"But Father, the Young Marquis Wang Chong is the Son of Heaven's disciple, and his grandfather, Duke Jiu, is a man of virtue and prestige, renowned throughout the world. Moreover, in the war of the southwest, the Young Marquis used up all his wealth to hire several thousand soldiers and brave enormous risks to enter the southwest. In the end, he turned the tide and saved the common people of the southwest from disaster. Is such a loyal subject not worthy of our Yuchi Clan's help? "
Yuchi Fen clutched his swollen face, still wanting to argue.
"Bastard! The winner takes all! Today, the Wang Clan is a loyal subject, but how do you know that the Wang Clan will not be traitors and traitors in the future? Moreover, our Yuchi Clan's Ultimate Martial Army only serves the country. If we are used by the Wang Clan and the outside world thinks that our Yuchi Clan is colluding with the Wang Clan, there will be another wave of chaos. When that time comes, do you think our Yuchi Clan will still have a future? Will we be pardoned by the Holy Emperor like last time? "
The Yuchi Clan Patriarch's eyes were sharp and fierce.
Yuchi Fen's expression froze, momentarily speechless.
"Evil spawn, get out of my sight!"
The Yuchi Clan Patriarch angrily said.
"Enough!"
At this moment, an elderly voice came from the ground, echoing through the hall. Both the Yuchi Clan Patriarch and Yuchi Fen were alarmed by this voice. The Yuchi Clan Patriarch's face was tinged with awe, but Yuchi Fen's face was overjoyed, as if he had found his savior.
"Grandpa Zeng!"
"Fen-er is right!"
The elderly voice said.
"Ancestor!"
The Yuchi Clan Patriarch couldn't help but grimace.
"Fen-er, Grandpa Zeng asks you. You said that Wang Chong is Duke Jiu's descendant, and that he is both loyal and righteous. Is this true?"
The aged voice continued to echo in the ears of the father and son like thunder.
"Grandpa Zeng, it is absolutely true!"
Yuchi Fen sternly said.
"Grandpa Zeng understands. Yuchi Feng, bring that letter over. I want to take a look. "
The elderly voice was dignified and dignified.
"Yes, Ancestor!"
The Yuchi Clan Patriarch hesitated, but in the end, he could not go against the will of his ancestor.
…
A few days later, at night, in the backyard of the Yuchi Mansion. Hong long, the ground suddenly split open, revealing a huge underground tunnel. In the next second, squads of black-armored soldiers charged out on horseback. Each of the cavalrymen exuded a sharp and capable aura, giving off the feeling that they were like unsheathed longswords, ready to slash out at any moment. Their auras were swift and fierce, but there was no lack of heaviness, giving off a feeling of great power. The strangest thing was the helmet of the cavalrymen.
— — All of the black-armored cavalrymen were wearing cold and cruel masks on their faces.
"Go!"
The leader of the Ultimate Martial Army urged his horse's abdomen and galloped away, disappearing into the night with the two thousand soldiers behind him.
…
Time slowly passed. The Tang dynasty, the Ouzan Empire, the Western Turkic Khaganate, and Arabia — four empires, four powers — all fought for every second they had to strengthen themselves in this war. Talas grew more and more dangerous by the day, but none of the four empires showed any intention of withdrawing their soldiers or giving up.
A storm was brewing. Everyone knew that Talas had become a barrel of gunpowder, but no one knew when it would explode.
… …
In the distant Arabian Empire, in Khorasan, hailed as the Pearl of the East, the clanging of metal could be heard day and night. Flames and smoke were the most striking symbols of the city.
Every day, a large amount of Meteoric Star Metal armor would be forged and put on the bodies of the most elite Mamelukes. This was the most powerful army of the Arabian Empire, and every day, it was evolving in its own way, growing more and more terrifying and valiant.
"Rumble!"
In the Lord's Residence of Khorasan, while countless Arab craftsmen were furiously forging around the clock, the earth suddenly quaked, and an intense tremor came from the west. The trembling was mixed with the neighing of countless warhorses and the furious bellows of cavalry. Countless cavalry were currently making their way toward Khorasan.
This noise caused the craftsmen to fall into disarray. Several rebellions had taken place in Khorasan, and even now, the Mamelukes were still trying to capture the remnants of the Sassanid Dynasty.
No one knew if these remnants of the Sassanid Dynasty were coming for them or not. These soldiers loathed the Arabs, and the top-class weaponsmiths who represented the might of Arabia were also their targets.
Clang! Clang!
With a clattering of metal, the Mamelukes on guard swiftly took action.
"Withdraw!"
At this moment, the City Lord's Mansion shook violently, and a figure with a straight back quickly walked out from inside. Mameluke Commander Aybak looked in the direction of the galloping horses, a faint smile on his lips.
"This is Osman bringing his army over!"
All the craftsmen were at first stunned by these words, but they quickly calmed down. At Aybak's signal, the surrounding Mamelukes dispersed.
Osman was the Governor of Cairo, one of the most powerful governors of the Arabian Empire!
He had clearly appeared in Khorasan to join up with the Mamelukes suppressed here and go to Talas to deal with the Tang at Talas.
"Although I'm a little late, I'm not too late."
Aybak muttered to himself, a faint smile on his lips.
"Neigh!"
At this moment, the heaven-shaking neigh of a warhorse broke the silence as it galloped over Khorasan like a bolt of lightning. Weng, the war horse's long neigh had just stopped when the west side of the sky suddenly turned bright red as if it was on fire. And in this bright red light, a powerful and terrifying aura suddenly appeared in everyone's perception like a storm.
"Hahaha, Aybak, the Tang people of Talas, do you also want a piece of the pie?"
This thunderous voice shook all of Khorasan. As this voice faded away, Aybak could clearly see a muscular figure with a reddish-brown beard riding a black steed that was taller than a man. He was like a demon god that had emerged from the underworld as he galloped toward him.
Behind him was a powerful and well-equipped army that was surging toward him like an apocalyptic flood.
"Hahaha, Osman, I've come on orders. You wouldn't dare to question the orders of the Caliph and the High Priest, would you?"
Aybak laughed, a tyrannical aura erupting from his body like a volcano. With Aybak at the center, the earth for a radius of one hundred li quaked and even space twisted. His aura was not one bit inferior to Osman's.
In the distance, Osman's eyes were like a tiger's, exuding an intimidating light as he galloped forward with astonishing speed. A few moments later, Osman, riding a black steed taller than a man, appeared outside the Lord of Talas's residence like a god.
The air surged and a giant black cloak fluttered behind Osman. It made his originally tall and sturdy figure appear even taller and more imposing!
"Haha, Aybak, it seems like we'll be working together again!"
Osman looked down at Aybak on the distant steps and chuckled.
"Correct! But this time, our goal is no longer Khorasan, but the greater goal of the east, the vaster world! This time, we will conquer the entire east! Osman, welcome! "
Aybak smiled.
Osman heartily laughed as he urged his horse forward. Dismounting, he hugged Aybak from the steps.
The three conquerors of the Arabian Empire that had destroyed the ancient Khorasan Dynasty had gathered this time.
… …
The horns of war had already sounded, and with Osman's arrival, ten thousand Mamelukes and more than one hundred thousand Ottoman soldiers had gathered in Khorasan. This important city of the east had become a military stronghold worthy of its name.
With Osman's arrival, the Arabian Empire's massive war machine began to move.
In a place that no one could see, another massive army was moving at astonishing speed from Tarsus in the north to the pearl of Khorasan in the east. The departure of this army's commander had alarmed the entire Arabian Empire.
Even the Caliph of the Arabian Empire was keeping a close eye on the movements of this army.
This was a black war banner blazing with hellfire, and beneath the black flames was a continent on the verge of collapse!
In the Arabian Empire, this war banner was famous because it represented a single person, the most illustrious governor of Arabia.
Governor of War, Qutaybah!
… …
In the Arabian Empire, this was a name that was even more famous than the Governor of Iron and Blood Abu Muslim, the Governor of Cairo Osman, and the Mameluke Commander Aybak, the 'Three Conquerors' of the ancient Khorasan Dynasty. In the Arabian Empire, this was the governor who had fought the most battles, killed the most experts, and destroyed the most empires.
If not for the fact that the Caliph of Arabia had sent the Governor of Iron and Blood Abu Muslim, the Governor of Cairo Osman, and the Mameluke Commander Aybak, as well as Qutaybah to the north, it would have been Qutaybah conquering Khorasan, not Abu Muslim and the others.
The title of 'Three Conquerors' would have ceased to exist.
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