In truth, Abu Muslim's words aren't wrong. I truly did miscalculate this time. That person's division of the battlefield was still effective in the end. All of this was an accident for us, but it was inevitable for that person. "
Dalun Ruozan said.
If not for Wang Chong's two steel defense lines, the Ouzan army and the Western Turkic army would have long ago joined up with the Arabs and surrounded the Tang people. There would have been no situation like in the last battle where one side had attacked and the other side had remained uninvolved. Wang Chong's division of the battlefield had not been effective at the time, but no one could ignore its effects.
"Send a letter to Abu Muslim. Be more polite in your wording. Tell him that no matter what, our Ouzan and the Western Turks will defend the eastern defense line to the death and not let the Tang people leave."
"This … okay."
Huoshu Huizang hesitated for a moment before finally nodding.
"That's right, how is Duwusili doing?"
Dalun Ruozan suddenly thought of something and asked.
With these words, the mood in the tent instantly relaxed, and a rare smile appeared on Huoshu Huicang's lips.
"Duwusili has already become completely infatuated with formation phenomena. Ever since that day, he began to cultivate with all his might, hoping to bring the Celestial Wolf Illusory Formation to its highest level."
Huoshu Huizang faintly smiled. Although he had still not found any flaws in the formation phenomena technique he had traded with Wang Chong, all the top-class commanders on the Ouzan side knew that it was a fake. Thus, even if they obtained it, no one would examine it, much less cultivate it. Everything was calm and peaceful.
But the Western Turks, their ally, were different. A mere twenty li away, the Western Turkic camp was abuzz with activity, countless soldiers loudly shouting and sweating as they galloped back and forth. This was a completely different world from the Ouzan.
"Heh, once he realizes that something's wrong, Duwusili will stop."
Dalun Ruozan gently chuckled.
"I really can't understand it. Duwusili is a renowned general of the world, one of the strongest Great Generals. How could he not notice such a simple trick?"
Huoshu Huizang shook his head.
There was not a single Great General in the world who did not possess a vast breadth of vision and experience. Considering that Duwusili was one of the most outstanding of them all, it was even more incomprehensible.
"Men can make mistakes, and horses can stumble. Even if Duwusili is an Imperial Great General, it's not as if he has never made a mistake. In the end, he's still an ally. Send someone to give him a reminder. In addition, send someone to observe the Western Turks and see what they're up to. "
Dalun Ruozan chuckled. To tell the truth, Dalun Ruozan was rather curious as to what they had managed to do with a fake formation phenomena technique that they were still enjoying and showing no signs of stopping.
"Yes! I'll take care of this matter. "
Huoshu Huizang gave a knowing smile and quickly left the tent.
Gallop!
A few moments later, a horseman galloped out of the Ouzan camp, following the official road to the east. Around twenty li later, after crossing a hill, he arrived at the Western Turkic camp.
"Boom!"
Before he had even gotten close, he could hear a peal of thunder in the distance. Puzzled, the cavalryman subconsciously raised his head to take a look, only to see that the sky was clear and boundless. There didn't seem to be any lightning.
"What's going on here?"
The horseman's heart trembled as he subconsciously pulled on the reins and slowed down, his mind filled with confusion.
"Did I hear wrong?"
As this thought flitted through his mind, the Ouzan horseman came back to his senses and galloped toward the hill.
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