In his decades in the southwest, he had not lost to Zhangchou Jianqiong, nor had he lost to Mengshe Zhao or Gelofeng. But in the end, he had lost to a teenager from the Tang dynasty.
His decades of scholarly fame had finally become a wedding gown for him.
To Dalun Ruozan, this was completely unacceptable.
"No, there's still a chance, there's definitely a chance …"
Dalun Ruozan clenched his fists.
Mengshe Zhao and Ouzan had not lost yet. Although Gelofeng had fallen, Mengshe Zhao and Ouzan still had their soldiers. The allied army still far outnumbered the Tang dynasty.
As long as they could gather the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army … no, the Mengshe Zhao army could no longer be gathered. Having lost Gelofeng, Mengshe Zhao had no heart to continue fighting.
But Ouzan still had a chance!
As long as they could gather the Ouzan cavalry and stabilize order, at the same time drawing the Annam Protectorate down from the summit, the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army still had a chance, still had a chance to defeat the Annam Protectorate.
Cavalry did not exceed ten thousand, but more than ten thousand was impossible!
Right now, the Ouzan cavalry definitely still had more than ten thousand! If they gathered together, as long as they were not on the mountain, they could still fight.
"All Ouzan soldiers, hear my order and gather.
"Blow the horn!"
Dalun Ruozan urged his horse forward, attempting to restrain the disorderly army. As a people of the plateau, the Ouzan were vicious and warlike. Compared to the Mengshe Zhao, they were much more orderly.
In a few short moments, a large number of fleeing Ouzan cavalry had gathered at Dalun Ruozan's side.
Just when Dalun Ruozan was about to organize his army and launch a counterattack … But in the next moment, this dream was shattered.
"Kill! — "
A sound like a landslide or a tsunami suddenly came from behind him, and the ground trembled. Dalun Ruozan turned around and saw a scene that made his blood run cold. It was an unforgettable scene.
In the distance, a dense, endless army was swarming towards this place. In the army, the dragon flags that represented the Tang dynasty were especially eye-catching.
The reinforcements of the Tang dynasty!
A thought flashed through Dalun Ruozan's mind, and his blood froze. After such a long time, the reinforcements of the Tang dynasty finally arrived at this time.
"It's over!"
Dalun Ruozan was completely disheartened. On the summit, the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army was in complete disarray, the Annam Protectorate in hot pursuit. At the base of the mountain, reinforcements were arriving.
Besieged both internally and externally, although Dalun Ruozan was extremely unwilling, at this time, he also understood that the situation was hopeless. Even if he wanted to regroup and fight again, it was too late.
"Retreat! Retreat! "
Dalun Ruozan gave a long, unwilling sigh as he finally gave the order to retreat.
He had truly lost this battle!
Ouzan had also lost!
For the first time, he had suffered a crushing defeat in the southwest of the Tang dynasty, tasting the greatest defeat of his life.
Rumble! Dalun Ruozan's order had drawn away the last sliver of hope of Ouzan and Mengshe Zhao. Now, the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang side no longer had any hope of reversing the tides of the war of the southwest.
Drip drip drip!
All the Ouzan cavalry followed Dalun Ruozan, mingling with the routed army as they fled into the distance. Behind them, the nearly one thousand WuZi Steel soldiers of the Annam Protectorate and Li Siye were in hot pursuit.
They didn't even dare to turn their heads, nor did they dare to attempt to defeat the Tang dynasty reinforcements on the distant plains.
After continuously trying Mengshe Zhao's rice, these warriors of the plateau had already become extremely weak, their physical strength greatly diminished. They were no longer as fierce and fierce as they had been!
"Listen to Prime Minister's order! Retreat!"
Like a collapsing mountain, countless Tibetan reinforcements fled in panic. Behind him, wails and screams could be heard. With the momentum lost, no one could regain their initial bravery.
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… …
A string of voices rang out in Wang Chong's mind. At this point in the battle, there was no longer any need for Wang Chong to give orders. On the entire battlefield, Ouzan included, no one had the slightest desire to fight.
All the Tang people needed to do was pursue and kill.
Countless Mengshe – Ü-Tsang soldiers were felled. Wang Chong's tactic of splitting up the cavalry had played an enormous role. Although they were fleeing, at least half of the soldiers had been unable to effectively escape due to the chaos on the front lines.
In the end, they could only be harvested like straw!
The entire battlefield was littered with corpses, and blood was like a river that floated on the ground. Corpses of the Skyquaking Giants, the Erhai elephants, the warhorses, the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army, and all sorts of shattered war machines … they were scattered everywhere.
But at this moment, Wang Chong was halfway up the mountain, his attention completely drawn to the distant reinforcements.
"Elder Ye, Elder Zhao, Elder Hu, Su Hanshan, Huang Qian-er …"
Wang Chong looked into the distance in shock.
Although the vast army in the distance seemed very impressive, Wang Chong could tell at a glance that this was no regular army. Besides the dragon banner representing the Tang Dynasty, Wang Chong also saw banners representing the various great clans, and even the banner of Wang Chong's Kunwu Training Camp, Deflecting Blade Manor.
Su Hanshan, Huang Qian-er, Sun Zhiming, Chen Burang, Xu Gan, Fang Xuanying, Zhao Hongyan, Bai Siling, Youngster Wei … many familiar faces appeared at the front of the army. Wang Chong even saw another familiar face …
"Little Sister?!!!"
Wang Chong's eyes went wide as he stared in disbelief at that petite figure at the front of the army, wielding two massive golden hammers. Those massive hammers were even larger than her petite body.
"What's going on here? How could she be here?! "
Wang Chong didn't dare to believe that his little sister would come here at a time like this. Moreover, wasn't she on the spirit vein mountain, under the control of his master, The Evil Emperor?
How could she have come to such a dangerous battlefield?!
"This is nonsense!"
Wang Chong couldn't help but curse, his eyes widening. Although his little sister had been born with peerless strength, she was still young, and a dangerous place like the battlefield was no joke.
"Li Siye, take a few groups and follow me!"
Wang Chong urged his White-hoofed Shadow into the distance.
The outcome of the war of the southwest had already been decided, and no one could change the course of the war. Even Dalun Ruozan would be powerless to reverse the situation. As for striking while the iron was hot and pursuing the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army, it was no longer important whether he alone could fight.
"Hear my order! Protect Young Master!"
A furious roar came from the mountain. Li Siye had long ago joined up with Wang Chong, and upon hearing the roar, he turned his horse around and led a group of soldiers equipped with WuZi Steel weapons to follow Wang Chong.
… …
Putting aside Wang Chong, on the other side of the capital, the soldiers of the great clans, led by Elder Ye, Elder Zhao, and the others, were charging toward the battlefield.
"I really can't believe that Young Master Chong managed to defeat Dalun Ruozan and Gelofeng!"
"The southwest was won! They really won!"
"Charge! Don't let this chance slip by! Work with Young Master to pursue Mengshe Zhao and Ouzan! No matter what, we can't give them another chance to invade the Tang Dynasty!"
"Kill! Hurry and help Young Master Chong! "
… …
The sight of the crumbling Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army at the base of the mountain roused everyone's spirits. The Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army was no weakling, especially Ouzan's men. A single charge of hundreds of thousands of cavalry could wipe them out at any moment.
Thus, before coming, they had discussed and considered how they should proceed in this battle, how they should choose the right moment, and how they should help Wang Chong and the Annam Protectorate.
But no one had expected this to be the scene they saw when they arrived at the southwest battlefield.
Wang Chong and the Annam Protectorate, with only several tens of thousands of soldiers, had actually managed to defeat Mengshe Zhao and Ouzan, who outnumbered them by several times, and forced them to flee in disarray.
By the time they arrived, the southwest war had already concluded.
Faced with the powerful suppression of the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army and the leadership of renowned generals like Dalun Ruozan, Huoshu Huizang, Duan Gequan, and Gelofeng, the Tang Dynasty had won the final victory.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have never dared to believe it.
"Young Master Chong truly is a descendant of Duke Jiu! Everyone, hurry and help Young Master Chong! "
Elder Ye was so excited that his beard was trembling.
It was no secret that Wang Chong and the Annam Protectorate had been besieged by the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army. But Elder Ye had never imagined that when he arrived on the battlefield, he would see the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army crumbling.
All their previous discussions had been meaningless.
All they needed to do now was help in the pursuit!
"Rumble!"
The Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army, which had already been routed, was now in even greater disarray.
… …
"Elder Ye, Elder Zhao, why have you come?!"
At the edge of the battlefield, Wang Chong's eyes gleamed as he led Li Siye and several hundred WuZi Steel cavalry to meet up with Elder Ye and Elder Zhao.
Elder Ye, Elder Zhao, and the others were his grandfather's old subordinates. Wang Chong had never expected to see them here at this time.
"Haha, it's all Duke Jiu's orders. The war of the southwest concerns the nearly one million civilians of the southwest. How could Duke Jiu not care? "
"Young Master Chong has grown up. If Duke Jiu knew what happened here, he would definitely be extremely gratified."
… …
In the army, Elder Ye and Elder Zhao met up with Wang Chong. The more they looked at Wang Chong, the more they liked him, the more they liked him. Other than Duke Jiu, it had been a very long time since such a talent had appeared in the Wang Clan.
Duke Jiu's eldest son, Wang Gen, had not reached this level, and his second son, Wang Yan, and even his eldest grandson, Wang Li, Wang Fu, and Wang Bei, were still quite a distance away. But now, in this completely unexpected situation, everyone suddenly realized that the stubborn and most impossible Wang Chong had become the ideal person to fulfill everyone's expectations.
To be more precise, his performance had already far surpassed everyone's expectations!
Not even Duke Jiu of the past had such an astonishing performance at such an age.
"Right, Elder Ye, Elder Zhao, where's Little Sister?"
Wang Chong suddenly asked. His little sister was still too young, and this sort of bitter battlefield was not suitable for her. He had to bring her out.
Moreover, if something happened, Wang Chong didn't know how to explain it to his mother in the capital.
"Isn't Young Lady Yao-er here …"
Elder Ye was about to say that Wang Xiaoyao was here, but when he turned his head, he froze. Where was the slightest trace of him?
In a flash, Wang Chong's face was as gloomy as water.
From the looks on the faces of the two elders, Wang Chong knew that his little sister had definitely seen him in the army and was intentionally avoiding him. The plains were different from the mountains, and one's field of vision was not as wide.
Even Wang Chong would find it difficult to find a single person in the vast army.
Especially when his little sister was hiding from him!
"What nonsense!"
Wang Chong was furious.
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