"Chong-er, leave Huoshu Huizang to me!"
A dignified and vigorous voice came from behind him. At some point, Wang Yan had appeared at Wang Chong's side. As he gazed at the approaching Huoshu Huizang, a sharp light flashed through his eyes.
Before Wang Chong could reply, Wang Yan immediately strode out from behind the first defense line. Behind him, there were tens of thousands of infantrymen in strict formation, following closely as they stepped out together.
"Wang Chong, I'm going to help General Wang!"
Su Hanshan sternly said as he walked up to Wang Chong and stared at Wang Yan's back.
Wang Yan was Wang Chong's father, and although Su Hanshan had no doubts about Wang Yan's strength, there was no harm in being cautious. Dispatching five thousand ballista soldiers would be able to intimidate the Arab cavalry. This was especially true now that the Tang Dynasty had taken the initiative. With the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner and the five thousand ballista soldiers, this massive system of warfare would only get stronger and stronger, and its ability to intimidate the Arabs would only get stronger and stronger.
"Mm!"
Wang Chong assessed the situation and nodded. The opportunity had come. Although the Tang Dynasty had been on the defensive throughout the Battle of Talas, relying on its long steel defense line to await an attack, the opportunity to counterattack had come. The Tang Dynasty no longer needed to defend and could attack instead of defend.
Creak! Creak!
With a clatter of gears, the five thousand Tang Dynasty ballistae under Su Hanshan's command passed through the gaps in the steel walls and followed Wang Yan's infantry.
"Release!"
Before the other Arab cavalry could charge, Su Hanshan waved his arm, sending five thousand ballista bolts flying over Wang Yan's army, past the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner and the twenty-thousand-some elite soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, and into the Arab cavalry.
Plushplushplush! Countless Arab cavalry screamed as they were pierced through by the sharp ballista bolts and dropped to the ground.
"Forward!"
With a wave of his sword, Su Hanshan led the army forward, pushing the ballistae past the corpses.
The five thousand Tang dynasty ballistae in his hands formed a hedgehog formation. Although the ballista army's defensive power was very low, considering that Su Hanshan had trained these soldiers to be brigands and highwaymen, if the ballista army were to break through their defenses, they would suffer grievous casualties.
But in Su Hanshan's hands, even the most elite army of the Tang dynasty would find it extremely difficult to cross the range of the ballistae. The sharp attack itself was the best defense.
"Fan formation!"
Traversing through space and arriving near the Nine Dragon Blood Battle Formation, Su Hanshan waved his sword and issued another order.
Five thousand Tang Dynasty ballistae poured out like water, perfectly encompassing the Nine Dragon Blood Formation and the infantry formation led by Wang Chong's father, Wang Yan. Together, the three armies formed a compact and powerful system.
Even though Su Hanshan's strength was still far from reaching that level, in terms of strategy and strategy, Su Hanshan had already revealed the qualities of a future Great General. Gallop!
Wang Yan did not pay attention to the changes behind him. Looking at that familiar figure, he suddenly squeezed the horse's abdomen and urged it forward.
Weng, there was a flash of light, and in the process of advancing, Wang Yan suddenly disappeared. In his place was a deep black light that burst forth and rapidly expanded.
Roooar!
There was a heaven-shaking roar, and in the blink of an eye, a massive golden-armored god appeared on the battlefield. With a single step, he covered ten-some meters as he strode toward Huoshu Huicang.
The aura exuded by the golden-armored god was extremely powerful, and his massive body dwarfed all the Great Tang elites on the battlefield, like fireflies before the bright moon, insignificant and insignificant.
On the other side, Huoshu Huizang raised his brows at the sight of the Mighty Miracle God and the rumbling of the earth. He immediately used the Vairocana Buddha Golden Body Mantra.
In the blink of an eye, a gigantic Buddha appeared on the battlefield, its entire body bursting with a golden light. It was as mighty as hell. As he stared at the distant Wang Yan, Huoshu Huicang's entire body exploded with a heaven-shaking fighting intent, and he quickened his pace as he charged forward.
At almost the same time, Wang Yan's eyes flashed with cold light as he controlled the Mighty Miracle God to quicken its pace. Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
The two mortal enemies of the southwest had once more met on the foreign battlefield of Talas. One viewed Huoshu Huizang as a long-term threat to the Tang Dynasty, an invader, the creator of calamity, and a powerful Imperial Great General. The other vowed to wash away the humiliation of the southwest.
"Rumble!"
A moment later, the entire world seemed to tear apart. As countless people watched, Huoshu Huizang and Wang Yan, one gold and one black, two enormous figures, collided on the battlefield.
In a flash, winds howled, sand flew, and pebbles flew as a peerless shockwave shook the entire battlefield.
In the distance, Dalun Ruozan almost imperceptibly creased his brow at this sight. He had been paying attention to Huoshu Huizang this entire time, but based on the situation on the battlefield, it was clear that Huoshu Huizang would not be able to defeat Wang Yan in the short term.
"Dusong Mangpoje, you go!"
Dalun Ruozan suddenly said without turning his head.
Dusong Mangpoje said nothing, his eyes fixed on the place where The Evil Emperor and Qutaybah were fighting, his fists clenched, his eyes flashing with light.
"I know what you're thinking, but now is not the time! Acting rashly will only waste all our efforts! "
Dalun Ruozan sternly said.
"Understood!"
Dusong Mangpoje took in a deep breath and finally calmed his mind. He urged his horse forward and galloped toward the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner, his armor clattering as he brushed past Dalun Ruozan and vanished into the distance.
"Bastard!"
The leader of the Mamelukes, Aybak, was also watching the battlefield.
As Qutaybah, Abu Muslim, and Huoshu Huizang were stopped by the Tang Dynasty, Aybak's expression was cold, his eyes brimming with killing intent.
"Hear my order! All soldiers, move out! I don't believe that there's a formation that my Mameluke Army can't break! "
Aybak clicked his fingers together as he grabbed a nearby warhorse and mounted it.
Clang! Aybak's right leg lightly kicked against the back of his horse. There was a metallic clatter as an enormous halo exploded from Aybak's foot and spread to the feet of all the Mamelukes.
"Pharaoh Halo!"
This dazzling dark red halo was ancient and powerful, and in Aybak's hands, it was more than twice as powerful as Faisal's.
Clangclangclang! The power of this supreme Pharaoh Halo caused the defense, speed, and dexterity of the Mameluke Army to rapidly rise.
Aybak's eyes were as sharp as knives as he glared at the distant Nine Dragon Blood War Banner. With a wave of his sword, more than four thousand Mamelukes exploded forward like a torrent of mercury.
Clang!
Not long after Aybak moved out, Ziyad took in a deep breath, took out the Ocean Ring, and mounted a warhorse.
"I'd like to see just how much ability you have and just how many of us you can stop!"
Ziyad was also infuriated. The Arabs were proud and confident.
This battle was no longer just about the strategic fortress of the Silk Road. It was also a clash of momentum, strength, and confidence between Arabia and the Tang Dynasty, between the West and the East.
No matter what, Arabia could not lose to these countries of the east.
Neigh and Ziyad rode forward, leaving a trail of dust in their wake as they vanished from beneath the black Arabian war banner and into the roiling battlefield.
"Ziyad has moved out. Leave this person to me!"
Cheng Qianli suddenly pulled out his sword with a clang and looked into the distance.
His eyes had been focused this entire time, and he had noticed Ziyad the moment he moved out.
The two of them had fought more than once, and Cheng Qianli knew Ziyad's martial arts and fighting style like the back of his hand. There was no better candidate to capture Ziyad than him.
"Mm!"
Wang Chong nodded and turned his head to look at Aybak and the seven thousand Mamelukes charging over, as well as the Celestial Wolf Cavalry and Mutri Great Cavalry who had noticed the change in the situation and followed.
In yesterday's battle, the Mutri Great Cavalry and Celestial Wolf Cavalry had suffered the greatest losses. Although they were also top-class cavalry, the weapons and equipment of the Mutri Great Cavalry and Celestial Wolf Cavalry were far inferior to those of the Mamelukes and Wushang Cavalry, which was why they had suffered such heavy losses.
But even so, the three armies added together still had an astonishing number of twelve thousand soldiers.
"Wushang Cavalry, hear my order! Follow me! "
Wang Chong's eyes flashed with cold light as he immediately gave the order.
Aybak had already begun to move, and under the power of his halo, the strength of the seven thousand Mamelukes swelled to an astonishing level. This was the true Pharaoh Halo. Cui Piaoqi and Banahan alone would not be able to stop it.
"Let us see whether the true Pharaoh Halo is stronger or the Asura Hell Formation is stronger!"
Wang Chong's eyes flashed with intense light as he urged his horse forward, galloping out from beneath the Tang Dynasty war banner.
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