"Kiiiill!"
On the other side of the battlefield, behind the thousand-some Silver Behemoths, a roar in Arabic suddenly resounded. As everyone watched, a special army with the symbol of a blood-red sword and saber on the left side of its chest was approaching the battlefield with astonishing speed.
"Milord, it's Abu Muslim's Ironblood Army!"
Before this army could get close, Cheng Qianli, seated on a large warhorse next to Gao Xianzhi, narrowed his eyes as if he were facing a powerful foe.
"The Ironblood Army is one of the best armies under Abu Muslim's command. They have many soldiers, and the Divine Martial Army and Divine Prison Army don't have enough soldiers.
With these final words, Cheng Qianli suddenly turned to Gao Xianzhi.
The Ironblood Army and the Iron Wall Army could be said to be mortal enemies, and even their names had the word 'iron' in them. This seemed to signify that no matter how far apart Gao Xianzhi and Abu Muslim were, a decisive battle was certain to occur between the two of them. From Samarkand to the Cong Mountains, in the end, only one person could stand tall and become the hegemon of this land.
After three months of fierce fighting, the Iron Wall Army had lost many soldiers to the saber of the Ironblood Army, and the Ironblood Army had also lost many soldiers to the sword of the Iron Wall Army. The two sides had a blood feud.
"Ready! Pass on my order! The Iron Wall Army, move out! "
Gao Xianzhi waved his arm and gave the order.
No matter how long this battle between the Ironblood Army and the Iron Wall Army lasted, a victor was bound to be decided.
As this thought flitted through Gao Xianzhi's mind, he looked past the tens of thousands of Arab cavalry to the distant black war banner where Abu Muslim stood. Practically at the same time, Gao Xianzhi also sensed something. His gaze was like lightning as it passed through layers of space to meet Gao Xianzhi's gaze.
In that instant, the void was silent, and not a sound could be heard. The two instigators of the battle both erupted with a shocking battle intent.
Clang!
Right at this moment, a wave of sword howls rose and fell and resounded through the sky. In the blink of an eye, countless soldiers of the Iron Wall Army unsheathed their longswords and gazed at the rapidly approaching Ironblood Army.
Rumble! Finally, there was an intense commotion as thousands of Ironblood Army soldiers parted the crowd and appeared behind the silver war beasts. They drew their weapons and charged at the Divine Martial Army and Divine Prison Army.
"Kill, kill them all!"
With a furious roar, three to four thousand Iron Wall Legion soldiers brandished their swords and charged at the Iron Blood Legion. "Kill!" Fierce roars could be heard as the two armies quickly clashed.
"Boom!"
When the two armies collided, the earth shook and the mountains shook. It was as if the entire world had come to a standstill.
Gao Xianzhi and Abu Muslim, two elite Great Generals, had grave expressions as they watched the two fiercely battling armies.
In the rear of the army, Wang Chong, Cheng Qianli, Wang Yan, Osman, Aybak, Dalun Ruozan, Huoshu Huicang, and the others were all focused on the place where the battle was most intense and where the most elite warriors were gathered.
The Iron Wall Army soldiers of the Anxi Protectorate army and the Ironblood Army were locked in a fierce battle. But this time, neither the Arabs nor the Tang dynasty had sent any more soldiers. Everyone was waiting for a victor to be decided.
Time slowly passed. The Xuanwu Army, the Divine Martial Army, the Divine Prison Army, and the Iron Wall Army had already sent four of the most elite armies of the Tang dynasty into the battle. On the Arab side, the Beheader Army, the Blood Beast Army, and the Ironblood Army, three of the most powerful and renowned armies of the Abbasid Caliphate, had also entered the battle.
Any one of these armies was enough to make a powerful empire feel uneasy and uneasy. The appearance of these two armies was enough to make an empire feel like it was on the verge of destruction. With the appearance of these three armies, even an empire that had existed for thousands of years like the Sassanid Dynasty had been reduced to ashes, much less other empires.
But now, not only had the Arabs failed to exterminate the Tang people of Talas, they had suffered many casualties.
"Milord, we still haven't been able to break their defenses!"
Ziyad looked away, his brow deeply creasing as he turned to Abu Muslim and Osman.
This sort of situation had never occurred in any of the previous battles, and not even Ziyad knew how to respond.
Abu Muslim, Osman, and Aybak all frowned. Three governors and four to five hundred thousand soldiers had actually failed to deal with the Tang people. This was something that none of them had expected.
"Have the Fearless Army move out!"
After a few moments of silence, Abu Muslim suddenly ordered.
Osman and Aybak were startled by this name, and a hint of reminiscence appeared on their faces.
The Fearless Army!
It had been a very long time since they had heard of this name. The last time it had appeared was when they were dealing with the Sassanid Dynasty. This was the true and strongest army under Abu Muslim's command! The Fearless Army was the foundation of Abu Muslim's position as Governor of the East, and it was also his strongest force in the Arabian Empire.
But just like any other 'strongest' army, Abu Muslim's Fearless Army had very few soldiers, only around four thousand. For every person that died in this army, it would take at least ten years to raise another. Thus, ever since the battle to destroy the Sassanid Dynasty in Khorasan, Abu Muslim had stopped sending this army out.
After ten years, the Fearless Army that Abu Muslim had left in the rear had finally appeared on the eastern battlefield.
"Your subordinate will go!"
A hint of respect flashed through Ziyad's eyes as he rode off to give the order.
The Fearless Army!
This army possessed far too much glory, and it was essentially tied to Abu Muslim. Only two people could command this army: Abu Muslim and Ziyad.
… …
Bwoooom! "Bwoooom!"
The long blare of a horn came from the distance. There was a disturbance in the rear of the Arab army, as if something was approaching the battlefield.
"Milord, the Arabs are moving again!"
Zhang Que looked into the distance, a hint of unease on his face.
The intensity of this battle had far surpassed his understanding. Not even the war of the southwest could compare. And for so many top-class soldiers of the Tang Dynasty and Arabia to be gathered in this battle was something he had never imagined in his entire life!
Zhang Que was only a scout. From a certain perspective, he couldn't even be considered a soldier, because he was not meant to go into battle. But he had an intense conviction in his heart.
As long as Wang Chong did not retreat, he would never retreat!
Zhang Que believed that there were tens of thousands of people like him in Talas! In their hearts, Wang Chong was the strongest backing they could rely on.
"Abu Muslim is about to send out the Fearless Army!"
Wang Chong said as he gazed at the distorted sky.
A warrior's aura was incorporeal and had no effect on its surroundings. But the aura of this army was so condensed that it could even twist space itself. More importantly, even though it was still early and not yet dark, the area where the space was being twisted was gloomy. It was like night had come early, giving off an extremely uneasy feeling.
This feeling made Wang Chong think of a single name: the Fearless Army!
There were countless names and countless soldiers associated with the Battle of Talas in the Western Regions, but the one that attracted the most attention was undoubtedly the Fearless Army. Abu Muslim had two strongest armies under his command. One was the Ironblood Army, and the other was naturally the Fearless Army.
"Wang Chong, the Fearless Army is even stronger than the Ironblood Army. Any single army on our side will find it very difficult to stop them!"
Gao Xianzhi turned his head to look warily at Wang Chong said.
Great Generals had far sharper senses than ordinary people. Even though he couldn't see the Fearless Army, Gao Xianzhi could already sense those destructive storms rapidly approaching the battlefield.
"We still have three armies that we haven't sent into the battlefield. Which army do you plan to send to deal with the Fearless Army?"
Although they were both top-class commanders of Talas, Wang Chong had been the one to command everything in this battle. This was something that had never happened before, and it also meant that Gao Xianzhi acknowledged Wang Chong's abilities.
"Haha, although the Fearless Army is powerful, there's one army that can stop them."
Wang Chong's expression was calm and composed. Ordinary forces were definitely not enough to fight against the Fearless Army, which was even stronger than the Iron Wall Army, but Wang Chong knew that there was another force that could stand on equal footing with the Fearless Army.
"Pass on my order. Have the Roaring Tiger Army enter the field!"
Wang Chong indifferently said, not even turning his head.
"The Roaring Tiger Army?"
Gao Xianzhi, Cheng Qianli, Xi Yuanqing, and the others all turned to Wang Chong. They had interacted with this army before, and they had sensed that it was about the same strength as the other armies. None of them had expected Wang Chong to have such confidence in this army.
Wang Chong only faintly smiled, offering no explanation.
The Roaring Tiger Army was an army trained by the second-in-command of the Tang Dynasty!
Zhang Shougui was the second-in-command of the Tang Dynasty, second only to the Crown Prince's Junior Guardian, Wang Zhongsi. How could a top-class force trained by such an individual be taken lightly?
From Longxi to Youzhou, Zhang Shougui's life was brimming with the colors of legend, and he had subdued far, far too many opponents. In terms of age, even Geshu Han and Gao Xianzhi were his juniors, let alone others. Moreover, the Hu and the Han were different, and the Western Regions and Youzhou were separated by tens of thousands of li. Gao Xianzhi clearly did not understand Zhang Shougui that well.
The Roaring Tiger Army was the strongest army that Zhang Shougui had spent his entire life training, each one of them inconceivably powerful. In terms of strength, not even the Xuanwu Army, Divine Martial Army, or Iron Wall Army could compare. Wang Chong had some confidence in the Divine Prison Army he had trained, but it had only been established for a short period of time. In terms of tempering, it couldn't compare to the Roaring Tiger Army, which had been tempered thousands of times.
"Zhang Shougui, it's up to you now!"
Thanks to "Mo Yu" for becoming a Golden Immortal of this book, "New Era Element" for becoming an Earth Immortal of this book, and "Wei" for becoming a Golden Immortal of this book.
Yang became an Earth Immortal.
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