"Qianli is correct. In this battle, the Arabs still have around one hundred thousand soldiers, still outnumbering us. In addition, although we didn't suffer many losses in this battle, the ballista army has used up most of its ballista bolts. Without enough ballista bolts, the ballista army will find it very difficult to display their power. "
Gao Xianzhi's words were extremely tactful. Although the Tang Dynasty still had more than fifty thousand soldiers, twenty-five thousand of them were ballista soldiers.
These ballista soldiers were all bandits and highwaymen of the Silk Road. Although Su Hanshan's training had greatly transformed them, their fighting strength was still lacking. It was simply impossible for them to engage in close combat with the elite cavalry of the Great Tang.
In other words, the Tang Dynasty only had less than thirty thousand soldiers at its disposal. Thirty thousand against a true army of one hundred thousand, the Great Tang was still not in a very good position.
"Su Hanshan, how many ballista bolts have you collected from the battlefield?"
Wang Chong suddenly turned to Su Hanshan.
"We only have around seven thousand ballista bolts that haven't been used yet. Although our people are still collecting ballista bolts from the battlefield, a significant portion of these ballista bolts have been damaged. The arrowheads have been blunted, or the bolts have been warped. I've already had Senior Zhang Shouzhi repair them. But I'm worried that there won't be enough time. "
Su Hanshan sternly said.
Repairing the bolts would take time, but with the war imminent, the Arabs probably wouldn't give the Tang Dynasty enough time to repair the ballista bolts. And seven thousand ballista bolts were clearly not enough to intimidate the Arabs.
"In truth, given our numbers, if we take a defensive stance and wait for the Arabs to attack, they'll definitely attack, and we can use the walls to defend. We might even be able to deal another heavy blow to them. Of the four hundred thousand Arabs, only around one hundred thousand remain. This is truly a grievous loss. They should be the ones who are more worried, not us. "
The Ferghanan chief, Banahan, suddenly stepped forward.
Although the Ferghanan tribe had suffered grievous losses in this battle, Banahan was extremely confident in the Tang Dynasty. What Ferhan lost was only temporary, but what he gained was long-term benefits.
The nomadic tribes on the prairie and the farming tribes on the Central Plains had completely different views on life and death. As a mercenary warrior, dying in such a great war was the most honorable ending for a warrior. Moreover, if the Ferahan Tribe could prosper and prosper in the future, everything would be worth it.
"It's not that simple. The crux of this battle is not the one hundred thousand Arab soldiers, nor is it their comeback, but Qutaybah. If we can't kill Qutaybah, it doesn't matter if we use defense as offense or offense as defense. He only needs one strike to destroy all of our defenses. "
Suddenly, a voice came from the side. The King Of Gangke took a few steps forward and suddenly spoke. He seemed very worried.
As the leader of the Gangke people, the personality of the King Of Gangke, as well as his learning experience in the Middle Kingdom, allowed him to see the essence of things with a single glance.
The moment the King Of Gangke spoke, the hall fell so silent that one could hear a pin drop. Everyone seemed to be lost in thought.
There was no need to doubt Qutaybah's strength. He was like a mountain weighing down on everyone's heads, making it hard for them to breathe.
If this problem was not resolved, the Tang Dynasty would find it very difficult to truly win, because Qutaybah and Abu Muslim could gather their soldiers and come back again and again. If this threat was not removed, the Tang Dynasty would never be at peace, and Talas could fall at any moment.
Everyone in the hall was racking their brains, but martial arts were different from strategy. There was no such thing as technique, only a head-on clash of fists and flesh. Defeating Qutaybah was easier said than done.
Gradually, everyone began to frown, and their frowns deepened. Even Wang Chong was the same. His eyes swept over the sand table again and again. On the sand table, sand hills, peaks, plains, castles, and even the Dark Forest in the distance could be seen clearly. Wang Chong had studied this map of Talas countless times, so he knew everything like the back of his hand.
But when Wang Chong's gaze swept over the City of Talas, he suddenly had an idea.
"Lord Gao, General Cheng, I have a method that might be able to kill Qutaybah."
Wang Chong raised his head and said.
Wang Chong's simple words were like a stone stirring up a thousand ripples. His simple words were like a fierce gale, stirring up massive waves in the hearts of the crowd.
Gao Xianzhi, Cheng Qianli, and even the King Of Gangke and Su Hanshan all looked at Wang Chong. All of them had expressions of extreme shock in their eyes.
Everything could be balanced with intelligence, but not with strength.
If Wang Chong really could kill Qutaybah, then there was nothing to worry about. Whether it was Abu Muslim, Aybak, Ouzan, or the Western Turks, none of them were a match for the Tang Dynasty.
"I have around a fifty percent chance of success, but I still need everyone's cooperation and agreement!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Chong voiced the daring idea in his mind.
"Buzz!"
Although Wang Chong had only said a few words, his plan caused massive waves to surge through the minds of everyone present.
Even the most daring person would be shocked speechless by his bold and imaginative ideas for a long time. The King Of Gangke, Banahan, Xi Yuanqing, and Lou Shiyi all stared in shock at Wang Chong.
"Madness! Too madness! Lord Protector-General, if you hadn't said this, I would have definitely believed that person to be a madman. "
Xi Yuanqing couldn't help but say.
Xi Yuanqing had interacted with Wang Chong before, but even Xi Yuanqing found the current Wang Chong rather unfamiliar. This sort of madness and boldness was enough to leave a deep impression on anyone. Although Xi Yuanqing had heard all sorts of legends about Wang Chong, seeing for himself was not as good as hearing about it. Wang Chong's daring and daring were even more astonishing than the legends made him out to be.
"Although it's crazy, this plan is feasible, isn't it?"
Cheng Qianli suddenly said after a few moments of thought.
"And we truly don't have a better plan at the moment."
"General Cheng's words are reasonable. This one also believes that Lord Protector-General's plan is feasible."
Guli couldn't help but step forward. It was rare for him to add a word to this military conference.
"Wang Chong, let's do as you say. As for everything else, I will take care of it. "
At this moment, a voice rang out in everyone's ears. Gao Xianzhi suddenly spoke, giving the final word.
"If the Arabs attack, this will be our only chance!"
With these final words, Gao Xianzhi's eyes swept over everyone in the hall.
Everyone quickly reached an agreement. In all of Talas, Wang Chong and Gao Xianzhi had the highest status. If these two commanders could reach an agreement, there would naturally be no more questions.
"Since there are no objections, let's begin!"
Gao Xianzhi glanced at everyone, then gathered them together and began to discuss the details of the battle plan.
… …
Time flew by, and the final battle that everyone had expected came much faster than they had expected.
Rumble! Dust churned and the earth quaked as tens of thousands of warhorses surged forward. By daybreak, the last one hundred thousand Arab, Ouzan, and Western Turkic soldiers had reached the battlefield of Talas. When they were still seven to eight thousand zhang from the first defense line, they stopped.
"They came so quickly!"
Behind the high steel walls, Wang Chong, Gao Xianzhi, Wang Yan, and the Evil Emperor stood side by side. As they gazed at the incoming wave of Arab soldiers, a cold light flashed through their eyes.
The sky was overcast and seemed ready to collapse at any moment.
From their vantage point, they could see a dense sea of Arab, Tibetan, and Western Turkic soldiers on the other side of Talas. Even though they had suffered heavy losses yesterday, they still had not been able to defeat Talas. Even though they had suffered heavy losses yesterday, the three armies still had one hundred thousand soldiers left, and they were lined up on the battlefield with an astonishing momentum.
And in the middle of this vast army of cavalry, those six war banners fluttering in the wind still gave off an enormous impression.
The warhorses uneasily whinnied, seemingly ready to charge at any moment. For a moment, the mood was extremely solemn.
From last night, when the Arabs had stopped several dozen li away, everyone knew that the Arabs would return sooner or later. But no one had expected them to arrive at the battlefield so quickly. This meant that they had made their decision last night and had begun their march in the middle of the night.
This was an astonishing efficiency, and the resolve of the Arabs, Ouzan, and Western Turks could be seen for all to see!
"Ready!"
A loud and clear voice resounded through the sky. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud creaking sound as the crossbow bolts were quickly loaded onto the bowstring and pushed into the rifling of the ballista. The sharp tips of these bolts were aimed at the distant army of the three armies.
All the ballista soldiers appeared calm, but they were actually extremely nervous. Only they knew that they only had seven-thousand-some ballista bolts left. Each ballista could only fire once.
Their opponents this time were far too powerful, and all their armor was of the highest quality. Coupled with the sheer number of soldiers, the ballista bolts had been consumed far more than they had imagined. The mountainous amount of crossbow bolts had actually been completely used up. This was something that no one had ever imagined before they set off.
Once they ran out of ballista bolts, no one dared to imagine what would happen to the Arab army. But when they turned to look at that aloof figure behind them, they once more calmed down.
As ballista soldiers who had participated in an important battle like the Battle of Talas, all of them understood that they were unqualified. They were just bandits and brigands of the Silk Road who relied on plundering to make a living.
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