Although nothing had happened yet, a huge pressure suddenly came crashing down on him.
Ever since the start of the battle, the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army had only sent one or two generals. There had been no large-scale deployment of generals. But now, everything was completely different.
Longqinba, Fengjiayi, Duan Yangyan, Ciren Xiangxiong, Tumi Sangzha … in the previous battles, any one of these people would have been enough to cause the Tang Dynasty a great deal of trouble, let alone all of them.
A storm was brewing. At this moment, even the slowest person could tell that they were about to face a fierce battle.
"Rumble!"
Smoke and dust billowed. From the south of the mountain range, a torrent of steel surged over. At the very front of the group, two silhouettes were moving side by side. They were very eye-catching.
"Young Master Wang, have you resolved the problem of water?"
Loud laughter came from the base of the mountain. Dalun Ruozan was seated on the back of an Ouzan steed. He was the first to look up at the summit, a smile in his eyes. He could sense that the mood of the Tang people was extremely bad.
In the past few days, he had been forced to do all sorts of things by Wang Chong, and Dalun Ruozan had rarely been suppressed to this extent. But in the end, Wang Chong had still managed to find his weak point.
"Young Master, don't speak with him."
Even The Eagle could tell that Dalun Ruozan was up to no good in seeking out Wang Chong to speak with him.
"It's fine."
Wang Chong waved his hand. His expression had been grave, but when he heard Dalun Ruozan's words, he couldn't help but smile.
"Prime Minister, I know that you're going to launch another attack today. Let's make a bet. Let's bet on how many Ouzan and Mengshe Zhao will lose this time? "
Wang Chong faintly smiled, and as he spoke, he walked up to the banner.
"On the first day, Ouzan and Mengshe Zhao lost nearly a hundred thousand men. Prime Minister, guess how many of your men will die after this battle ends? I guess half the people here are going to die. What do you think? "
As Wang Chong spoke, he slowly extended a finger and drew a circle in the direction of the army at the foot of the mountain.
"Buzz!"
Hearing these words, Ouzan's people didn't have much of a reaction. After all, they didn't understand. However, Mengshe Zhao's people were different. In an instant, the entire army's expressions changed. The atmosphere was completely different from before.
Wang Chong's words might just be a threat to others, but to Mengshe Zhao's people, it was a real warning. This was because, among the nearly one hundred thousand people who died on the first day, more than eighty percent of them were Mengshe Zhao's men.
To these people, Wang Chong's words were definitely not a simple threat.
"Haha, Young Master, you have a sharp tongue!"
Dalun Ruozan waved his feather fan as an almost imperceptible glint flashed across his eyes. He had to admit that even he didn't expect Wang Chong to use such a move.
"However, what's the use of having a sharp tongue, Young Master? Cleverness can be the bane of one's own ingenuity. Young Master purposely chose this place to fight us, but in the end, he dug his own grave. "
"Prime Minister, don't you think it's too early to say that?"
Wang Chong's gaze paused for a moment, then he sneered and said,
"Let's wait until after the battle to decide who's whose grave."
"Haha, it's good that Young Master is so confident. I won't say anything else to you. "
As Dalun Ruozan spoke, he turned his gaze in another direction. Seeing this, Wang Chong only smiled and said nothing.
"Wang Yan, Xianyu Zhongtong, this is your last chance. Do you want to surrender?"
Dalun Ruozan's voice echoed throughout the battlefield.
"Prime Minister, don't waste your energy. Let's fight!"
The battlefield was silent. After a moment, Wang Yan's voice finally rang out. His words were concise and straightforward, leaving no room for negotiation.
"Hmph, as you wish!"
With a cold grunt, Dalun Ruozan turned his horse around and walked towards the back of the battlefield amidst the billowing dust.
"Begin!"
Following the cold voice, rows of high-pitched and desolate yak horns sounded across the sky. Strong winds howled and thick smoke billowed. In this tense atmosphere, the first wave of attack was not from Ouzan and Mengshe Zhao's cavalry, but from giant rocks.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Huge rocks whistled and tumbled as they soared into the sky from afar. They drew huge arcs in the void and then smashed into the mountain fiercely. Rumble. Dust billowed. Pieces of the steel wall were tilted and some were even sent flying.
"Watch out! … "
Screams resounded over the mountain. Under the assault of the giant rocks, the Annam Protectorate soldiers on the mountain began to take cover.
"Kill! … "
The moment the giant rocks fell, the entire Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army also attacked. Rumble! Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, huge metal shields flickered with a cold, dim light.
The White Stone Legion, seventy percent of which had been killed by the Annam Protectorate in the previous battle, attacked once more. This time, everyone was mobilized, even the injured Duan Wuzhi.
His body was wrapped in bandages, and his aura was flickering between light and dark, strong and weak, but his eyes were bright and spirited.
"All soldiers, advance! Anyone who dares to retreat will be immediately executed.
"Kill five of the Tang people and you will be rewarded with a centurion. Kill ten of the Tang people and you will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold!!"
… …
Duan Wuzhi's hoarse voice resounded over the battlefield, and the rings of light beneath his feet began to spread to cover the entire army.
Bam!
To the southeast, the elephants bellowed as they followed closely behind the White Stone Legion. Under the cover of the Mengshe Zhao soldiers, the mountainous Erhai elephants began to charge toward the mountain.
If one looked carefully, one would discover that the ears of these elephants were glimmering with a white-gold light. These were exquisite metal ornaments.
In the battle several days ago, Wang Chong had killed more than two hundred elephants with just a few roars, and several thousand soldiers had been killed by the rampaging elephants.
In order to deal with the Tang people, Mengshe Zhao had designed these exquisite ornaments to help the elephants block the soundwave attacks.
All of this had been the handiwork of Dalun Ruozan.
To the southwest, Mengshe Zhao soldiers dressed in gold and white armor swarmed forward. Whether it was in spirit, energy, or strength, these people were far superior to the rest of the army. They weren't the slightest bit inferior to the Annam Protectorate at the summit, and the quality of their armor was even superior.
In all of the Mengshe Zhao Empire, only Crown Prince Fengjiayi's Dragon Son Legion could be equipped with such fine armor. This legion was composed entirely of elites, and a significant portion of them were even part of Mengshe Zhao's Imperial Guard.
This legion was under the direct command of Gelofeng, and even Fengjiayi had to obtain Gelofeng's approval before he could mobilize them.
As the two armies began to fight, Gelofeng finally handed over Mengshe Zhao's most elite legion to Fengjiayi.
"All soldiers, hear my order. Without my order, no one is allowed to move."
Fully armored, Fengjiayi stared at the summit, his eyes blazing with the desire to fight.
Come, Wang Chong! Today, this place will be your burial ground.
Fengjiayi's heart blazed with the flames of war. Never before had Fengjiayi wanted to destroy an opponent as much as he did now. This was not just for the fallen Jiao Serro, but for himself.
In this battle, Wang Chong had overshadowed far too much of his brilliance. If he couldn't surpass his opponent, then the best method was to completely destroy him.
Northeast, northwest, south, north … Ciren Xiangxiong, Longqinba, Duan Hengdao, all the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang commanders launched their attacks.
Behind them were tens of thousands of soldiers, boundless like a sea, endless, surrounding the entire mountain range.
Clangclangclang! Countless war halos erupted from their feet and spread throughout the army.
"All commanders, take up your positions and prepare to attack."
On the summit, Wang Chong's voice was calm and composed, spreading through the army. Following Wang Chong's order, the hundreds of Annam Protectorate commanders were like chess pieces, scattered all over the mountain.
If one looked down from the sky, they would discover that the distribution of these Tang Dynasty commanders was like the stars in the sky.
— — The Myriad Stars Formation. This was an extremely powerful formation in his previous life. It could link the generals who played a key role in the army into a sturdy fortress.
This formation could maximize the strength of these generals and radiate their strength to the rest of the army.
This formation had not yet appeared in this era, and Wang Chong did not have enough time to train these commanders. However, a rough demonstration of the Myriad Stars Formation was more than enough to raise the fighting power of the army.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Dazzling halos blazed like flames, the Halos of Thorns connecting with each other to cover the entire mountain. In just a moment, the two armies crashed into each other like a tidal wave.
Rumble! No one could describe the impact at that moment. The earth quaked and the mountains swayed. The entire mountain range trembled violently from the impact. Many broken rocks rolled down from the mountain range.
"Kill! — — "
"Kill! — — "
… …
The first to attack was not the White Stone Legion, but the even more powerful Giant Elephant Legion. The army parted, and an Erhai elephant, eight to nine meters tall, flapped its huge ears, and rushed up the slope with heavy steps like a gust of wind.
Bang! A steel wall weighing six to seven thousand jin was swept up by the elephant's trunk, and was immediately flung into the sky as if it was weightless. Then, it was flung down the slope.
Dingdingding! Hooks flew out and latched onto the distant steel walls. Ten-some Tibetan cavalry swiftly turned around and began to madly pull. With a massive boom, the walls collapsed, sending dust into the air. Many of the Mengshe Zhao soldiers who had been waiting for a long time charged forward.
And of all the soldiers, the sharpest was Longqinba. Bzzz! A sharp saber arc cut through the air, and wherever it passed, screams and severed limbs flew through the air. Even the sturdy steel walls were cut open by this saber arc.
Longqinba's strength had reached an inconceivable level, and wherever he went, he would create a battlefield of asura.
"Hahaha, the so-called Tang Dynasty is only so-so!"
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