Neigh!
The winds howled and the warhorses neighed. By the time Xianyu Zhongtong and Dalun Ruozan's conversation had concluded, the air around the mountain was surging and somber, the atmosphere extremely tense.
The neighing of the warhorses, the beating of the drums, and the blaring of the horns all made the atmosphere tense to the extreme.
A Mengshe Zhao soldier was fully armored. Although his face was shrouded in armor, the clenching of his fingers on his spear betrayed his true emotions. The other soldiers around him were the same.
Not far away, the fierce, courageous, and murderous Ouzan soldiers were not faring much better. Their incessant blinking of their eyes revealed the unease in the hearts of these soldiers.
The powerful Tang Dynasty had left an indelible mark on the Ouzan. When they were still children, they had heard that the foreign soldiers of the Tang Dynasty had once killed their way to the plateau, even getting close to the Great Snow Mountain Temple.
But that was a matter from a very, very long time ago, and the emperor of that time had not even been the same.
The Ouzan soldiers had already forgotten this memory. Just yesterday, they had even been jeering at the Tang people. But the deaths of fifty thousand soldiers had caused these eagles of the plateau to once more recall this pain.
Although no one believed that the Annam Protectorate could defeat the five hundred thousand soldiers of the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army, there was no question that these people were worthy of respect!
"Move out!"
Dalun Ruozan, Huoshu Huizang, Mengshe Zhao, and Gelofeng, the four commanders of the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army, rode in a line. Looking up to the summit, they swiftly gave the order to attack.
"Kiiiill!" "Kiiiill!"
The earth quaked as tens of thousands of fully-armored soldiers surged toward the last stronghold of the Tang Dynasty. Surprisingly, however, the first wave to attack was not the experienced Ouzan cavalry, but the soldiers of Mengshe Zhao!
"Ready! Shields! — "
Following a series of ear-piercing commands, huge steel shields that were as dense as clouds were suddenly raised high into the sky like fish scales, covering the sky. At the same time, the rings of light vibrated. Amidst the rumbling sounds of heavy steel, one after another, War Halos shot out from the densely packed large shields.
Tenacious Halo, Defensive Halo, Black Iron Halo, Tempering Halo, Charging Halo, Attack Halo … One after another, tens of thousands of halos vibrated and rumbled, connecting into one.
In an instant, a huge battle intent erupted from the soldiers of Mengshe Zhao. Above these shield-wielding soldiers, the void distorted and a huge rock appeared, emitting a milky-white light. Gradually, it appeared.
As soon as this huge rock appeared, the entire atmosphere of Mengshe Zhao's army instantly changed. It became much heavier and steadier.
"White Stone Legion!"
On the top of the mountain, the wind howled. Wang Chong looked down from above and saw the illusion of a huge white rock slowly appearing above the soldiers of Mengshe Zhao's frontline. Wang Chong's expression instantly turned solemn.
"Gelofeng is very ambitious. He has indeed trained quite a number of troops over the years! The quality of these troops may not be comparable to the Annam Protectorate, but they are very similar in all aspects. "
"White Stone Legion", one of the elite legions trained under Gelofeng.
Although Wang Chong had never seen it before, it was a well-known name back then. This army contributed a lot in the battle of Erhai. The White Stone Legion was one of the armies with the largest number of soldiers in Mengshe Zhao. There were no less than 100,000 of them.
Rumble. The sky and earth shook. Tens of thousands of Mengshe Zhao's White Stone Legion marched in an orderly manner. They divided themselves into phalanxes and moved slowly but firmly towards the Annam Protectorate from all directions.
Seeing this scene, both Wang Chong and the other generals on the top of the mountain could not help but feel their eyelids twitch.
"Mengshe Zhao's White Stone Legion is almost the same as the Tang dynasty in terms of marching, the use of shields, and the way of marching. Back then, the Holy Emperor was benevolent and supported Mengshe Zhao with many things, including the training methods of the army and the way of battle formations. But now, these are being used by Gelofeng to deal with the Tang dynasty. This guy is really scheming and putting in a lot of effort! "
Wang Chong's sleeves fluttered in the wind. Thoughts flashed through his mind. With such a similar style of army, coupled with Gelofeng's understanding of the Tang dynasty, and the fact that they were fighting in a foreign land, it was not surprising that the Annam Protectorate suffered a crushing defeat.
"… Unfortunately, Gelofeng, your opponent is me!"
Looking down the mountain, Wang Chong's gaze slowly turned cold and hard. The art of war was the combination of truth and falsehood. If Gelofeng really thought that he could defeat the Tang dynasty a second time just because he had defeated them once, then he was really wrong.
"Get ready!"
Wang Chong raised his right hand and quickly gave the first order. Following this order, the air rumbled, and like magic, one dazzling halo after another rumbled, shooting out wave after wave from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain.
The one hundred thousand Tang soldiers stood on different halos from the summit to the base of the mountain. With the help of the steel walls, the original mountain was gone, replaced by a mountain of steel formed from men and steel. Translated by: Hypersheep325 Edited by: Michyrr
Killing intent and baleful aura gushed out, exuding a dangerous aura. At this moment, the Tang army was dignified and silent. Everyone exuded the aura of a well-trained, battle-hardened, iron-blooded, and merciless.
Anyone who saw this army would be able to sense the frightening strength and aura exuding from them. The tens of thousands of soldiers were solemn and motionless, not a single person making a sound. They were as orderly as a single person.
The strength and aura of tens of thousands of people gathered together was not something an ordinary army could achieve.
At this moment, the Tang army on the Hundred Thousand Mountains once more began to show signs of that invincible Tang Dynasty army that had once swept through the world.
More than one hundred thousand Annam Protectorate soldiers had died in the battle of Erhai, but not only had the Annam Protectorate not crumbled, it had even gotten stronger.
"These scoundrels …"
At the base of the mountain, the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang commanders also widened their eyes at this sight.
Even though they stood on different sides, they had to admit that the Tang Dynasty's systematic training methods had produced soldiers of such high quality that not even the Ouzan could compare.
If not for the fact that cavalry were inherently superior to infantry and that the Ouzan possessed the most cavalry, the southwestern war would have ended in a completely different way.
"Fight! Fight! Fight! "
A series of deafening roars rang out as orders were issued. Tens of thousands of Whitestone soldiers used their shields as cover and advanced in an orderly fashion.
On the summit, the clattering of bows and crossbows could be heard.
Unlike the Mengshe Zhao soldiers who were rapidly approaching, the Tang soldiers on the mountain remained motionless, as if they were statues. Their cold and bright gazes were focused on the base of the mountain.
This combination of movement and stillness placed an even greater pressure on the soldiers.
Fifty zhang!
Forty zhang!
Thirty zhang!
Twenty zhang!
… …
The atmosphere was tense to the extreme. Whether on the summit or the base of the mountain, all the Tang, Mengshe, or Ü-Tsang commanders were focused on the front line.
Finally …
Bang!
With this massive explosion, the Whitestone soldiers at the very front finally clashed with the Tang army and began to engage in a chaotic melee.
"Kiiiill! "Kiiiill!
"Kiiiill! "Kiiiill!
Heaven-shaking roars shook the world, rumbling like harvested wheat. The moment the two armies clashed, the soldiers of Mengshe Zhao's Whitestone army and the Tang army began to fall like wooden stakes.
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