"These Arabs are truly too useless! If they had known that they would lose to the Tang Dynasty, they wouldn't have offended the Tang Dynasty for some petty profit. "
When Qixi Protector-General Wang Chong had begun to recruit soldiers in the Western Regions, not all the tribes had responded enthusiastically. There was no lack of tribes like the Argen Tribe, which had accepted the Arabs' bribes and found all sorts of excuses to avoid employment while secretly stirring up trouble in the Western Regions.
It would have been fine if the Tang Dynasty had been defeated, as the Argen Tribe would have been able to obtain a large amount of 'war contribution money' from the Arabs. But now that the Arabs had been defeated and the dust had settled, the Argen Tribe needed to prepare to face the Tang Dynasty's wrath and settle the score afterwards.
"Chief, what do we do now? I heard that the new leader of the Tang Dynasty is not to be trifled with! "
A core member of the Argen Tribe had long ago turned pale and was sweating profusely.
Qixi Protector-General Wang Chong had only appeared in the Western Regions for a very short period of time, but his reputation had long ago reached the ears of the entire region. For the sake of the Gangke Tribe, this Tang Dynasty commander had exterminated the Saka tribe on the grounds of treachery, and in the war with the Arabs, he had killed another four hundred thousand Arabs. This was a truly callous and bloodthirsty Asura Great General.
No one dared to imagine what sort of fate awaited these tribes once he returned and settled the score.
"There's nothing else we can do. Bring me a brush and paper. Go to the Anxi Protectorate headquarters and bring gold and silver to beg for forgiveness from Anxi's Garrison Commander Feng Changqing. Say that we were forced by the Arabs and had no other choice. We had no intention of opposing the Tang Dynasty. "
As the one-eyed Argent leader spoke, he suddenly gritted his teeth and increased the stakes.
"In addition, send me one hundred thousand cows and sheep, one hundred beauties of the Western Regions, and ten beauties from the Arabs. If Feng Changqing doesn't agree, we can only flee to the far north, to those desolate and uninhabited lands of ice and cold. I hear that there are some barbarians there. When the time comes, we might have to fight with them. "
"Yes!"
…
Similar events were occurring throughout the Western Regions, and the great victory at Talas intimidated all the tribes. Unlike in the past, the Tang Dynasty had defeated the Arabian Empire west of the Cong Mountains, a power that everyone acknowledged to be the strongest, proving that it was the number one power on the continent.
Now, all the countries were filled with deep reverence for the strongest empire on the continent.
…
At this moment, the most excited person was none other than Feng Changqing, who was guarding Suiye City and guarding the rear.
"Hahaha, they won! The Tang dynasty won! Milord, General Wang, I knew you would return in triumph! "
Feng Changqing sat on the spacious throne in the main hall, holding the letter that Wang Chong and Gao Xianzhi had sent from Samarkand. He was beaming with joy. He held that thin piece of paper in his hand and never got tired of looking at it.
"Reporting!"
While Feng Changqing was flipping through the letter again and again, a voice came from outside. In the blink of an eye, a messenger from the Anxi Protectorate strode in.
"Milord, the Jirsak Tribe of the Western Regions has sent a congratulatory letter, congratulating the Tang Dynasty on their great victory at Talas. In addition, they have sent ten thousand taels of gold, ten thousand cows and sheep, one hundred beauties, and all kinds of pearls and agate.
"In addition, the Naiman Tribe has sent ten thousand taels of gold and one hundred thousand cows and sheep …
"The Qiti Tribe has sent ten thousand bushels of agate, countless jadeite, and five thousand jade pendants carved from suet white jade!
"The Baltali Tribe has sent twenty supreme Luminous Night Pearls, ten thousand warhorses, and twenty thousand taels of gold to congratulate the Tang Dynasty on their victory!
"The Chechiqian Kingdom of the Western Regions has sent fifty thousand taels of gold, twenty thousand bolts of silk, and five thousand pairs of jadeite!
"The Xi Qiemi Kingdom of the Western Regions has sent thirty thousand taels of gold, three hundred beauties …
… …
The messenger knelt on one knee on the ground and read a long list of names in his hand.
Feng Changqing sat at the head of the hall, a smile on his face so wide that it seemed as if he could barely close his mouth. Many of these tribes were allies of the Great Tang, but the majority of those that had sent gold and beauties were wavering on the right and left side of the conflict, some of them even working together with the Arabs in an ambiguous relationship. But Feng Changqing did not care. The war was over, and what he needed to do was win the most for the Tang Dynasty.
"Ten thousand taels of gold, ten thousand cows and sheep, one hundred beauties. You think you can escape this calamity with just this? Impossible! If I don't make you bleed a little more this time, you'll never be able to remember this lesson! "
Feng Changqing narrowed his eyes, his right index finger lightly tapping on the metal armrest of his throne. In a flash, he had come up with a plan.
"Pass on my order. Recruit more soldiers and gather mercenaries. Ten days from now, they will follow me to Samarkand. I'd like to see which countries and tribes will dare to refuse. In addition, send a letter to Lady Xu Yi-qin in the rear. If we want to advance west and occupy Samarkand and the other Arab territories, we will need her help. "
Feng Changqing sternly said.
"Yes!"
… …
Just a few days later, Wang Chong's second messenger pigeon flew along the Silk Road and into the capital of the Tang Dynasty.
"Boom!"
When the news of the great victory at Talas reached the Imperial Court, the entire court rejoiced. Even though there had been many disagreements between the civil and military officials, the news of the Tang Dynasty's victory over the western barbarians to the west of the Cong Mountains had stirred everyone's spirits.
"Hahaha, victory! As expected, we won again! This king knew that you wouldn't disappoint me! As long as you are here, the Tang Dynasty will have nothing to worry about on the border! "
When The King of Song heard this news, he was in high spirits and elated.
Only the heavens knew how much pressure he had endured in this campaign to reinforce Talas, but now that the clouds had dispersed and the rain had cleared, everything was over. Most importantly, Wang Chong had used an unprecedented victory to give everyone a satisfactory answer, once more proving that he had a discerning eye for talent and had not judged wrongly.
"Bastard, so many Imperial Great Generals couldn't kill him! Has this brat gained some kind of spirit?!"
King Qi had just walked out of the Imperial Palace when he couldn't help but slam his fist into the carriage, pulverizing it to pieces.
King Qi was not that interested in military affairs. He only cared about authority, but as long as the Wang Clan, as long as The King of Song, and especially that brat were present, he would never be able to get what he wanted. King Qi had launched several attacks against the Wang Clan and The King of Song, but every one of them had been foiled by that seventeen-year-old boy.
Although Wang Chong was young, he had long ago become a thorn in King Qi's side. In the war of the southwest, Wang Chong had obtained the favor of the Holy Emperor and been promoted to nobility, becoming the first Young Marquis in the history of the Central Plains. Finally, at the age of seventeen, he had become Qixi Protector-General. In addition, with this great victory, if this continued, he would be promoted to the rank of nobility, even becoming a King or Marquis. This made King Qi feel an enormous threat.
… …
To the southeast of the Imperial Palace, in the renowned Four Quarters Embassy, a carriage had long since stopped. The carriage door opened, and Wang Chong's big uncle, Wang Gen, tidied his clothes and walked out. The current Wang Gen had a bright gleam in his eyes, and his face was flushed as if he was drunk. Furthermore, the unconcealable smile at the corner of his eyes revealed his current mood.
His nephew had fought a battle of one hundred thousand against five hundred thousand, defeating the combined army of Arabia, Ouzan, and the Western Turks. The Wang Clan had truly become famous throughout the world and received the respect of all. As his big uncle, Wang Gen could not help but feel honored.
"Let's go! Take me to see the Old Master. I want to personally tell him this news! "
Wang Gen loudly said.
Passing through the main gate and through the bamboo forest, Wang Gen headed for the main hall of the Western Quarters. Before Wang Gen had even entered, he could already hear the sounds of laughter, the old master's loud laughter particularly striking.
"Gen-er, you've come at just the right time. That child Chong-er won a major victory at Talas, truly living up to the expectations of the Tang dynasty and His Majesty. Come! Let's drink a cup together! "
An elderly and deep voice came from the main hall. Duke Jiu, dressed in casual clothes, was seated at the head of the hall. The moment Wang Gen crossed the threshold, Duke Jiu waved at him.
"Gen-er, it's rare for your father to be in such a mood. Today, you should accompany him for a good drink!"
The silver-haired old madam called out to Duke Jiu, her face amiable.
Duke Jiu's health had never been very good, so the old madam had always strictly forbidden him from drinking alcohol. But this time, she had not only made an exception and allowed him to drink, she had even invited her eldest son, Wang Gen, to accompany him.
Wang Gen had been confused at the start, not understanding how the old master had learned of the news so quickly, but when the figure at the old master's side turned his head, Wang Gen instantly understood.
"Elder Ye!"
Wang Gen blurted out. No wonder! With Elder Ye here, it was no wonder the old master had learned of the news so quickly.
"This child will go!"
Wang Gen faintly smiled, raised his robe, and quickly sat down at the table covered with side dishes. Taking a small porcelain cup from the table, he clinked it against the wine cups of the two elders.
"For Chong-er!"
"For the Tang dynasty!"
… …
Bang!
At the same time, at the back door of the Su Mansion, the oldest and most respected mansion in the capital, a tightly shut door suddenly opened. An eight or nine year old child, holding a letter in his hand, yelled as he dashed in.
"Hahaha, Master, victory at Talas! Senior Brother has won! Senior Brother has won! "
Xiao Jianjian was so excited that his face was red. He didn't even notice that he had lost one of his shoes. His eyes flashed as he ran toward the ancient-styled yet somewhat shabby residence in the center of the Su Residence.
"Halt!"
When he was ten-some steps from the residence, an elderly and dignified shout came from within, a thunderous roar. Upon hearing this voice, Xiao Jianjian's body trembled and he stopped.
"Didn't I tell you already? As a general, even if Mount Tai collapses in front of you, you won't lose your composure. It's just a minor border war. Look at how impatient you are. "
The elderly voice was extremely stern.
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