Not long after Xianyu Zhongtong set off with his 180,000 elites, his gaze flitted across the vast earth, across the torrential Erhai in the southwest and across the vast forests …
"Move out! … "
A hoarse shout tore through the sky. In the southwest, a middle-aged man with a tall and imposing figure and a black mustache, who looked like a hero and a bold vision, wearing a flat crown and an imperial robe, suddenly raised the golden sword in his hand. Waves of majestic Qi, like the mountains and the seas, soared into the sky from his body.
Rumble!
The entire earth seemed to have suddenly awakened from a long slumber. It suddenly shook violently and emitted bursts of loud rumbling sounds.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!" "Kill!"
… …
Boundless killing intent condensed into a tangible substance and soared into the sky, stirring up the winds and clouds. Across the vast earth, one could only see the countless Mengshe Zhao warriors, armed to the teeth, shrouded in thousands of black and white war halos. They were like a ferocious flood of steel, surging toward the distant Annan Protectorate headquarters of the Tang Dynasty.
The rumbling of drums resounded through the world. Dark clouds churned in the sky. After ten-some years of peace, war had finally broken out in the southwest.
… …
Clang!
A massive hammer swung down, smashing against a searing red iron. Sparks flew, the screeching of metal almost tearing apart one's eardrums.
Clangclangclang! The massive hammer continued to swing down, once, twice, thrice, tens of thousands of times, and the number of hammers swung had increased from one to tens of thousands!
On the massive Ouzan Plateau, flames roared and smoke roiled. Tens of thousands of short and capable Ouzan blacksmiths were bare-armed, constantly swinging their hammers on this plateau, forging armor, sabers, swords, U-shaped horseshoes, arrows, and all sorts of other weapons in the open air.
Sweat poured down their bodies, and it was through this scattered method that these Ouzan blacksmiths forged an endless stream of weapons.
Ouzan's weapon forging was not as developed as the Central Plains', and it was not as effective. However, no one dared to underestimate the weapons forged on this plateau, because they used the most primitive and most direct method — Thousand Hammer Hundred Refinement!
Ouzan's armor didn't have any artistic beauty, much less any technical content. However, their armor was indeed the most solid, sturdy, and durable armor in the world!
The weight of an Ouzan cavalryman's armor far surpassed that of the Tang dynasty, the Eastern and Western Turks, Goguryeo, or even the Abbasid Caliphate or Charax Spasinu.
This also made it very difficult for normal weapons and attacks to cause harm to Ouzan's cavalry!
The creation of Ouzan's armor was time-consuming and laborious, but it also made Ouzan's armor last the longest among all the ordinary armors.
This protracted armor training had begun a long time ago. Now, on the vast plateau, groups upon groups of weapons and armors were piled up together, forming a magnificent sight on this vast land!
Flapflap!
High up in the sky, wings flapped, and a pigeon as white as snow flew down through the thick smoke and sparks. Above the ground, a middle-aged scholar dressed in a white robe that touched the ground looked up and allowed the carrier pigeon to land on his hand.
"Hahaha, Huoshu, it's finally begun!"
Dalun Ruozan faintly smiled as he flicked his finger, sending the letter flying out. The thin piece of paper in his hand was like a sharp blade, flying out at lightning speed.
Clang!
Not far away, General Huoshu Huizang of the Ouzan Empire's Ngari Royal Lineage was standing in front of a small mountain of Ouzan weapons. Seeing the letter fly over, he threw away the weapon in his hand and easily caught it.
"Gelofeng has come to ask us to send troops again …"
Huoshu Huicang finished reading the letter in his hand as if he had expected this.
"Heh heh heh, this is the third letter!"
Dalun Ruozan faintly smiled, the corners of his mouth curling into a mocking smile. Ever since Mengshe Zhao had retreated, Gelofeng had been sending letters nonstop, requesting the Ouzan Empire to send troops and form an alliance. However, Dalun Ruozan had stopped all of them.
"Do you want him back?"
Huoshu Huizang turned his head and asked expressionlessly.
"No need!"
Dalun Ruozan waved his hand and sneered.
"Everything that needs to be said has been said. If Mengshe Zhao wants to win the support of our Ouzan, then come and show your loyalty! "
"The world has been peaceful for decades. Is the current Tang dynasty as strong as before … Mengshe Zhao is the best test! If the Tang dynasty wins and easily destroys Mengshe Zhao, then it means that the time is not ripe yet. Our plan needs to be delayed. "
"But if the Tang dynasty loses …"
"Then it means … it is the era of our Ouzan!"
At the last sentence, Dalun Ruozan slowly raised his head. His gaze swept over the mountains and rivers, looking towards the distant southwest of the Tang dynasty.
From the towering Ouzan Plateau, one could faintly see the billowing dust in the distance. Two steel armies were surging towards each other.
"Perhaps, it is the era of our Ouzan!"
As this thought flitted through Dalun Ruozan's mind, his eyes gradually turned cold.
Whether it was the Mengshe Zhao Empire or the Tang dynasty, they were still no match for the Ouzan. In this war in the southwest, the Ouzan Empire was certain to be the final winner!
… …
As the days passed, Wang Chong calculated the state of the war in the southwest. Although Wang Chong hadn't taken part in the war, he had personally experienced it, so he remembered everything clearly.
The future has already changed. The war between the Tang dynasty and Mengshe Zhao has been brought forward by at least half a year. I can only hope that the course of this war will also change.
Wang Chong quietly said to himself, his heart filled with worry.
Although the gloomy prison was cut off from the rest of the world and could not hear news from the outside, Wang Chong could sense from the atmosphere that this war in the southwest had attracted the attention of the entire Tang dynasty.
The air was suffused with the stench of something burning!
And Wang Chong was more worried than anyone else. But Wang Chong still could not leave. The pressure from the Chamberlain of Dependencies and the Court of Judicial Review seemed to be far greater than he had imagined.
Several days later, just when Wang Chong was about to reach his limit, a figure appeared in the gloomy prison. It was not his big uncle Wang Chong, but the Tang dynasty's The King of Song.
"Your Highness!"
Wang Chong was dumbfounded. In a flash, a very bad feeling welled up in his heart.
"Wang Chong, I have some very bad news for you!"
Separated by the bars, the King of Song's complexion was extremely unsightly.
"The Tang dynasty has lost! Xianyu Zhongtong has lost … "
"What?!!"
Rumble! Like a thunderclap, Wang Chong suddenly stood up, his mouth agape in shock.
How could this be!
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