"You can leave. Let me have some peace and quiet."
Dalun Ruozan said.
The tent was empty, but a young figure had clearly appeared before Dalun Ruozan's eyes. At this moment, he was keenly aware that on the other side of the mountain, there was someone just like him, their brows tightly shut, suffering from the same vexation, unable to sleep.
In these few decades, Zhangchou Jianqiong had been no match for him, and neither had Xianyu Zhongtong. Dalun Ruozan had never imagined that just when he had the absolute advantage in numbers, he would encounter the most valiant foe he had ever encountered.
In this battle, it was already foreordained that there would be no victor. It was just a matter of who would lose more miserably.
"Huoshu, we won't lose. Absolutely not, right? "
Dalun Ruozan didn't even raise his head as he spoke to Huoshu Huicang, who had appeared behind him at some point, a rare hint of exhaustion in his voice.
"Relax, we won't lose. Absolutely not! I will always believe in you! "
Hidden in the shadows, Huoshu Huizang pressed a broad and powerful palm against Dalun Ruozan's shoulder.
… …
The southwest of the empire finally welcomed a rare moment of peace under the assault of Wang Chong and Dalun Ruozan. But for the Tang dynasty and the surrounding powers, this was destined to be an uneasy moment of peace.
The tigers devouring the dragon and overthrowing the Tang dynasty had begun with Mengshe Zhao and Ouzan in the southwest.
That was the beginning of everything, and it was also destined to be the end.
Victory or defeat in that place would determine the outcome of the entire war.
The Goguryeo Empire, the Eastern and Western Turkic Khaganates, the Abbasid Caliphate, Charax Spasinu … countless eyes were watching that place. Every day, countless pigeons flew out of the southwest.
… …
"Sir, Ouzan's army seems to have been reduced by a lot!"
In Longxi of the Tang dynasty, traces of the flames of war could be seen everywhere. Desolation and scars could be seen everywhere. On top of a dilapidated Big Dipper City, a high-ranking captain of the Big Dipper Army gazed at the tall plateau across from him and suddenly cried out.
Longxi had been embroiled in a bitter battle for a long time.
Since the start of the battle, this was the first time Ouzan's side had such a sign.
At the top of Big Dipper City, Geshu Han stood motionlessly on the city walls. He had fair skin and a handsome face. Even though he was already past his thirties, he still possessed an astonishing temperament and charm.
However, Geshu Han's ability to suppress the western border and become the Big Dipper Great General of the Great Tang had never been due to his appearance, but his formidable strength and superb grasp of the art of war.
Geshu Han exuded an extremely sharp aura. Just by standing on the walls, he was like an unsheathed saber, standing guard over the city walls and blocking wave after wave of attacks from the Ouzan.
But not even Geshu Han could understand this change in the Ouzan.
We Tadra Khonglo was the King of Generals of the Ouzan, his status above that of Huoshu Huizang and Dusong Mangpoje. Logically speaking, this sort of mistake should not have occurred.
"There's a problem on the plateau!"
As Geshu Han was furrowing his brow in thought, a heavy, mellow, and dignified voice came from behind him. Behind the city gate tower, a middle-aged man dressed in court attire and wearing a jade python belt, with a square face and an honest look on his face, appeared to be extremely wise and farsighted.
Although his appearance was gentle and his facial features were not particularly handsome, this middle-aged man exuded an aura as boundless as the sea.
Geshu Han was the Big Dipper Great General, presiding over the western border and possessing peerless strength, but he was still a head lower than this middle-aged man.
"Teacher!"
Geshu Han's expression flickered, and he excitedly bowed in respect.
Geshu Han's status as the Big Dipper Great General meant that only the Crown Prince's Junior Guardian, the former commander of the Big Dipper Army, the War God of the Tang Dynasty, Wang Zhongsi, could make him lower his head and call his teacher.
In the Tang Dynasty, everyone knew that Geshu Han had once been Wang Zhongsi's subordinate and had been promoted by Wang Zhongsi. It was precisely because of Wang Zhongsi that he had reached his current level.
But very few people knew that the relationship between Geshu Han and Wang Zhongsi was far from that of an ordinary subordinate and commanding officer.
In truth, Geshu Han had been raised single-handedly by Wang Zhongsi.
Rather than saying that Geshu Han was Wang Zhongsi's subordinate, it would be better to say that Geshu Han was Wang Zhongsi's student. In private, in Longxi, Geshu Han had never addressed Wang Zhongsi as Lord, but as Teacher.
He had long ago learned that the Crown Prince's Junior Guardian Wang Zhongsi had left the capital. But Geshu Han had not expected Wang Zhongsi to arrive so quickly.
In the face of a major war, We Tadra Khonglo will not easily mobilize his troops. Unless something unexpected happens on the plateau.
A gentle breeze blew as Wang Zhongsi stood on top of the city gate tower. He gazed at the fluttering war flag in the distance, as well as the white warhorse beneath it. In terms of understanding of Ouzan and We Tadra Khonglo, no one understood it better than Wang Zhongsi.
The two of them had always been formidable foes. Alas, We Tadra Khonglo had still lost to Wang Zhongsi by a single move.
"High Primordial Transformation?"
Geshu Han slightly creased his brow. Because of the unique geography of the plateau, Ouzan could be considered the most comfortable country outside of the Tang Dynasty.
Other than the Tang Dynasty, which had fought its way to the plateau several times in its wars with Ouzan, no other faction had been able to invade the plateau.
The plateau's unique geography and altitude made it difficult to breathe, and outsiders simply could not stay there for too long. With such a comfortable geography, what problems could the Ouzan Empire have?
"Have you investigated the southwest?"
Wang Zhongsi suddenly asked, a profound look on his face.
"The southwest?"
Upon hearing these two words, Geshu Han froze, a trace of astonishment flashing across his handsome face.
In the southwest of the Tang Dynasty, the 180,000 soldiers of the Annam Protectorate had been defeated, and Li Zhengyi's tens of thousands of reinforcements had been ambushed and defeated by Huoshu Huizang. Geshu Han had long ago received this news.
The southwest was currently in a state of complete collapse. Could there still be a chance for the southwest to turn?
"I heard that a Lion City has appeared in the southwest …"
Wang Zhongsi slowly said as he looked into the distance.
"Oh?"
Geshu Han slightly creased his brow as he glanced at Wang Zhongsi and then at the southwest, a pensive look on his face.
… …
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"How can a puny Annam Protectorate without Zhangchou Jianqiong standing guard be so firm?"
In a massive tent on the vast steppe, a bearded and bare-chested Turkic man impatiently remarked as he ate a fragrant roast leg of lamb.
"Great Khan, Dalun Ruozan and Huoshu Huizang have met their match this time. More than three hundred thousand Ouzan cavalry and several hundred thousand Mengshe Zhao soldiers have been trapped on a small mountain, unable to break through. "
The Western Turkic Prince of the Left Virtuous said. His aura was vast and boundless, as vast as the mountains and seas.
"Oh? Is the Annam Protectorate that formidable? Didn't they say that they only have less than one hundred thousand soldiers? Could it be that Xianyu Zhongtong has such talent? "
"No, Great Khan! I hear that it's a child called Wang Chong who's particularly skilled in the art of war. Before Mengshe Zhao and the Tang dynasty even began fighting, he built the Lion City on the Erhai plains, and he's currently in command of the Annam Protectorate. "
"Oh?"
Ozmish Khagan put down the leg of lamb in his hand, a grave look finally appearing in his eyes.
"Great Khan, the Tang dynasty is still our enemy. Should we help them now?"
The Prince of the Left Virtuous probed.
The tent was deathly still, the only sound being emitted by the flickering of the fire.
The Western Turkic Khaganate was currently doing its utmost to attract the armies of the Tang dynasty's Beiting Protectorate and Qixi Protectorate. If they wanted to help Mengshe Zhao and Ouzan, it meant …
It was very quiet in the tent. No one spoke.
"We'll do as you say."
After a long while, Ozmish Khagan finally nodded.
"In addition, investigate that Wang Chong. I want to know everything there is to know about him. "
… …
The Eastern Turkic Khaganate, Goguryeo, the Abbasid Caliphate, Charax Spasinu … the Tang dynasty's prolonged war in the southwest had attracted everyone's attention. No one had expected that, without Zhangchou Jianqiong, the Annam Protectorate would be able to hold out for so long against the frenzied assaults of Gelofeng and Dalun Ruozan.
Each empire was taking their own actions to help Mengshe Zhao and Ouzan. Some empires had begun to send soldiers to instigate small-scale battles, while others had begun to think of ways to directly assist Ouzan and Mengshe Zhao.
… …
The night wind blew. It was already the second day after the armistice.
Wang Chong sat cross-legged by himself beneath the banner fluttering high in the sky. His brow was creased, and there was a hint of worry in his expression.
Wang Chong rarely revealed his true thoughts in front of his subordinates. Only when he was alone would he reveal his true thoughts.
In the darkness, Wang Chong's gaze slowly swept over the surface of the mountain, over the dense ranks of soldiers at the foot of the mountain. An almost imperceptible hint of worry appeared in his eyes.
This was an army with strict discipline!
This was also an army that had experienced many trials!
There was no better army in the southwest, because this was also the last army in the southwest.
But at this moment, Wang Chong sensed a rare hint of exhaustion from this army.
Dalun Ruozan's surprise attack had been effective. The problem of water was currently plaguing Wang Chong and the Annam Protectorate.
A person could go three days without eating.
But a person could not go three days without drinking water!
The army's water supply had pretty much been used up yesterday. After today, there would not be a drop of water left on the mountain. Even the blood of the horses had been used up. Because of the extreme lack of water, the entire Annam Protectorate was in a state of parched mouths and easily fatigued.
Although the war had ended two days ago, the army was even more fatigued than before.
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