"If that's the case, I can give it a try when the time comes."
Wang Yan was skeptical, but at this time, there was no better way. This was also a temporary stopgap measure.
"That's right, Father, I once heard some information about the Mighty Miracle God Formation from Senior So Jung-son. It might be useful to Father."
Wang Chong pretended to suddenly remember something and continued.
"War God?!!"
Wang Yan and Xianyu Zhongtong trembled as they stared in shock at Wang Chong.
"Young Master Wang, you actually know the War God?!"
Xianyu Zhongtong grabbed Wang Chong's arm, his expression agitated. He knew that Wang Chong was very talented, but he had never imagined that Wang Chong would know the legendary War God of the Tang Dynasty.
That person was a god-like existence in the current Tang Dynasty, and many people even said that he was dead. Yet Wang Chong was saying that he had a relationship with that lofty War God.
"Chong-er, is what you say true?"
Even Wang Yan had a shocked expression on his face.
Wang Yan had left the capital a long time ago, so he had no idea of So Jung-son's situation. As for Xianyu Zhongtong, he had always lived in the southwest, far from the capital, so he had no way of getting news.
In truth, even in the capital, the relationship between Wang Chong and So Jung-son was only known to an extremely small circle.
"Your child speaks no lies."
Wang Chong said.
It was fated that he could not speak of the events of his last life. Wang Chong could only use So Jung-son's name to explain. So Jung-son had always remained in his residence, refusing all visitors. Outsiders had no chance of meeting him, not even his father Wang Yan.
"No wonder Young Master Chong is so skilled in the art of war."
Xianyu Zhongtong's eyes lit up, as if he had found the reason behind Wang Chong's astonishing talent. Although Wang Chong was young, everything could be explained if he was the heir of the War God.
"Chong-er, just what did Senior Su say?"
Wang Yan frowned slightly and said. Compared to Wang Chong's shocking identity, he was more concerned about what So Jung-son had said.
Wang Chong pondered for a moment, then quickly explained a set of advanced mental cultivation methods regarding the "Mighty Miracle Deity" formation.
In the future, when that calamity descended, tens of thousands of foreign invaders swarmed in, mountains and rivers shattered, the great earth collapsing. All of the martial art secret manuals were no longer secrets.
Wang Chong, as the Supreme Grand Marshal of the world and the supreme "War Saint", had studied several sets of top-notch battle formations of the Tang Dynasty for the sake of war.
Although time had been limited and he hadn't been able to study them all, he had still managed to produce some results. As for the Mighty Miracle Deity Formation, as the formation that Wang Chong's father was most skilled in, it was the first to produce results.
Although it was impossible to greatly increase the power of the Mighty Miracle Deity Formation by making a last-minute effort, it was completely possible to increase the formation's power by a small amount and increase its offensive power.
As Wang Yan listened to Wang Chong recite the mental cultivation method, he became more and more alarmed. He had been practicing the Mighty Miracle Deity Formation for six or seven years now, and he had memorized all the details.
But it was precisely for this reason that Wang Yan knew that this mental cultivation method was of an even higher level.
Rather than calling it a mental cultivation technique, it was more accurate to call it a technique called 'Mighty Spirit Strike'. It allowed one to gather all the strength in one's body for a short period of time and unleash a powerful strike.
This technique would place an enormous burden on the bodies of all the participants in the formation, but it truly could increase the power of the attack.
"Did Old Senior So Jung-son really tell you this?"
Wang Yan was inwardly shocked.
Each of the supreme formation techniques of the Tang Dynasty had a long history and had been refined hundreds of times. For example, the Mighty Miracle Deity Formation could be traced back to the era of Emperor Taizong.
Wang Yan had never imagined that someone would be able to raise the level of a formation of the Tang Dynasty by a level.
"Protector-General, talk with my son for a while. I have some matters to attend to, so I will take my leave."
Wang Yan had long ago become impatient after obtaining the mental cultivation method for the Mighty Miracle Deity Formation, so he couldn't just sit around. The Mighty Miracle Deity Formation would determine the outcome of this battle, so how could Wang Yan possibly wait?
"Young Master Wang, why have I never heard you mention the old War God before?"
Once Wang Yan left, Xianyu Zhongtong curiously asked. This could be said to be the most surprising thing he had heard today.
"With a powerful foe before us, how could Wang Chong be in the mood to mention such things?"
Wang Chong bitterly smiled. From a certain perspective, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was So Jung-son's successor, but So Jung-son had not taught him the art of war. On the contrary, So Jung-son had even been defeated by him.
If not for the urgency of this matter, Wang Chong wouldn't have even mentioned this.
"Young Master is correct."
Xianyu Zhongtong's heart was filled with deep veneration.
"What does Young Master think about the upcoming battle?"
"Lord Protector-General, what do you think about Mengshe Zhao's Great General Duan Gequan?"
Wang Chong earnestly said.
"Oh?"
Xianyu Zhongtong's brow creased, his expression turning grave. He had originally believed that Wang Chong would ask him about the Vajra God Formation, but he hadn't expected Wang Chong to ask about Duan Gequan.
"I originally didn't want to say it, but since Young Master has asked, I'll just say it. In this battle, the one I'm most worried about has never been Huoshu Huizang, but Duan Gequan."
Xianyu Zhongtong's expression was extremely solemn. This was the first time Wang Chong had seen such an expression on his face.
Wang Chong sat upright and still, a look of attentiveness on his face.
"When a wolf stands in the open, no matter how vicious it is or how many there are, you will always be prepared. But when a poisonous snake hides in the grass, you can't see or hear it, so it's impossible to guard against it. Duan Gequan is that poisonous snake. "
In the darkness, Xianyu Zhongtong's words left Wang Chong flabbergasted. Xianyu Zhongtong had always given the impression of being honest and loyal, so these words left Wang Chong flabbergasted.
Wang Chong had never imagined that Xianyu Zhongtong would have such a high evaluation of Duan Gequan, nor had he imagined that while Xianyu Zhongtong appeared to be 'careless', he was actually extremely concerned about everything.
"Lord Protector-General, just what happened in the battle of Erhai?"
Wang Chong finally asked the question that concerned him the most. If he hadn't experienced an extremely painful and indelible event, Wang Chong was confident that Xianyu Zhongtong would never have said these words.
Xianyu Zhongtong's eyes twitched, and a look of reluctance flitted across his face.
"Duan Gequan will never easily strike. He will always keep his eyes on you, watching you, searching for your weakness, and at the most crucial moment, he will strike a fatal blow."
A hint of blood appeared in Xianyu Zhongtong's eyes. The battle of Erhai would forever be the greatest defeat of his life, the deepest humiliation, and the most unforgettable nightmare.
Even if Wang Chong asked him about it, he would not be willing to think about it.
The war banners rustled in the darkness as Wang Chong gazed at the pain, regret, and guilt in the eyes of this Protector-General who was destined to be condemned by the people of the world and cursed by the people of the world. Wang Chong was deeply moved.
Wang Chong's understanding of Xianyu Zhongtong had always come from the words of others and the comments made about him on the streets of the capital. Besides this, Wang Chong knew nothing else.
For the first time, Wang Chong understood the inner world of this' sinner of the Tang Dynasty '.
"I understand."
Under the banner, Wang Chong gave a serious nod.
"I will have to trouble Lord Protector-General with regards to Duan Gequan. There is also another matter that Wang Chong would like to discuss with Lord Protector-General."
"Oh?"
Xianyu Zhongtong was moved, a hint of surprise finally appearing on his face.
No one knew what Wang Chong and Xianyu Zhongtong discussed, only that Xianyu Zhongtong left very late.
"Young Master, be at ease. If that situation really does occur, Xianyu will pay any price to keep him here."
Xianyu Zhongtong's expression was extremely solemn.
"Then I will have to trouble Lord Protector-General."
Wang Chong sent him off.
After Xianyu Zhongtong left, the summit fell silent once more. Wang Chong stood alone at the base of the banner, his mind in turmoil. At this stage of the battle, what he could do was extremely limited.
Whether it was Huoshu Huizang, Dalun Ruozan, Wang Chong, or Xianyu Zhongtong, no one knew where this battle would lead, but Wang Chong knew that the outcome of this battle was not far away.
"I wonder how Dalun Ruozan is doing?"
Wang Chong suddenly thought of the other side of the mountain. Although his situation was bad, Wang Chong knew that Dalun Ruozan's situation was not much better.
… …
Dalun Ruozan truly was in a very bad situation.
"Reporting! Another twenty soldiers haven't acclimatized and have been sent to the Mengshe Zhao medical center. "
An Ouzan messenger got down on one knee, his head lowered. In the tent, there were seven messengers like him lined up in a row.
"Prime Minister, the food of Mengshe Zhao isn't suitable for us. The soldiers are all suffering from diarrhea. Prime Minister must think of a way to resolve our food problem."
Another Ouzan messenger finally couldn't help but say.
"I understand. All of you are dismissed."
Dalun Ruozan waved his hand, his mind in turmoil.
"We won't be able to last for too long. In the end, we nomads still can't acclimatize to their food."
A voice came from behind him. Huoshu Huizang stood behind Dalun Ruozan like a god, a long saber at his waist.
"Haaah!"
Dalun Ruozan let out a long sigh.
Huoshu Huizang was right. How could he not know this?
The entire Ouzan army was eating the food of Mengshe Zhao. Although the problem of hunger had been temporarily resolved, all the soldiers were suffering from diarrhea.
Some soldiers had even fainted from the diarrhea.
This was the result of the stomachs of the Ouzan people not being used to the food of Mengshe Zhao.
And for the Ouzan, the final result was that the entire army was rapidly losing the ability to fight. If this situation continued, in five to seven days, the Ouzan army would lose the ability to threaten the Annam Protectorate.
"We have no other choice. This is what we have to do. At this point in the war, it's all about who can last the longest and who will collapse first. Right now, we can't retreat, nor can we retreat.
"If we don't occupy the southwest, we'll end up with nothing after paying such a high price.
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