"This is …"
Dalun Ruozan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he looked at the chaotic scene in the rear, a solemn expression on his face. The northern part of the Ouzan encampment was filled with howling winds and an incomparably cold white mist. At some point in time, it had swept in from the north. Under the influence of this cold current, the temperature of the entire Ouzan encampment plummeted. When the white mist spread across the sky, it immediately affected the Ouzan army.
From where Dalun Ruozan stood, he could see that more than one-fifth of the encampment was shrouded in mist. Not a single person could be seen, and this cold mist was still rapidly spreading across the entire encampment.
"Ah, it's so cold!"
"What's going on? I can't see anything, help me!"
"Warhorses are afraid of the cold, I can't control them. Ah, no, they've escaped! "
… …
The entire encampment was in chaos. Many of the stronger soldiers didn't feel much of the cold mist, but some of the weaker Ouzan soldiers began to shiver from the cold.
"Bastards! You pieces of trash, can't you even hold back a warhorse?! "
Huoba Sangye flew into a rage. Before anyone could react, he suddenly pulled a warhorse over, mounted it, and charged into the area where the mist was thickest in the distance. Several Mutri Great Cavalry soldiers followed closely behind him.
"Prime Minister, it's not yet time for it to snow, so why is the temperature dropping? Is this normal?"
Huoshu Huizang suddenly asked. The Ouzan people had some understanding of the Western Regions. Usually, the temperature would drop just before it started snowing, but there were still at least two months before it started.
Dalun Ruozan didn't say anything. His eyes flickered as he vaguely thought of something, but he couldn't quite grasp it.
"Look!"
While he was deep in thought, a sudden cry rang out. At first, no one paid much attention, but gradually, the commotion grew louder and louder. Countless soldiers raised their heads, as if noticing something.
"Prime Minister, look at the sky!"
Suddenly, a voice came from beside him. Even Huoshu Huizang couldn't help but raise his head and look at the sky.
Dalun Ruozan's heart trembled slightly. He couldn't help but raise his head and follow everyone's gaze. When he saw the source of the exclamations, even Dalun Ruozan couldn't help but feel his heart tremble violently.
"This … Black Sun Corrosion!"
In the sky, in the depths of the clouds, a dim red sun hung high in the sky, and in the core of the sun, there were clearly a few huge round black spots, as if a few of them had been corroded.
"Oracle!"
This was not Dalun Ruozan's voice, but Dusong Mangpoje and Huoshu Huizang's. The two of them stared at the black speck of the sun in the sky in unprecedented shock.
"How is this possible? The prophecy of the Divine Temple really came true!"
Dusong Mangpoje muttered to himself. At this moment, all three of them had the same thought.
"Black Sun Corrosion! Three-eyed Golden Crow! Horse Treads on White Frost! "
This was the news that had come from the highest oracle of the Ouzan Empire. After receiving three identical oracles saying that 'danger rises from the east', the Tsenpo had paid an enormous price to use a shaman to obtain more information. Every six thousand years, the Ouzan Plateau would undergo a massive transformation. All the civilization on the plateau would be wiped away and everything would return to its original state.
Before this calamity, three kinds of abnormal phenomena would appear. And the Black Sun Corrosion was the beginning of everything.
According to the contents of the oracle, if all three phenomena occurred, the Ouzan Empire and the civilization it represented would be completely obliterated from the face of the world.
At this moment, Dalun Ruozan, Huoshu Huizang, and Dusong Mangpoje, the three supreme figures of the Ouzan Empire, felt their hearts sink.
"Great Minister, could it be that what the oracle said will really happen?"
Dusong Mangpoje stood at Dalun Ruozan's side, his expression grave.
"Whether or not it will happen, we won't let it happen. Isn't that our goal in coming here?"
Dalun Ruozan raised his head.
Dusong Mangpoje nodded, saying nothing more.
The sun was the purest and most unyielding existence in the world, brimming with boundless energy. It was pure and devoid of impurities, and no one had ever seen such a phenomenon. Black Sun Corrosion was not something that would normally occur. Not too long ago, everyone had believed that the oracle was very far from them, but now, when they saw the black sun corrosion in the sky, they all felt a direct threat.
Either you die, or I die. The danger rises from the east, and all threats originate from the Tang dynasty. If we want to avoid the calamity of the oracle, we must destroy the Tang dynasty. No matter what, we must win this battle!
Dusong Mangpoje quietly said to himself, his eyes inadvertently glancing at Dalun Ruozan and Huoshu Huizang. Dusong Mangpoje knew that the two of them were thinking the same thing.
The signs had already appeared. If they wanted to avoid the fate of the Zhangzhung Dynasty from several thousand years ago, Ouzan could only defeat the Tang dynasty, and Talas would be the most crucial battle.
Whoosh!
In the sky, endless clouds surged over from all directions. The dim red sun only existed for a short moment before it completely disappeared. The world suddenly became much colder. Neither Dalun Ruozan nor Dusong Mangpoje knew that this would be the last time they would see the sun this winter.
Bzzz! A white torrent of cold air swept through the Ouzan camp. At almost the same time, the Western Turkic camps several dozen li away, the distant City of Talas, and the entire northern region were shrouded in a white fog.
"It's starting so soon?"
On the training ground in the northern part of the City of Talas, the banner representing the Tang dynasty fluttered in the wind. Beneath the banner, Wang Chong gazed at the white fog and muttered to himself. At this moment, no one but himself knew what he was thinking.
… …
Flapflap! Wings flapped through the sky. Not even Dalun Ruozan had expected that with the appearance of the black erosion of the sun, something unexpected would occur. At dusk, eagles descended from the sky, bringing news from the Ouzan Plateau.
The last two of the three major training camps of the Ouzan Plateau, the Yarlung Royal Lineage, the great clans of the plateau, and the many valiant generals of the plateau had all sent letters expressing their support for Dalun Ruozan.
The appearance of the black erosion of the sun had made all the ancient clans and factions of the Ouzan Plateau feel a sense of panic and threat. Even though the plateau was in a state of extreme shortage of soldiers, all these ancient clans and factions were doing their utmost to assist Dalun Ruozan.
A total of forty thousand elite soldiers were setting off from the plateau to the City of Talas to reinforce Dalun Ruozan.
… …
While Dalun Ruozan, Duwusili, Wang Chong, and the others were still enduring the onslaught of the south, in the distant Khorasan to the south, waves of heat were roiling in the distance.
Boom!
"Ha!"
… …
In the sky above the governor's residence in the center of Khorasan, thick smoke roiled and flames raged. Muscular and bare-chested Arab blacksmiths stood in a circle, their hands gripping heavy hammers that they raised high and then hammered down, creating countless sparks. Boomboomboom! The sounds of the hammers resounded through the air.
As these Arab blacksmiths hammered around the clock, armor pieces were slowly taking shape on the metal platforms.
Nearby, Aybak looked at the bustling scene in the courtyard and nodded in satisfaction.
"Not bad! In one month, all ten thousand sets of armor should be finished. When the time comes, we will become the strongest existence in the history of the Mamelukes! "
At this moment, Aybak's eyes exploded with ambition. The Mamelukes had always been the strongest force of the Arabian Empire, but with the Meteoric Star metal delivered by the High Priest, an even stronger Mameluke army would appear in his hands. Equipped with the full set of Meteoric Star armor and the formidable fighting power of the Mamelukes, there would be no force on the continent that could contend against the Mamelukes, not even the so-called Wushang Cavalry of the east.
"Faisal, has the Sindhi Hyderabad ore arrived?"
Aybak's eyes were like lightning as he stood on the high steps, not even turning his head.
"Milord, it is still on the way. In three days, it will reach Khorasan and can be tempered at any time! Ghassani is personally leading the escort team, so there won't be any problems. "
A Mameluke officer with a hawk-like nose and a black crescent moon earring in his left ear spoke. He had a sharp gaze and appeared extremely dangerous.
Faisal was the deputy commander of the Mameluke Army, the second-in-command of the army.
It was rumored that while conquering a powerful country in the north of the Arabian Empire, Faisal had accidentally separated from the main force and fallen into a tight encirclement. By the time the Mamelukes found him, he had been fighting for seven days and nights in the enemy's territory. Corpses had piled up around him, including those of the enemy commanders who had lured him there. The blood flowing from these corpses dyed the streets of the city red.
Faisal became famous in this battle and was called the Eagle of the God of Death!
"Very good!"
Aybak's eyes flashed with a bright light. Ghassani was the third-in-command of the Mamelukes, a peak Brigadier General whose fighting power rivaled that of a Great General. With him escorting them, there would be no problems. Even if the rebel army that had been conquered by the Arabs wanted to do something, they would never succeed.
"Tell Ghassani that if he encounters any rebel army survivors while transporting the Hyderabad ore, kill them all!"
"Yes, Milord!"
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