The Yabgu closed his eyes, and in an instant, a completely different image appeared in his mind. It was still the same mountain, but now there were countless soldiers, all of them wearing different armor. It was clear that they belonged to three different factions.
All of them were madly fighting on the mountain.
And in the middle of the soldiers, the black-clothed Yabgu suddenly saw four massive giants, and in front of these four giants was a massive figure covered in golden light that was striding toward them …
If the experts of the three sides who had participated in the southwestern war were here and saw the picture in the Yabgu's mind, they would assuredly be stunned.
This was because this Yabgu was clearly replaying the scene of the battle in his mind. Those gouges in the ground were a vivid representation of what had happened.
In all of the Eastern and Western Turkic Khaganates, only the Ghost Eye Yabgu could do this.
"I understand. This is where Gelofeng fell …"
The Ghost Eye Yabgu suddenly said as he looked forward.
"Wang Yan and Xianyu Zhongtong, two experts working together. One is the Mighty Miracle God, the other the Vajra God. No wonder Gelofeng was heavily injured. He was too careless."
"But Gelofeng is also a wise ruler. For him to have made Mengshe Zhao so powerful, he's no ordinary person. How could he have been completely unprepared? This shouldn't have happened! "
An Eastern Turkic general behind the Ghost Eye Yabgu frowned, his face fraught with confusion.
The Ghost Eye Yabgu fell silent. In truth, when he heard that they had lost the southwest and that Gelofeng was heavily injured and his condition was unknown, he had also found it rather strange. As a sovereign, one had to stand guard in the rear and not lightly take risks. This was the most basic principle on the battlefield.
With Gelofeng standing guard in the rear, he logically shouldn't have been injured.
This was something he could not understand no matter how he thought about it.
The Ghost Eye Yabgu suspiciously scanned the surroundings, and when he passed over the summit, he seemed to notice something and stopped.
"It's not that he wasn't cautious, but that someone was baiting him. This brat named Wang Chong has a deep mind. Gelofeng is completely toyed with by him. "
Ghost Eye Yabgu sighed deeply.
Although more than a month had passed since the battle, there were no secrets that could be hidden from him. It was as if he could see Gelofeng burning with rage, and suddenly saw a figure standing at the top of the mountain laughing at him.
It was that ridicule that made Gelofeng completely lose her mind.
Wang Chong was a name that was completely unfamiliar to the Turks who grazed the steppe beyond the Great Wall. They had never heard of this name before, but today, whether it was the Tang dynasty or the countries beyond the Great Wall, everyone had heard of this name. It was impossible for them not to know this name.
A person who could defeat Dalun Ruozan and Huoshu Huizang, killing hundreds of thousands of Mengshe – Ü-Tsang soldiers, was someone no faction could ignore.
Especially considering that they didn't have any information about him before, it was very important to collect information about him.
This was not something an ordinary low-level scout could do.
It was not strange for all the factions to send important people to investigate.
"… But Gelofeng is no fool. How could that Wang Chong be so sure that his strategy would work?"
The Turkic general behind him said in confusion.
"Ha!"
After thinking for a few moments, the Ghost Eye Yabgu suddenly laughed.
"Is the first intelligence report from the southwest still there? Let me see it. "
"It is, Milord."
The Turkic general behind Wang Chong quickly handed over a Turkic letter.
"Haha, as expected."
The Ghost Eye Yabgu lowered his head to read for a few moments, then nodded and began to laugh.
"The news back then said that the rear of Mengshe Zhao was covered in thick smoke, that the granaries had been attacked, and that all the provisions had been destroyed. Mengshe Zhao's army of several hundred thousand was no small number, and the cost of feeding the horses and men was no small number. Moreover, Gelofeng was still very ambitious. He wanted to use the southwest as a springboard for an even greater scheme. Millions of tons of provisions were burned, and Gelofeng's ambitions of several decades were all for naught. This is the true reason why Gelofeng lost his rationality. "
The Ghost Eye Yabgu gave a deep sigh, his eyes brimming with deep admiration and apprehension.
"If the battle hadn't been at its most intense, Gelofeng would have had people at his side. If Duan Gequan hadn't entered the field, he would have definitely stopped him. If not for the pressure exerted by the one hundred thousand soldiers of the Annam Protectorate, drawing away so many of the soldiers of the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army, the granaries wouldn't have so few soldiers.
"Regardless of the reason, as long as one link was missing, that brat would never have been able to provoke Gelofeng, and this battle might have had a completely different conclusion. He was on the summit to draw away Gelofeng, and then he had Wang Yan and Xianyu Zhongtong's god form ambush him from the side. All of his plans were closely linked. Of all the famed generals in the world and all the battles I've fought, I've never seen an opponent with such a deep and farsighted mind. Truly a terrifying opponent. It's truly hard to believe that he's only seventeen. "
… …
The intelligence reports the Eastern Turks had only mentioned that Wang Chong was a godly commander, but the Ghost Eye Yabgu was able to gather far more information through his on-the-spot investigations.
The Ghost Eye Yabgu could completely imagine that this youth of the Tang Dynasty, whom he had never met, had already planned out all the steps at the start of the operation.
The Lion City by the Erhai, the steel walls of the Mount of God, the sheep plague on the Ouzan Plateau, and the burning granaries in the rear of Mengshe Zhao … all of these plans had been linked to each other, each thread perfectly linked and flawless.
Just thinking about it made the Ghost Eye Yabgu feel his scalp go numb, his forehead drenched in cold sweat. While Dalun Ruozan and Duan Gequan's gazes were still limited to the battlefield before them, that seventeen-year-old youth had already cast his gaze over the entire world, and it seemed like nothing could stop him.
Such thoughts and schemes were enough to make one tremble in fear.
Dalun Ruozan and Duan Gequan's loss to him was not the slightest bit shameful. In truth, the Ghost Eye Yabgu even rejoiced that this battle had taken place in the southeast and not the northwest.
The ones facing that youth were Dalun Ruozan and Duan Gequan, not him or the Eastern Turkic Khaganate behind him.
"Tell the Khagan to speed up the collection of information on that Wang Chong. We must pay attention to his every move. If possible, do your best to kill him, but we can't let him associate it with us. "
"Yes, Lord Yabgu."
… …
As the battlefield between the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang and the Tang Dynasty, this Mount of God in the southwest was an insurmountable hurdle for many factions.
At this moment, it was not just the Eastern and Western Turks and Goguryeons that had come to investigate this place.
In another part of the Mount of God, several Hu merchants with profound gazes had gathered together. The Tang Dynasty had an open and tolerant attitude toward its friends and neighbors from all over the world. All the Hu merchants who had been rejected before were now permitted to enter the Tang Dynasty's capital and even the interior.
To the people of the Tang Dynasty, even seeing a few Hu in the interior was nothing strange.
But the deep green eyes of these people revealed their true identity. They were actually a group of Arabs.
To the Hu, the Arabs were very different from them and could be recognized at a glance, but to the people of the Tang Dynasty, it was impossible to tell the difference between the Hu and the Arabs. They all looked the same.
"Found it!"
An Arab suddenly called out in Arabic, a language no one else could understand.
At the base of the mountain, the Arabs had finally found what they were looking for. It was a piece of armor. Although the Annam Protectorate had already cleaned up the battlefield, it was simply impossible to clean up such a large area with hundreds of thousands of corpses. There were bound to be a few fish that had slipped through the net.
"What a smooth cut! What a sharp sword!"
An Arab picked up the two pieces of armor and raised them high into the air, squinting as he examined them. This was a piece of pauldron, and it had been made from plate armor.
One could feel that the pauldron was very thick and very heavy.
The armor made by the Ouzan was so crude that even the Arabs deeply disdained it, but the Ouzan were so focused on forging that even though their armor was crude, it was still of an extremely high level.
Although it was heavy, it was extremely sturdy and durable.
Even with the sharpness of the Arab weapons, this kind of armor was still a headache to deal with.
But this was not the reason they had appeared here.
At this moment, all the Arabs were focused on the cut in the center of the two pieces of pauldron.
"So smooth, so sharp, just like a mirror. Is this the WuZi Steel sword created by the Tang Dynasty?"
The Arabs stared at the pieces of pauldron in the air, their eyes shining with a feverish light that made one's hair stand on end.
Compared to the other empires bordering the Tang Dynasty, the Arabs were actually far less enthusiastic. To them, there was one thing that was even more important than this war.
The WuZi Steel weapon!
In this war, a small piece of news that wasn't too important to others had attracted the attention of the entire Arabian Empire: a small army of around one thousand soldiers equipped with WuZi Steel weapons. In a head-on clash, they had defeated the Ouzan cavalry ten times their number, and they had been unstoppable. In the final stages of the war, they had dealt a massive blow to the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army.
In the Arabian Empire, which specialized in smithing and focused on quality and lethality, this news had caused a massive stir.
It had to be realized that this was just one thousand weapons, and the ones using these weapons were the Tang Dynasty, who were not very skilled in cavalry. If the Arabs had such sharp weapons, even if it was just ten thousand, the Arabs, who were stronger than the Ouzan, would have been able to dominate the battlefield.
"Impossible! Such a thick plate armor was actually cut open like a piece of paper. "
"That's right. Although our smithing skills are superior to those of the Tang Dynasty, we don't have a single weapon that can do this."
"To think that Hyderabad's iron ore would be so terrifying. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have never believed it."
"Alas, the smiths of the empire have already tried all sorts of methods, but none of them have been able to reach this level. I really don't know how that Tang Dynasty man Wang Chong managed to do it. "
"The combat ability of the WuZi Steel weapon has already been proven. No matter what, we have to think of a way to obtain it! No matter the price! "
… …
The men stared at the smooth cut on the plate armor, their eyes burning with passion. No matter what the Arabs had been like in the past, from today onwards, all the Arabs, including the Arab smiths, knew the name of an inconceivable youth of the Tang Dynasty.
Wang Chong!
This was the true god of smithing!
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