Bang!
When the Arab and Ouzan soldiers met, both sides exploded with heaven-shaking cheers. These thunderous cheers echoed through the night sky, alarming the defenders on the walls of Talas.
"Dalun Ruozan and Duwusili have arrived early!"
On the high walls of Talas, Cheng Qianli and Wang Chong stood side by side, the former's hair and clothes blowing in the wind as he stared at the dazzling lights in the distance, his mind in agitation.
When soldiers come, we'll have to deal with them. In the end, this battle is unavoidable!
Wang Chong stood on the side with his hands held behind his back, also looking into the distance. Unlike Cheng Qianli, Dalun Ruozan and Duwusili's arrival made his heart sink, but Wang Chong's eyes remained calm.
What would come would come. At this point in the battle, there was very little that could shake his heart.
"Pass on my order! Stop training and rest for tomorrow's decisive battle!"
Wang Chong sternly ordered without turning his head.
"Yes!"
A voice came from behind him and then quickly faded away.
A storm was brewing, and all the opponents in this battle had entered the field. Although the night was still quiet, Wang Chong was well aware that this battle would be the cruelest trial for all sides.
… …
The night quickly passed as the sky brightened.
Ever since the black eclipse of the sun, all of Talas had been getting colder and colder. At this moment, on the western side of Talas, separated by a distance of tens of thousands of zhang, the two most powerful armies in the history of the continent were facing off against each other.
The confrontation between the two armies had lasted from last night until now.
Bwoooom!
After some time, everyone suddenly heard the loud blare of a horn. Rumble! The silence was shattered by the galloping of hooves. Four large black banners emerged from the Arab camp and began to move forward.
Majestic figures stood beneath the black banners, exuding an aura as vast as the sea. As these figures moved, the motionless Arab army seemed to come to life, surging in the direction of Talas with the blaring of horns.
"Boom!"
At almost the same time, sensing the somber aura in the distance, the massive gates of Talas opened. Immediately after, waves of soldiers in shiny armor surged out of the city like a torrent of steel, surging toward the steel defense line in front of them.
"It's begun!"
At the very front of the army were Wang Chong, Gao Xianzhi, Cheng Qianli, The Evil Emperor, and Chief Wushang.
One mountain could not hold two tigers, and after more than a month of delay, the inevitable decisive battle between the Arabs and the Tang Dynasty had finally arrived.
The air was even colder and gloomier than it had been in the last two days. Wang Chong rode his horse through the frigid winds and quickly arrived at the front. Behind the long steel line of defense, rows of soldiers stood upright, looking forward. Although the battle had yet to begin, everyone could feel the tension in the air.
"Warning! The second phase of the Battle of Talas is about to begin!
"This will be the final battle between the Great Tang and Arabia. The two empires must decide the final victor!" Wang Chong said.
"Starting now, for every fifty thousand Arab soldiers killed, user will be rewarded with ten thousand points of Destiny Energy. If the Tang Dynasty has less than twenty thousand soldiers left, user will be deducted one hundred thousand points of Destiny Energy. If the war is lost, user will be completely obliterated!"
… …
At almost the same time, a string of messages rang out in Wang Chong's mind. This was the highest reward the Stone of Destiny had ever issued.
As he listened to the high rewards the Stone of Destiny had announced, Wang Chong's expression slowly turned grave.
"With such a high reward, does it mean that this war will be more dangerous and severe than any other war?"
Wang Chong indifferently said to himself, but his eyes were unwavering. Since this war was unavoidable, he would personally deliver it to the very end!
… …
"Milord, look over there!"
A figure galloped forward, gazing at the distant young figure that had suddenly appeared behind the City of Steel. At almost the same time, Dalun Ruozan, Huoshu Huizang, Dusong Mangpoje, and Duwusili all turned to Wang Chong.
As a crucial figure in this war, Wang Chong's appearance on the battlefield had undoubtedly attracted everyone's attention. Even Abu Muslim and Ziyad had turned to look at him.
If there was one Tang people that everyone wanted to kill in this war, it had to be Wang Chong. If not for him, the Arabs and Ouzan would have already won this war and occupied the Western Regions.
"Haha, at this stage of the battle, the Tang Dynasty no longer has any path of retreat. Let's see how he responds!"
Dalun Ruozan faintly smiled as he looked into the distance.
Although they had spent a great deal of time and encountered a few twists and turns along the way, the army of one hundred thousand Tibetans and Western Turks had finally achieved their initial goal, successfully bypassing the steel defense line and joining forces with the Arabs.
Wang Chong, we've returned to square one, four hundred thousand soldiers against one hundred thousand soldiers of the Tang Dynasty. Last time, it was us and Mengshe Zhao, but this time, it's a three-way alliance. In this battle, will you be able to overcome the many and reverse the tide like last time?
As these thoughts flitted through his mind, Dalun Ruozan faintly smiled and returned to normal.
"Order the army to get ready!"
"Yes, Prime Minister!"
A messenger quickly responded and left.
Whoosh!
War banners fluttered in the wind. At this moment, not far from Dalun Ruozan, Abu Muslim, Osman, Aybak, and Ziyad, four top-class Arab commanders, had gathered. The four of them were all looking in the same direction. The area beneath the black hellflame war banner was completely empty, with no sign of that person.
"What do we do?"
Governor Osman turned his head to Abu Muslim.
"Qutaybah still hasn't appeared."
"Let's wait a little longer. Without his soldiers, we won't be able to win this battle."
Abu Muslim sternly said.
Even though he and Qutaybah were both governors of Arabia, in reality, Qutaybah's status was far above theirs. Even though the army was ready to go and the bugle had been blown, none of the four dared to move without Qutaybah's appearance.
"Truly a thorny problem!"
Aybak said with a frown.
As the highest commander of the Mamelukes, no one had ever dared to make him wait for so long, but Aybak did not dare to complain. Even more awkward was that he could not explain these matters to Dalun Ruozan.
"How about it, Lord Governor? Shall we begin?"
The sound of hooves could be heard as Dalun Ruozan rode over on his highland steed, speaking in pure Arabic.
"This …"
The four of them felt a little awkward at Dalun Ruozan's words.
"Milord, Lord Qutaybah has come!"
Just when the mood was at its most awkward, an Arab horseman rode up from the rear of the army.
The four of them trembled at these words and turned their heads. Even Dalun Ruozan seemed to sense something. Following their gazes, they saw that the army in the distance had suddenly parted as a golden-armored figure descended like a sun to the mortal world slowly made his way toward them.
His speed was not very fast, but each step seemed to carry enormous weight. The moment this person appeared, Abu Muslim, Osman, and the other Arab governors instantly became like fireflies before the bright moon, dimming and dimming.
When that god-like figure appeared on the battlefield, it immediately became the well-deserved focus and center of the entire battlefield.
"This is the Viceroy of War?"
Dalun Ruozan narrowed his eyes as this thought flitted through his mind. He had not been present at yesterday's battle, so he didn't know the details, but Dalun Ruozan's proficiency in Arabic had allowed him to gather enough information.
"So, this is the person that both Abu Muslim and Osman are extremely wary of?"
Dalun Ruozan had never seen Qutaybah, but this first glance was enough to leave an indelible impression on Dalun Ruozan. Ouzan had no lack of experts, and the Great Snow Mountain Temple had many hermit experts, but other than the Holy Monk, no one else could give him such an intense shock. At this moment, he suddenly began to understand why people of Abu Muslim and Osman's status would be so apprehensive about this Qutaybah.
"This fellow is so frightening!"
At this moment, Duwusili narrowed his eyes, his eyelids twitching. Ever since he had started cultivating formation phenomena, Duwusili had gotten much stronger. Other than the battle with the Tang Dynasty reinforcements, where he had suffered a loss at the hands of those two old fogeys, he truly hadn't paid much attention to anyone else. But this Qutaybah …
Even Duwusili found it somewhat difficult to endure the sharp aura exuding from him.
Too frightening! How could the Arabs have such a terrifying expert!
On the side, Huoshu Huizang and Dusong Mangpoje were also tense, their eyes brimming with apprehension as they stared at that distant golden figure.
But Qutaybah seemed to not see them. His entire body was shrouded in golden light, and his expression was cold as he slowly rode forward.
"Are you ready?"
Qutaybah stopped next to Abu Muslim's group and asked. Although he was speaking to Abu Muslim's group, Qutaybah's eyes were focused forward, not even glancing at them.
His voice was cold and aloof, and his eyes were emotionless.
"Yes!"
In the end, it was Ziyad who stepped forward and broke the silence.
"Milord, when will we begin the attack?"
Abu Muslim, Osman, Aybak, Dalun Ruozan, and Duwusili all turned to Qutaybah.
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