"There's no need to worry about him. Go back. This is my territory. No matter what Fomonlința wants to do, as long as he's in my territory, he won't be able to do anything … because this is my territory! "
Wang Chong's last words were resolute and filled with heroism.
As a fief bestowed upon him by the Holy Emperor, Wang Chong had complete jurisdiction over this territory. Even the nobles and nobles of the imperial clan would have to submit to his control!
This was Wang Chong's special privilege.
It seems like I have to hurry. No matter what, I can't let Fomonlința stay here any longer.
Wang Chong quietly said to himself as he watched Fomonlința leave.
Fomonlința's appearance had made him even more determined to replace Fomonlința as Qixi Protector-General. Otherwise, who knew how many more quarrels would arise in the future?
With a wave of his hand, Wang Chong quickly left with his entourage. The construction of the City of Steel returned to normal, and rumbling booms resounded through the world.
… …
"Milord, do we really have to wait ten days? That bastard's construction speed is too fast. In ten days, the city will probably be finished. Won't it be too late by then? And that brat is too arrogant. Just by relying on the prestige and status of the Wang Clan, he doesn't even have Lord Protector-General in his eyes. "
As Wang Chong was returning to the city, a deputy of the Qixi Protectorate finally couldn't help but comment.
"That's right!"
The other deputy agreed, a look of indignation on his face.
"He's just a brat who's still wet behind his ears. He's only been made a marquis, but he dares to speak to Lord Protector-General like this! You have to know that when Lord Protector-General was fighting for the Tang Dynasty, this brat was probably still in his mother's womb. The people of the Wang Clan are too arrogant. "
The two of them complemented each other, causing Fomonlința's expression to turn incomparably ugly.
It was clear that things were different from what Fomonlința had expected. Wang Chong's attitude was much tougher than he had imagined.
"Enough!"
When Fomonlința opened his mouth, the two of them were shocked.
"Do you really think I'll give him ten days? Since he doesn't know what's good for him, then don't blame me! Alona, has everything been arranged? "
"Sir, everything has been arranged. We are just waiting for your orders."
A black-armored Hu general of the Qixi Protectorate lowered his head and spoke, his expression extremely respectful.
"Then let's begin!"
Fomonlința gritted his teeth as a cold light flashed across his eyes.
Rumble! At this moment, a heaven-shaking rumble came from the City of Steel. Hearing this sound, the Qixi Protectorate fell silent.
Fomonlința's complexion turned even more unsightly.
"Let's go!"
With this order, Fomonlința and his Qixi elites quickly vanished into the distance.
… …
All of Qixi had regained its calm, but beneath this calm surface, an invisible storm was brewing.
Several hundred li to the west of Qixi, a plateau rose up from the ground like a lofty mountain overlooking an abyss. Although this land was empty and ownerless, many people could only look up at it from a distance.
This was the territory of the Ouzan.
The thin air of the plateau made the majority of the world's elite cavalry feel a sense of dread. Not even the extremely aggressive Turks had ever thought of occupying this plateau.
Thus, the Ouzan often said that this was their land bestowed by the heavens.
In the golden autumn of the ninth month, the vegetation was lush, and the plateau was thriving.
"Rumble!"
After some time, the earth suddenly began to tremble. At first, it was as light as a breeze, but as it went on, it grew more and more intense, and even the grass on the plateau began to sway.
Hwoooo! A powerful gust of wind blew out of the plateau, and at this moment, a cloud of dust appeared in the distance. Sharp whistles could be heard coming from within the dust.
In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of Tibetan cavalry had arrived like dark clouds and flowing water, one wave after another. It was a shocking sight to behold.
The Ouzan Plateau was flat, and to the Ouzan who disliked restrictions, galloping on their horses was their favorite form of freedom.
"Neigh! Boom! "
As the countless Ouzan cavalry were howling and galloping, a dragon's roar shook the world, drowning out the neighing of the thousands of warhorses.
The originally bold and unrestrained horses immediately became much quieter.
Rumble! In the blink of an eye, a divine steed, snow-white as a dragon, charged out of the dust like a bolt of lightning.
On the back of the horse was a stalwart man, more than seven feet tall, with a mustache and long and narrow eyes. His gaze exuded a sharp light, and his demeanor was like that of a god, giving off an intimidating aura.
In the blink of an eye, Neigh's divine steed with snow-white fur and jade-like hooves stopped at the edge of the plateau.
Behind him, the tens of thousands of Tibetan highland steeds also began to slow down, their horses and riders submissive and respectful expressions on their faces.
The majority of the highland steeds of the Ouzan were either black, black, or variegated in color. Very few were as white as snow, and even their hooves had a jade-like luster. There was only one person on the northeastern border who could ride a divine steed of the Great Snow Mountain.
'Eagle of the Steppe', Dusong Mangpoje!
The battle between Longxi and the Big Dipper Army had just concluded, so no one had expected this Great General of the Ouzan Empire to stealthily appear here.
"Look, the mountains and rivers stretching for ten thousand li. How beautiful!"
Dusong Mangpoje suddenly said from atop his horse. His eyes shone as he looked down from the towering Ouzan Plateau, the mountains and rivers of the desert rising and falling, and even the distant Turkic steppe.
Just where in the world could there be more blessed by the heavens than the Ouzan Plateau, a spirit and an advantage that allowed it to sweep through the world?
"Will Lord Mangpoje also be enchanted by the mountains and rivers? Why is it that I'm only interested in killing? "
Suddenly, a voice came from behind Dusong Mangpoje, accompanied by the clopping of hooves. A tall and slender figure with a sharp edge slowly appeared behind Dusong Mangpoje.
This person had a long and slender face that seemed to have been chiseled out by a blade or axe, giving off an extremely sharp and menacing aura. Compared to Dusong Mangpoje's gentle and unfathomable aura, this person's aura was much more frigid.
Beneath him was also a divine steed that was as white as snow. But unlike Dusong Mangpoje's horse, the hooves of this horse were crimson, so deep that they seemed to be dripping blood.
Everyone who saw the hooves of this warhorse would feel a deep sense of discomfort.
In truth, the slender and slender figure on the back of the horse was no different. His body exuded a thick killing intent. In all of the northern Ouzan region, there was only one person who could walk so close to Dusong Mangpoje, exude such a thick killing intent, and yet not make Dusong Mangpoje feel the slightest bit of concern: Dayan Mangpoje.
In all of Ouzan, the number of people who could be called Great Generals could be counted on one's fingers. Although Dayan Mangpoje was not a Great General, he was publicly acknowledged by all of the Ouzan Empire, including the Tsenpo and the Prime Minister, as the future 'Brigadier General'!
Although his strength could not compare to Dusong Mangpoje's, it was not too far off.
The two great clans of the northern Ouzan region, the Dayan Clan and the Dusong Clan, were both extremely ancient and powerful clans with deep roots in Ouzan.
In the Ouzan language, 'Mangpoje' referred to 'heroic spirit', 'heroic spirit', 'heroic hero'.
To be able to obtain this title, one could easily imagine the strength of Dayan Mangpoje. To be able to ride a 'Blood-Hoofed Divine Steed' from the Great Snow Mountain Temple and obtain the approval of the Great Snow Mountain Temple was enough to prove his strength.
And in Ouzan, anyone who could ride a 'Blood-Hoofed Divine Steed' from the Great Snow Mountain Temple represented a special existence: 'slaughter'.
The 'Blood-Hoofed Divine Steed' of the Great Snow Mountain Temple was only given to those existences with an extremely murderous nature.
Dayan Mangpoje's path of life was somewhat different from Dusong Mangpoje's. He did not come from a traditional military background, and compared to fighting on the battlefield, Dayan Mangpoje was more skilled in 'assassination'!
Ouzan was surrounded by many small kingdoms: Greater Balur, Lesser Balur, Shi Kingdom, Kang Kingdom, Tocharia, and many other kingdoms. Who knew how many famous generals of these small kingdoms had died at the hands of Dayan Mangpoje?
In the Western Regions, Dayan Mangpoje had another name: the 'God of Death'.
"Haha, you can kill, and I'll take back the land for the Tsenpo and the empire. We can slaughter, and we can also conquer the world, so why not? "
Dusong Mangpoje said without turning his head.
The Dusong Clan and the Dayan Clan could be considered friends, and Dusong Mangpoje and Dayan Mangpoje were also very familiar with each other. However, this was the first time the two of them had worked together.
Because this time, the two of them had a reason to work together.
"Is the information reliable?"
Dayan Mangpoje rode his horse over and stood side by side with Dusong Mangpoje. Together, they looked down at the desert, the mountains, and the distant grasslands. His eyes slightly squinted, exuding an intimidating cold light. He was like a falcon, ready to strike at any moment.
In his eyes, there were no opponents, only prey.
"Fomonlința oversees Qixi and is a crafty old fox. Back when he was overseeing the Western Regions, he used a scheme to wipe out an army of the Arabs. Moreover, Qixi has always been tightly guarded by him, so can it really be trusted that it's suddenly loosened so much? "
"No Imperial Great General is easy to deal with, and Fomonlința naturally isn't that simple. But this time, it shouldn't be fake. In the Regional Commanders incident, Fomonlința submitted a memorial requesting that that brat be executed. This matter has caused such a ruckus that the entire world knows about it. Now, that brat is advancing into Qixi and building a city in Wushang, right under Fomonlința's nose. This is a naked provocation. Given his stubborn personality, it would be strange if he could endure it. "
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