"Prime Minister, for what business do you have visiting me so late at night?"
Abu Muslim almost imperceptibly creased his brow. Although he did not dislike Dalun Ruozan and Ouzan, the Arabs were still the Arabs and the Ouzan were the Ouzan. This was why he had not invited Dalun Ruozan to his meetings.
"Haha, I have troubled Lord Governor's concern. Dalun Ruozan will not stand on courtesy."
Dalun Ruozan faintly smiled, his eyes sweeping over the people in the tent as if they were the back of his hand.
"If Dalun Ruozan's guess is correct, Lord Governor is preparing to break camp and withdraw to the west, returning to Arabia and retreating to Samarkand."
The tent instantly fell silent. To have one's thoughts seen through in front of a group of outsiders was truly not a very comfortable thing.
"Correct! We do have this plan, but this war is already over. Even if we stay here, we might not be able to defeat the Tang people! "
Abu Muslim straightforwardly declared. At this stage of the battle, there was no need to hide anything.
"Haha, is it because we don't have enough soldiers?"
Dalun Ruozan said, his face relaxed and carefree.
"Not entirely, but this is also one of the reasons. With our current soldiers, we simply can't break the enemy's formation. Staying here will only increase the number of casualties! "
Abu Muslim calmly said.
To be honest, he was rather confused as to why Dalun Ruozan had come so late at night and suddenly asked him this question. But he managed to restrain himself. He had some understanding of Dalun Ruozan, and he knew that this Ouzan was known for his intelligence and schemes. There had to be a reason for his words.
But what Abu Muslim didn't know, and was even rather curious, was what this Ouzan Prime Minister wanted at this stage of the battle. Could it be that the Tsenpo of Ouzan had suddenly decided to mobilize all his forces? However, didn't Ouzan have no soldiers to use now?
"If that's all, Dalun Ruozan has a way to help the governor break the formation! I thought that Lord Governor didn't need to be in such a hurry to evacuate! "
Dalun Ruozan faintly smiled.
"Buzz!"
Hearing Dalun Ruozan's words, the atmosphere in the tent changed abruptly, and everyone shuddered. Aybak, Osman, Abu Muslim, Ziyad, and even the Governor of War, Qutaybah, seemed to be moved, all of them turning to Dalun Ruozan.
No one paid much attention to the leader of the Ouzan people. However, if he could resolve the other party's formation, then everything would be different.
"Hehe!"
Dalun Ruozan grinned, apparently having predicted the reaction of the Arab generals.
In terms of understanding the Tang dynasty, no one could compare to him.
"What method do you have?"
A cold and aloof voice rang out in his ear. This time, Qutaybah took the initiative to speak.
"Lord Qutaybah, I know that you are most troubled by that black-robed elder of the Tang dynasty. In truth, I have a way to help you deal with him, but I will need your help!"
Dalun Ruozan faintly smiled.
Bang!
Everyone in the tent was stunned by these words, and even Qutaybah couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Even someone as proud and conceited as Qutaybah had to admit that the black-robed elder possessed the most strength he had ever seen in his life. For these Ouzan people to say that they could deal with this black-robed elder was simply unbelievable.
"Dusong Mangpoje, bring out the things."
Dalun Ruozan took note of everyone's reactions, but he said nothing and gestured to Dusong Mangpoje in the back. A moment later, clang! Dusong Mangpoje strode forward and placed a small golden bell the size of a fist on the table, its surface covered in complex and mysterious carvings. The bell vibrated, giving off a pleasant tinkle.
The sight of this bell caused all the Arabs in the tent to look at it in confusion.
"What is this?"
Aybak couldn't help but ask, breaking the silence.
"This is a secret ritual tool of our Great Snow Mountain Temple. It has a history of nearly one thousand years. No matter how powerful an opponent is, it can trap them."
Dalun Ruozan said. As he spoke, he gestured to Dusong Mangpoje behind him.
Bang!
The latter understood and suddenly stepped forward to cast a spell. There was an earth-shattering boom, and in the next moment, under everyone's gaze, the fist-sized golden bell suddenly rose into the air and floated more than ten feet above the ground. At the same time, a majestic, terrifying, volcanic energy erupted from the bell like a storm, enveloping the entire tent.
Thump thump thump!
In a flash, everyone grimaced and unleashed all their energy to resist the dreadful power of the golden bell. But even the powerful Abu Muslim, Aybak, and the others were forced back by this destructive power. Not only that, but just as they were going all out against the golden bell, everyone heard a series of ear-piercing metallic clangs.
A second later, the table made of Deep Sea Xuan Metal, which Aybak had left a palm print on, was suddenly pulled up by an enormous suction force and began to twist. In the blink of an eye, it had been twisted into a dough twist.
At the same time, the Deep Sea Xuan Iron table was reduced to countless bits of metal that rained down from the sky.
Whoosh! In a flash, a broad and powerful palm reached out. The golden bell seemed to lose all its strength and powerlessly fell into the palm, where Dusong Mangpoje grasped it.
"My lack of manners!"
Dusong Mangpoje didn't care if the other side understood him or not. He immediately put away the bell and retreated behind Dalun Ruozan.
The storm left as quickly as it had come. Once the power of the bells faded, everything returned to normal, but the tent was riddled with holes. Even Aybak and the others were in disarray, their figures rather ragged. Everyone had been rather skeptical at first, thinking that Dalun Ruozan was exaggerating, but now, they were somewhat convinced.
"Everyone has already seen the power of this ritual tool, and this is only its first layer. If it were to unleash its full power, the place where we are standing right now would be scorched earth. In addition, our strength alone isn't enough to use this ritual tool. Lord Qutaybah and that black-robed elder are simply too powerful. We simply can't get close, so we naturally can't use this ritual tool. Thus, we will need Lord Qutaybah's cooperation to create an opportunity for us. "
Dalun Ruozan scanned the people in the tent and sternly said.
All of them fell silent at Dalun Ruozan's words. Anyone who had seen the battle between Qutaybah and the Evil Emperor would never doubt Dalun Ruozan's words. Their strength was simply too strong. The energy that erupted from the two of them and the sandstorm that was triggered reached the heavens and the earth. It was filled with terrifying destructive power.
Even an Imperial Great General would shrink back in the face of this power. They would probably be heavily injured by the shockwaves of their battle before they could even get close.
"Okay!"
Qutaybah gave a rare response.
A smile finally appeared on Dalun Ruozan's face at these two words.
"There's one more thing. Dalun Ruozan still has a plan that can turn defeat into victory! But this matter also requires the cooperation of all of you. As long as we can obtain your assistance, Dalun Ruozan is confident that we will be able to obtain the final victory! And all of you can return in triumph. There's no need to retreat to Samarkand! "
In front of everyone, Dalun Ruozan explained his plan from beginning to end. Everyone in the tent had originally been rather reserved about Dalun Ruozan's words. But after hearing his words, even Governor Osman of Cairo, who was heavily injured and wanted to retreat the most, could not help but feel invigorated.
"Prime Minister, is this true? If it really is as you say and this plan succeeds, then victory is assured! "
Osman clenched his fists as he spoke.
Dalun Ruozan silently smiled.
Everyone in the tent had relaxed expressions, and the silence from before had been swept away.
"Let's discuss the specifics of the battle plan!"
Dalun Ruozan faintly smiled. With a flick of his wrist, he took out the map of the continent and unfurled it on the table.
Abu Muslim, Osman, Aybak, and even Qutaybah walked over, all of them participating in the discussion.
Previously, there had been some estrangement between the three sides, but now, the generals of Ouzan, the Western Turks, and the Arabs had gathered together and were truly working together.
… …
While Dalun Ruozan was discussing the details of the battle plan, in the main hall of Talas, Wang Chong, Gao Xianzhi, Banahan, and the King Gangke were all gathered, and the atmosphere was tense.
"The eagle team has already sent word that the Arabs have still not retreated. They clearly haven't given up on the attack. Once they reorganize and stabilize their ranks, they'll definitely come back!"
The hall was brightly lit. Xi Yuanqing slammed his palm on the table and said with a solemn expression.
Everyone else in the hall was also a little nervous.
"What's there to be afraid of? If we could defeat them once, we can defeat them twice. I don't believe that with the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner, we can still fear them! "
Lou Shiyi angrily said, his face red.
"Shiyi, this matter isn't that simple. You also heard Lord Wang's words. Venerable Senior Zhang (The Evil Emperor) is not in a good condition. His body can't endure prolonged battle, and we can only hope that Qutaybah's side hasn't realized this. Moreover, we don't even know if the Arabs have any reinforcements. As long as Qutaybah isn't eliminated, he will always be an enormous threat to us. "
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