Thump thump thump!
While Dalun Ruozan, Huoshu Huizang, and the others were still in shock at the tactics and strategies displayed by the Tang troops on the summit, Wang Chong's tactics had already produced an immediate effect. Thump thump thump! Dense ranks of Tang troops charged down from the summit. The scene of harvesting like wheat once more appeared. One after another, the soldiers of the White Stone Legion screamed as they fell to the spears of the Annam Protectorate.
"Kill! Don't be afraid of them! — — "
The eyes of some of the valiant White Stone Legion soldiers turned blood-red as they roared and attempted to charge forward, fighting for their lives with the soldiers of the Annam Protectorate. But in a flash of light, swooshswooshswoosh! Sabers and swords stabbed at them from all sides, stabbing through their chests and emerging from their backs. In the blink of an eye, these fearless Whitestone Corps soldiers dropped to the ground, their eyes wide open.
"This shouldn't be happening!"
When these warriors of the White Stone Legion fell at the last moment, their hearts were filled with a deep sense of unwillingness. On the shores of Erhai, they had killed more than one elite of the Tang Dynasty's Annam Protectorate.
On the bodies of these fallen Annam Protectorate elites, they had built up a powerful self-confidence.
— — The White Stone Legion was not the slightest bit weaker than the Annam Protectorate. No! It far surpassed them!
But no one could understand why things had turned out this way in the blink of an eye. This battle had been fought in a complete mess. Although they had seen everything clearly, they had no idea what had happened when they were retreating.
"We clearly had the advantage, so why did things suddenly turn out like this …"
As these thoughts flashed through their minds, the minds of these warriors of the White Stone Legion went black, and then they knew nothing else. Thump thump thump! Countless corpses covered the surface of the mountain like a sea. This time, the number of White Stone Legion soldiers who died was much higher than the last time, and the speed of the deaths was incomparably fast.
When the number of people involved in a war reached the level of more than ten thousand, the number of people dying in a breath's time was always beyond imagination.
"Warning, the number of Annan Protectorate army soldiers killed in battle is 1021! The Obliteration Line has been lowered further! "
[Congratulations, Host. You have killed 20000 warriors of the Mengshe Zhao Empire. You have obtained an additional 1,000 (500 * 2) to the upper limit. The condition for the Host to be erased has been changed. When the remaining warriors of the Annam Protectorate fall below 39000, the Host will be erased!]
…
On the mountaintop, a series of familiar voices poured down from his mind like a waterfall. When he heard these voices, Brain Wang stood on the mountaintop, his long hair and robes fluttering in the wind. A smile appeared on his face.
"The White Stone Legion … only has eighty thousand soldiers left!"
The army of the Mengshe Zhao Empire was very similar to the army of the Tang dynasty. It was primarily infantry, and of all the legions, the shield-like soldiers of the White Stone Legion would always stand on the very front lines of the battlefield.
Without the protection of the White Stone Legion, the threat that the Mengshe Zhao Empire posed to the Tang dynasty would be greatly reduced.
The Tang dynasty was famed throughout the world for the quality of its equipment, and all its soldiers were armed to the teeth. Without the existence of the White Stone Legion, the Tang dynasty's superiority in equipment would be able to be quickly displayed.
"1021 soldiers have died, a casualty ratio of nearly 20 to 1. Not bad! If this ratio can be maintained, the one hundred thousand soldiers of the Tang dynasty will be able to wipe out the five hundred thousand soldiers of the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army! "
Wang Chong inwardly sneered. When it came to those ambitious wolves who coveted the Central Plains, coveted the Tang dynasty, only by teaching them a harsh lesson would they understand what people and what things could not be offended or coveted!
"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! "
On the mountaintop, everyone was in a panic. At the start, the eight-thousand-some casualties hadn't meant much, but now that the death toll had reached twenty thousand and was still rising, everything changed.
Twenty thousand out of one hundred thousand soldiers was equivalent to one out of every five being killed … The number of corpses scattered across the mountain was not something that could be ignored.
"Hurry and retreat!"
"Damn it! Just what did these scoundrels do! "
… …
One wave, two waves, three waves … after being defeated three times by the Tang army using the same method, all the commanders of the White Stone Legion were terrified. They had completely understood their strategy, understood their intentions, but they had been utterly unable to stop themselves from being defeated by the same simple strategy.
"Bastard!"
Duan Wuzhi was both shocked and infuriated. The 'Medicine King' behind him and the 'Halo of Giant Strength' of the thorns at his feet were pushed to their limits. Boomboomboom! Wave after wave of Stellar Energy rumbled toward Zhao Wujiang.
That sharp sword that could cut a hair was also swung to its limits by Duan Wuzhi, a storm of attacks raining down on Zhao Wujiang.
"It's useless!"
A bone-chilling voice came from the other side. Zhao Wujiang's deep gaze was fixed on Duan Wuzong. He had long since seen through the initiative and clearly understood what Duan Wuzong meant.
"Isn't it too late to escape me now?"
Bang!
Zhao Wujiang stamped his right foot on the solid ground and charged forward like a god of war. His long saber fiercely chopped down at Duan Wuzong with the power to split the sky. The two of them once again engaged in a fierce battle.
No matter how much Duan Wuzhi wanted to retreat, no matter how hard he tried to escape from Zhao Wujiang, he could not succeed.
"Bastard, you madman!"
Duan Wuzhi was furious. The losses of the White Stone Legion had left him bleeding. He had personally trained every soldier, and he had poured a great deal of blood and sweat into this White Stone Legion.
Although the White Stone Legion had the numerical advantage, it was completely toyed around in the hands of the Tang Dynasty. Wave after wave of White Stone Legion soldiers had died on the slope before they could even display their strength.
Although the leading generals had tried their best to restrain the army and reorganize the formation, in the face of the Tang Dynasty's strategy, all their efforts were in vain.
"Hahaha, Duan Wuzhi, I know that you have been learning from the Tang Dynasty, and I have always known that you want to surpass the Tang Dynasty and surpass me. Mengshe Zhao has hidden his ambition. He has helped Mengshe Zhao so much in the Tang Dynasty, from the military to farming, from Confucianism to silkworm weaving, and after all these, he still wants to touch the Tang Dynasty. It is despicable and hateful. But Duan Wuzhi, Mengshe Zhao will not succeed in the end, and you will not succeed in the end. Do you know why? Do you know where the gap between us is? "
Looking at the anxious face of Duan Wuzhi, who wanted to leave and tried his best, but could not get rid of him completely, at this moment, Zhao Wujiang only felt very happy in his heart. So many of his colleagues had died on the banks of Erhai, which made Zhao Wujiang's heart ache. He had once thought that it was his responsibility.
Because of this, he deeply blamed himself.
But now, seeing those Mengshe Zhao's people who had killed the Annam Protectorate on the banks of Erhai fall one after another, and seeing Duan Wuzhi's twisted and furious face, Zhao Wujiang only felt very happy in his heart.
"Zhao Wujiang, you're bullsh * tting!!"
Duan Wuzhi roared angrily. His eyes were red and bloodshot.
"Hahaha, Duan Wuzhi, you don't want to hear it, but I want to say it. Do you know why Mengshe Zhao and Gelofeng can never succeed? Do you know why you and your White Stone Legion can never compare to the Annam Protectorate? Because of us, because of the Great Tang, we have far more talents than you can imagine. Talented generals, talented ministers, talented officials … These people might not appear in the same place for a while or even for a very long time, and you might not even know of their existence. "
"But as long as the empire is in trouble, as long as the empire needs them, they will descend from the sky, one after the other, and appear in front of you in an endless stream."
"You think that it's enough to surpass me? Hahaha, Duan Wuzhi, you're too naive! Although I am a high-ranking general of the Annam Protectorate, I am nothing in the Tang dynasty. There are hundreds and thousands of people who surpass Zhao Wujiang, whether it is in cultivation or military attainments, and it is not just a small number. In the end, I, Zhao Wujiang, am just a nobody. "
"… Do you know who was the real commander of this war and the person who defeated you? It was a seventeen-year-old youth, a seventeen-year-old youth! Duan Wuzhi, can you imagine? An ordinary seventeen-year-old youth was able to beat all of you into a complete rout, able to toy with the hundreds of thousands of soldiers of your Mengshe – Ü-Tsang coalition in the palm of his hand! "
"Bullshit!!"
Duan Wuzhi finally couldn't help but curse. Although he knew that Zhao Wujiang was intentionally provoking him, Duan Wuzhi still couldn't suppress his anger.
Defeating the Tang dynasty, reviving the Six Zhao of Erhai, spreading the name of the Mengshe Zhao Empire to the entire continent, planting the banner of Erhai throughout the Nine Continents — this was not the dream of Emperor Gelofeng alone. It was the dream of millions of Mengshe Zhao people and Mengshe Zhao Great General.
Great General Duan Gequan, Crown Prince Fengjiayi, Duan Wuzhi, the White Elephant Corps, the Erhai Corps, and all the other generals … every Mengshe Zhao general had this intense desire and dream buried deep within their hearts.
Thus, this war had never been the dream of Emperor Gelofeng alone. This war had never been initiated by him alone. This was the long-cherished wish of all the people of Mengshe Zhao.
As long as the Tang dynasty remained on the shores of the Erhai, as long as Mengshe Zhao remained a vassal of the Tang dynasty and had not yet surpassed the Tang dynasty, generals like him would continue to appear.
Duan Wuzhi could tolerate Zhao Wujiang's insults, but he could not tolerate Zhao Wujiang's slander of his dream.
Swish!
Just when Duan Wuzhi was at his most agitated and enraged, swish! A blood-colored longsword surged with raging flames. Like a white steed galloping through a gap, it grew larger and larger. With a swish, it pierced through Duan Wuzhi's Stellar Energy and pierced deep into his shoulder blade. With a squelch, the bright red tip of the sword emerged from Duan Wuzhi's back.
"Ah! — — "
With a shrill scream, Zhao Wujiang's tyrannical, swift, and destructive Stellar Energy transformed into thousands of threads that pierced through his shoulder blade and into Duan Wuzhi's body, penetrating his meridians.
All his rage was instantly extinguished. Zhao Wujiang pressed forward and slammed a palm into Duan Wuzhi's chest. Boom! Under the gazes of tens of thousands of people, Duan Wuzhi's body curled up into a ball and spun like a kite with its string cut.
"General!!"
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