"Pass on my order! No matter the cost, we must press forward!
"Send in the executioners and supervisors as well! No matter the cost, we can't let that fellow activate the formation again!"
… …
At the end, Dalun Ruozan was almost roaring with anxiety.
Dalun Ruozan had always been known for his elegance, elegance, and composure. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been forced into such a state. But at this crucial moment, when facing an opponent like Wang Chong, he couldn't help but worry.
Against an opponent of Wang Chong's level, the slightest mistake could result in a complete reversal of the situation.
And Dalun Ruozan had no desire to be such a loser.
Gallop gallop!
Under Dalun Ruozan's order, the entire Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army surged toward the summit like a tide. More than seventy percent of the steel walls on the summit had already been torn down by the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army.
The Annam Protectorate was no longer as much of a threat to the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army as it had been before.
"Archers, fire!"
No matter how unwilling Dalun Ruozan and Gelofeng's forces were, no matter how unwilling they were, the archers on the summit, picking up the arrows and adding on the volley of arrows forged by the craftsmen led by Zhang Shouzhi, these archers that Wang Chong had stubbornly guarded at the heart of the mountain had played their final and most crucial role.
Thwishthwishthwish!
As the dense rain of arrows fell from the sky, landing on the crucial points of the Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang armies to the southeast, they began to fall like dominoes. This little bit of chaos became widespread chaos, ultimately becoming a localized chaos. In the end, the rhythm of the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang assault was completely disrupted.
And the Annam Protectorate now had its most crucial opportunity.
"Boom!"
The entire mountaintop shook. The Annam Protectorate's Myriad Stars Formation, which had shrunk a lot, was activated again. Although the scale had shrunk a lot, it matched the unique narrow space of the mountain peak, causing this famous killing formation to once again unleash its terrifying power.
Countless Mengshe – Ü-Tsang soldiers fell, and Mengshe Zhao and Ouzan suffered several times the casualties of the Tang dynasty. In Wang Chong's mind, the constant warnings from the Stone of Destiny gradually weakened, and the frequency of its appearance was no longer as high. However, the Annam Protectorate's situation was still far from being resolved.
"Young Master, are we really not retreating?"
On top of the mountain, The Eagle was anxious. The Annam Protectorate had once more displayed its formidable fighting power. For every Annam Protectorate soldier killed, seven to eight Mengshe – Ü-Tsang soldiers were buried with him.
If this situation continued, the best-case scenario was that both sides would suffer heavy losses. The Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army would suffer heavy losses, but the Annam Protectorate would also fight to the last man.
The Eagle himself was not afraid of death. Even if he died here with the tens of thousands of Annam Protectorate soldiers, the Eagle would have no regrets. But Wang Chong could not die here.
Wang Chong possessed a talent for command that far surpassed all other generals, and this war of the southwest was the best opportunity for him to make a name for himself.
Wang Chong had already amply displayed his abilities to the famed generals of the southwest like Dalun Ruozan and Huoshu Huizang. To use one hundred thousand soldiers to fight against five hundred thousand soldiers of the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army, with several hundred thousand of them composed of the strongest cavalry of all soldiers. Not even Dalun Ruozan could do this.
Purely in terms of the art of war, not even Dalun Ruozan could compare to him.
In the future, given his talent, Wang Chong would assuredly become the hope of the entire Tang Dynasty and a general that would shock the world. No matter what, he should not die here.
The Eagle's head was slightly lowered, his eyes flashing. One of his hands was hidden in his sleeve, brimming with energy. Wang Chong's mind was not on him at all. The Eagle was thinking that if the situation went awry and Wang Chong was unwilling to leave, he could knock Wang Chong unconscious and drag him away.
"We still haven't lost, we still haven't lost … Ouzan and Mengshe Zhao haven't won. We still have a chance!"
A voice suddenly rang out in his ear. The Eagle lowered his head and saw Wang Chong seated cross-legged at the base of the banner, his face filled with astonishment.
"Young Master, what did you say?"
At this point in the battle, not even the Eagle knew how the Annam Protectorate could win. All its cards had been used, all its trump cards used. Everything was laid out in the open, and the Eagle truly could not see where the Annam Protectorate could win.
But Wang Chong never panicked, especially at a crucial moment like this.
"We still have hope, we definitely still have hope …"
As Wang Chong spoke, he slowly raised his head and looked to the south, to the other end of the world, his eyes bright. The Tang Dynasty had not lost, nor had the Annam Protectorate. Only Wang Chong knew that the southwest still had one last chance, one last hope.
"Everything has been arranged. Now it's all up to you …"
Wang Chong faced the south and said something only he could hear.
Wang Chong had written down all his plans on the silk pouch, but Wang Chong had no confidence in whether that person would be able to arrive on the battlefield in time.
"Everyone's lives are in your hands. Now, we can only hope that you have already arrived …"
Wang Chong suddenly stood up and issued the most important order since he had awakened.
"The Eagle, send the signal!"
"Ah?"
The Eagle's face was full of astonishment, unable to react.
"Have you forgotten the signal I told you three days ago?"
Wang Chong said. He turned to look at the Eagle, his expression incomparably grave.
In a flash, a series of thoughts flashed through his mind, and the Eagle suddenly remembered something. Three days ago, Wang Chong had given him an important signal, but he hadn't said anything else.
The Eagle had never thought that the signal would be used at such a crucial time. Even now, the Eagle did not understand what the signal represented.
"Screech! — — "
In the next moment, the entire battlefield suddenly heard the high-pitched cry of an eagle. Just below the dense dark clouds overhead, a huge eagle flew down from the clouds and let out a series of rhythmic cries that no one knew what it meant.
The high-pitched cry of the eagle traveled hundreds of miles and resounded throughout the sky.
"What is he doing?"
Wang Chong's sudden action attracted the attention of many people. At the foot of the mountain, Gelofeng and Dalun Ruozan raised their heads to look at the giant eagle in the sky.
In the midst of the intense battlefield, the sudden cry of the giant eagle was particularly abrupt. Although they did not know what this meant, based on their understanding of Wang Chong, the two commanders of Mengshe Zhao and Ouzan instinctively maintained a high level of vigilance.
But after the eagle's cry, nothing happened. In the distance, all was quiet and tranquil. On the battlefield, the tragic war was still going on, and nothing had changed.
"What is that fellow doing?"
Dalun Ruozan narrowed his eyes as he looked at the giant eagle overhead. He could not understand the sudden appearance of this giant eagle and the fact that nothing had changed.
On the other side, Gelofeng's confusion was no less than his own.
Although he rarely participated in decision-making, he was no less wary of the youngest son of the Wang Clan than Dalun Ruozan.
"No matter what plan you have, it's all useless at this time. We don't believe that you can still play any tricks at this time! "
Gelofeng looked up, his eyes bursting with a sharp light.
The war in the southwest had already been decided. He, Gelofeng, had already proved to everyone that the Tang Dynasty was not unbeatable. Although they had suffered grievous losses, as long as Mengshe Zhao and Ouzan's alliance remained, Mengshe Zhao could deal with the Tang Dynasty's subsequent attacks.
More importantly, as long as the Tang Dynasty's southwest was obtained, Mengshe Zhao would truly be able to escape the predicament of the Erhai. And now, in order to deal with a common enemy, Gelofeng would think of a way to obtain assistance from the other empires.
In the end, Mengshe Zhao's losses would be recouped and they would obtain even greater benefits.
This was Gelofeng's position in the war of the southwest.
Gelofeng's thoughts did not last for long. A moment later, all his ambitions and ambitions for the southwest were shattered.
"Your Majesty, look over there!"
No one knew who spoke. Gelofeng subconsciously turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw a thick plume of black smoke rising from the horizon.
The first plume was followed by the second, the third … in the end, the entire horizon was engulfed in flames and thick smoke. In the distance, one could even hear shouts and the sounds of fighting.
In a flash, Gelofeng seemed to suffer a heavy blow, his face draining of blood and turning as white as a sheet of paper. For the first time, this Emperor of the southwest who rarely revealed his emotions revealed panic and unease in his eyes.
"The granary!"
Gelofeng's entire body trembled, only one thought remaining in his mind. That direction was where Mengshe Zhao stored his grain. In order to prevent the Tang dynasty from raiding the granaries at night and burning them down, Gelofeng had built the granaries in the rear of the army and had soldiers stationed to guard them.
Ouzan and Mengshe Zhao's daily consumption was enormous, especially in the later stages. Gelofeng was also responsible for all of Ouzan's provisions, so Gelofeng had dispatched many peasants and laborers to build massive granaries.
Gelofeng had never imagined that the granaries of more than two hundred thousand soldiers would be attacked at a time like this. Judging from the roaring flames and thick smoke, this conflagration was definitely not small.
All the granaries were likely to be in danger.
"How could this be? Where did the soldiers guarding the granaries go? "
Gelofeng's eyes were bloodshot. He clenched his teeth and looked in disbelief into the distance. He clearly remembered that there were still five thousand soldiers there, so why hadn't he received any news?
But this was no longer important. All the soldiers had been thrown into the battlefield on the mountain, and the battle was at its most intense, but Gelofeng had no soldiers to send back to reinforce them.
"Wang Chong!!"
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