"Boom!"
Without the slightest hesitation, the two armies crashed against the mountain like howling waves. This was the most intense clash since the start of the battle. Other than Gelofeng and Duan Gequan, the rest of the army of more than four hundred thousand had been thrown into the battle.
This time, Dalun Ruozan did not use any tactics. He simply pushed forward, using his overwhelming strength to push his way up the mountain. When one's army far outnumbered the other, numbers became the greatest tactic, the greatest strategy.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
A series of earth-shattering shouts rang out, and the rolling black steel wave was enough to make everyone's expression change in horror.
"Ready!"
"Ready!"
"Forward!"
… …
Wang Chong's voice resounded over the mountain. The first to attack was not the surging Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army, but the Annam Protectorate on the summit. Swishswishswish! The first volley of arrows howled through the air, landing in the middle of this flood of steel.
Bang!
Like a boulder falling into a river, countless arrows pierced through necks, cheeks, knees, and bodies. Hundreds of Mengshe – Ü-Tsang soldiers immediately collapsed to the ground, the flood of Mengshe – Ü-Tsang soldiers immediately falling into disorder.
Thwishswishswish!
One wave, two waves, three waves … Countless arrows rained down in a concentrated manner, and the chaos continued to increase.
"It's useless. When the number of soldiers reaches a certain level, local victories and defeats are no longer important."
Dalun Ruozan looked up the mountain, his eyes calm.
In an army of one hundred soldiers, if one hundred died, it would be a complete wipeout. In an army of two hundred, if one hundred died, it would be a heavy injury. In an army of one thousand, it would be a setback. And when the number increased to several thousand, or even tens of thousands, the effect would be negligible.
The damage caused by Wang Chong's archers was insignificant to the army of hundreds of thousands.
However, Dalun Ruozan had still underestimated Wang Chong's strategic intentions. As waves of arrows rained down, Wang Chong immediately activated the Myriad Stars Formation when the hundreds of thousands of black steel torrents were thrown into disorder and revealed a slight flaw.
The tens of thousands of soldiers of the Annam Protectorate were like countless torrents of water, constantly crisscrossing, colliding, and crashing into each other like ropes as they charged down the mountain toward the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army.
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…
In a few short moments, a string of voices poured out of Wang Chong's mind like a waterfall. Countless halos were clattering and colliding on the surface of the mountain. Attack halos, strength halos, speed halos, strength halos, defense halos, charge halos … hundreds of thousands of different war halos covered every inch of the mountain.
The intensity of this battle had far surpassed anyone's imagination. Not even Wang Chong had expected it to be this intense. Wang Chong's Myriad Stars Formation was like the sharpest of ropes, slicing apart the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army, surrounding it, and then constantly harvesting it.
The Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army was felled like wheat, and the data pouring down from Wang Chong's mind clearly displayed the severity of the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army's losses.
Dalun Ruozan seemed to have made the ultimate decision. He was using massive casualties to reduce the space the Tang army had to maneuver. As wave after wave of Mengshe – Ü-Tsang soldiers fell, the other armies in the rear would quickly take their place.
This method was simple, cruel, and extremely effective. After paying a heavy price, the Tang army's space to maneuver had been squeezed to the limit. At this point, not even Wang Chong had much room to maneuver.
When faced with a fierce, valiant, decisive, and daring enemy commander who disregarded sacrifice and cost, even Wang Chong's art of war was no longer as easy to deal with.
Against such an opponent, even Wang Chong couldn't help but feel a sense of solemnity.
… …
"Milord, we've paid a heavy price!"
The old chief found it hard to maintain his composure as he watched the soldiers fall in droves. At the base of the mountain, he could clearly see a bloody torrent cascading down from the summit.
The intensity of the battle was beyond imagination. The earth of the mountain had already been dyed red by the blood of the soldiers. At this point, it was no longer clear whether this was the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army's or the Annam Protectorate's.
"There's nothing to be done. This is a price we must pay."
Dalun Ruozan slightly closed his eyes. Not even he could remain calm in the intensity of the battle. The fighting power displayed by the Annam Protectorate on the mountain had already surpassed imagination.
Not even Zhangchou Jianqiong, who had been in charge of the Ngari Royal Lineage for decades, had been able to force him to this state. But all of this was a price that had to be paid.
Human wave tactics … this sort of Tang dynasty is truly too unsettling! If the Tang dynasty has a few more talents like this, the Ouzan will never be able to contend against it.
Dalun Ruozan looked at the summit, a sliver of unease in his heart.
As the war in the southwest continued, not even Dalun Ruozan realized that his original goal had changed from exterminating the more than eighty thousand Annam Protectorate soldiers to eliminating that Wang Chong who had appeared out of nowhere.
In the depths of Dalun Ruozan's mind, eliminating Wang Chong was a higher priority than even the Annam Protectorate.
But it just so happened that Dalun Ruozan could not reveal any of these thoughts. Wang Chong's vigilance was far more formidable than anyone could imagine. Putting aside the fact that he was surrounded by layers upon layers of Annam Protectorate soldiers, the slightest hint that Wang Chong might throw caution to the wind and flee if the situation turned for the worse.
Having seen Wang Chong disguise himself as an Ouzan soldier to attack Mengshe Zhao, as well as disguise himself as a Mengshe Zhao soldier to attack Ouzan, Dalun Ruozan actually had no confidence in being able to keep him here.
… …
"Rumble!"
The battle was still going on. In the south, the gigantic Mighty Miracle God and the golden Vairocana Buddha were engaged in a fierce battle on the mountain range. A golden halo that resembled the radiant sun faintly appeared behind the Vairocana Buddha's neck, and behind him, a gigantic snowy mountain faintly appeared.
This was a supreme technique of the Great Snow Mountain Temple being used to its fullest potential.
"Buzz!"
Stellar Energy gathered from all around, strengthening the halo and the image of the snow mountain behind the dignified and divine Vairocana Buddha. Although the Ouzan Empire did not have a supreme battle technique like the Mighty Miracle God Formation, it still had techniques and artifacts that could borrow the strength of its soldiers.
Even though it was of a much lower level than the Mighty Miracle God Formation, it was still a powerful formation.
"Neigh!"
Behind Huoshu Huizang, highland steeds neighed miserably as they fell to the ground, and the usually ferocious Ouzan soldiers also collapsed to the ground as if all their strength had been sucked out.
At the same time, opposite Huoshu Huizang, the Annam Protectorate was not in a good situation either. Clang, clang, clang. The halo vibrated, and the auras of countless Annam Protectorate soldiers visibly weakened.
The Mighty Miracle God Formation could not only absorb the strength of other generals, but it could also absorb the strength of other soldiers. This was also the reason why Wang Yan and Xianyu Zhongtong were able to resist Huoshu Huizang and Duan Gequan through the formation.
The battle in the south was in a stalemate, and on the other side, the battle between Wang Chong and Dalun Ruozan had also entered a white-hot stage.
"Warning! 1280 Annam Protectorate casualties! "
"Warning! 2314 Annam Protectorate casualties! "
"Warning! 3215 Annam Protectorate casualties! "
"Warning! 3847 Annam Protectorate casualties! "
… …
A string of warnings rang out in Wang Chong's mind. Dalun Ruozan's strategy had finally begun to show results, and Wang Chong's Annam Protectorate was beginning to suffer heavy casualties.
This was a contest of wills, and the effects of strategy and strategy were becoming extremely small.
Dalun Ruozan's Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army continued to surge up the mountain. No matter how much resistance they encountered, it seemed like they would never stop. No matter how many casualties there were, there would always be more soldiers surging up the mountain.
But the forty thousand soldiers commanded by Wang Chong displayed a different side. They were callous and calm, like a rock before the raging waves. No matter how many Mengshe – Ü-Tsang soldiers surged forward, they would never retreat.
Whether it was Wang Chong or Dalun Ruozan, both sides had suffered heavy casualties.
"Cavalry, mount your horses!"
At the most intense moment of the battle, Wang Chong's eyes flashed as he suddenly mounted the White-hoofed Shadow's horse. Behind him, warhorses neighed as one powerful Tang Dynasty cavalry after another leaped onto the summit.
Clang!
Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Chong unsheathed his WuZi Steel sword.
"Lin Wushou, I'll leave the command to you!"
"Neigh!"
The White-hoofed Shadow let out a heaven-shaking neigh as it led the two-thousand-some Tang Dynasty cavalry down the mountain like a bolt of lightning. At this point, all of the Tang Dynasty's reserves had been used up.
"Rumble!"
No one could describe the impact Wang Chong's two-thousand-strong cavalry had inflicted on the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army. Wang Chong had chosen precisely where the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army was lacking in soldiers, its weakest point.
The rapid charge of the cavalry, the amplification of the terrain and the Halo of Dusk Stallion, had transformed Wang Chong's two-thousand-strong cavalry into the sharpest blade, piercing through the entire Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army.
Rumble! The entire mountain was thrown into chaos. Wang Chong's Myriad Stars Formation had already been exerting a constant pressure, but Wang Chong's two-thousand-strong cavalry had become the straw that broke the camel's back.
"Ah!"
Screams resounded from the summit as the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army fell into chaos. Wang Chong's Myriad Stars Formation pushed forward, and countless Ouzan and Mengshe Zhao soldiers fell to the ground.
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… …
A string of voices washed over Wang Chong's mind like a waterfall, and when all the voices reached their peak, something completely unexpected occurred to Wang Chong.
"Congratulations to user for killing more than 200,000 foreign soldiers. The conditions for advancement have been met, and the Bane of the Battlefield Halo has been upgraded to the third level!"
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