"Prime Minister, what do we do now? Do we really have to take the vanguard for the Arabs tomorrow?"
Huoshu Huizang stepped forward.
"I feel that the most urgent task at hand is to figure out who gave the order: Abu Muslim, Qutaybah, or Osman. Our initial target of alliance was Abu Muslim. If this order came from another Arab governor, I believe that we don't need to treat it so seriously. "
Dusong Mangpoje suddenly spoke, his expression serious and his eyes thoughtful.
"Now is not the time to think about which governor gave the order. No matter whose order it was, it has already been approved by Abu Muslim. The Arabs have suffered too many losses, so it's not surprising that they hope that we can take their place and reduce their casualties. For the sake of our cooperation and for the sake of defeating our common enemy, the Tang Dynasty, we will probably have to take the field this time! "
Dalun Ruozan gave a long sigh.
The current state of the war was far from what Dalun Ruozan had expected. Compared to the dissatisfaction of the Arabs, Dalun Ruozan was more worried about the Tang Dynasty.
"Hahaha, Dalun Ruozan, I didn't think that you would make things difficult for such a minor matter. The Arabs are arrogant and conceited and look down on us. Then let's go tomorrow and show them our strength! The powerful empires of this world are not limited to the Arabs and the Tang Dynasty. "
Loud laughter rang out as Duwu Sili took two steps forward, his eyes shining with a fierce light. Unlike the others, Duwusili did not seem to care at all about the Arab order. In fact, he even seemed a little expectant.
"Soldiers are raised for a thousand days to be used in a single day. Since Prime Minister is making things difficult, let us Western Turks take the vanguard tomorrow!"
Duwusili confidently declared.
The tent was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Everyone stared at Duwusili in shock. Dalun Ruozan looked pensively at Duwusili, and then he suddenly understood.
…
The night passed quickly. On the second day, the wind howled, and the air was cold. From a distance, one could see that the ground outside Talas was covered in a thin layer of frost, and even the two steel defense lines were the same.
Soldiers stood behind the steel defensive line, their bodies shivering. They also felt a wave of coldness. Compared to yesterday, the weather was much colder. With each passing day, the region to the west of the Cong Mountains seemed to grow colder. Although it was not yet the season for snow, all of Talas seemed to be covered in snow.
Even the ordinary soldiers could sense the abnormality of the weather, but even so, the mood in Talas was somber. Compared to the war that was about to begin, not many people cared about the changes in the weather.
"Wu!"
A loud horn suddenly sounded, breaking the tranquility of the morning. As everyone watched, the silent Arab camp seemed to awaken like a slumbering beast, and groups of Arab soldiers began to surge toward Talas.
"Neigh!"
The neighing of horses, the clamoring of men, the clattering of armor … all of this combined into one. As everyone watched, four massive black Arabian war banners rustled in the cold morning wind as they swiftly made their way to the first defense line.
Under the black war flag, four majestic figures, tall and sturdy, with incomparable majesty, quickly leaped into everyone's eyes. At the very front of the army was a golden figure that was like the sun that had descended to the mortal world, attracting everyone's attention.
"It's Qutaybah!"
"Hurry and report this to Milord!"
The sight of this figure in front of the first defense line caused the Tang Dynasty soldiers to shiver, their sleepiness instantly vanishing and their faces turning nervous. "Hyah!" A scout quickly mounted his warhorse and galloped into Talas.
"Haha, the Arabs have moved out. Now it's our turn!"
Nearby in the rear of the army, Duwusili squinted, his eyes shining with excitement.
"Hyah!"
Duwusili urged his black steed into the air and began to gallop toward the battlefield. Behind him, a dense sea of Western Turkic cavalry formed up in formation, shouting and yelling as they excitedly followed Duwusili.
Awooo!
Following closely behind them were tens of thousands of enormous green wolves that were even larger than humans. They formed a pack and bared their fangs as they pounced forward with lightning speed.
"Let's go!"
In the rear, Dalun Ruozan, Huoshu Huizang, and the others looked away from Duwusili and gave the order to lead the nearly seventy thousand Ouzan cavalry forward.
The air was somber and somber, and as the army moved out, Talas was swept up in fierce gales, sending sand and pebbles flying.
"Boom!"
Not long after the Arabs set out, there was a deafening clatter of metal as the two thick gates of the towering Talas opened. A group of soldiers with bright eyes and brimming with energy strode out of the gates in an orderly fashion. Translated by: Hypersheep325 Edited by: Michyrr
The armors on their bodies were covered in scars made by swords and sabers. Not only did they not look shabby, but they also gave people the feeling that they were well-tempered and had an indomitable will. The seven ladle-like star marks on their chests clearly indicated their identities.
The Divine Martial Army!
The Divine Martial Army had suffered significant casualties in yesterday's battle, but after a night of rest, the Divine Martial Army had returned to its peak state in terms of spirit, energy, mind, and Stellar Energy.
The rumbling continued as the Divine Prison Army, the Dragon Stallion Army, the Roaring Tiger Army … all the mighty soldiers marched out of the city gates. At the very back of the army were Wang Chong, Wang Yan, Gao Xianzhi, Cheng Qianli, and the other highest commanders of the Tang Dynasty.
"Wang Chong, something's wrong. The Arab formation today seems to be different from yesterday's."
Gao Xianzhi drove out of the city gates and immediately frowned when he saw what was going on. Almost instinctively, Gao Xianzhi sensed a subtle change in the enemy formation.
"Haha, it seems like the chess piece we laid down earlier has taken effect. The Western Turks are about to enter the field!"
Wang Chong glanced over and couldn't help but smile.
"The Arabs suffered too many losses in yesterday's battle. Qutaybah and Abu Muslim probably want to use Duwusili as cannon fodder."
"Cannon fodder?"
Gao Xianzhi frowned at this word.
"It means scapegoat."
Wang Chong faintly smiled.
Bwoooom!
In the distance, the horns blared, and Qutaybah and the others stopped. The two armies faced off against each other, the air thick and somber. The commanders of the army, Qutaybah, Abu Muslim, Wang Chong, and Gao Xianzhi, were also staring at each other, their gazes exploding with light.
The vast majority of these gazes were on Wang Chong atop the White-hoofed Shadow. Even the Arab War God Qutaybah had noticed Wang Chong, the young commander of the Tang Dynasty.
"Wang Chong, it seems like you've already become a thorn in their side. You'll have to be careful in the battle."
Gao Xianzhi suddenly broke into laughter.
"Haha, then let them come. I'm just worried that they won't be able to break my Karmic Battle Armor."
Wang Chong faintly smiled.
The surrounding officers couldn't help but laugh at these words. Wang Chong's martial arts weren't necessarily the best, but few people could compare to his defensive prowess. Even Qutaybah would find it very difficult to kill him, much less anyone else. Moreover, the Evil Emperor and Chief Of Wushang were present. Even if Qutaybah and Abu Muslim wanted to, they wouldn't have the chance.
… …
"When the battle starts, let's kill that brat first!"
Aybak viciously said as he stared into the distance.
"He won't be able to escape. Whether it's him or that Gao Xianzhi, both of them will die here!"
Boom! Osman took two steps forward, his expression cold and sinister.
Although the Tang people had won yesterday's battle, their advantage had not been that great. The Arabs still had the advantage in numbers, and the Arabs still had not sent out all their elite generals.
"Abu Muslim, we've lost enough men. Let the Ouzan and the Western Turks go first. Let them block the edge of the Tang people. After all, they are the armies of the eastern world! "
With these final words, Osman turned to Abu Muslim. Abu Muslim was the main person in charge of this alliance and the true executor. It was naturally best for him to deal with the Ouzan and the Western Turks.
"Mm!"
Abu Muslim nodded and called over a messenger.
"Pass on my order. Inform the Western Turks and the Ouzan to prepare to move out!"
"Your subordinate will go!"
The Arab messenger bowed and quickly left.
"Hahaha, Shamshak, Chekun Benba, it's time for us to enter the field. Pass on my order! All soldiers are to charge! "
On the other side, Duwusili gave a carefree laugh when he received the Arab message. Not only was there no fear in his eyes, there was even a hint of anticipation.
It had been more than a month since he had obtained the formation phenomena, and during this time, Duwusili had been practicing it day and night. He had gained some understanding of the formation, and he had also fused his own martial experience and understanding into it. He was confident that the formation phenomena would be even more powerful than before. Duwusili was now confident that he could face any opponent.
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