"Buzz!"
Wang Chong slowly glanced at the scattered Ouzan soldiers, then quickly looked away and closed his eyes to cultivate.
The blood energy in his body was seething, and he had absorbed at least half of Dayan Pugyal's Stellar Energy. He would need at least fifteen minutes to completely digest and absorb this Saint Martial Stellar Energy for his own use.
The strength of the Saint Martial realm truly is formidable. To be able to kill a Saint Martial expert like Dayan Pugyal in this raid on Ouzan was not in vain.
Wang Chong's eyes were closed, but his mind was in turmoil.
Dayan Pugyal had still been too careless. He had been confident in his superior martial arts, but he had no idea what he was up against. In the era of the great calamity where all kinds of martial arts were highly integrated, there were far too many ways to deal with those powerful commanders on the battlefield.
The 'Cutting Formation' was one of them.
Using the strength of the five thousand Wushang cavalry to exhaust Dayan Pugyal's Stellar Energy to the bare minimum and then kill him in a single blow was a classic example of the Cutting Formation.
If it were Wang Chong's future opponents, they would naturally know how to use the strength of their army to block the Cutting Formation, but Dayan Pugyal had no such idea. He had not even noticed the other Wushang cavalry, so it was no surprise that he had ended up dead.
"Ah!"
"Don't kill me!"
"I'm willing to surrender!"
… …
Panicked and terrified shouts in Ouzan could be heard, but no one besides Wang Chong knew what these Ouzan cavalry were saying.
Screams filled the air, and the stench of blood was getting thicker and thicker …
Wang Chong sat motionlessly on his horse, his eyes closed as he pushed the Halo of Dusk Stallion to its limits. Wang Chong was unperturbed by those screams.
These Ouzan recruits from Zhangzhung would all become the fiercest, fiercest, and most terrifying highland warriors on this plateau in the future. They would become the nightmares of all the neighboring countries, including the Tang dynasty.
If he showed mercy now, there would be thousands of people of the Tang dynasty who would become the souls of the dead under their iron hooves in the future. Therefore, Wang Chong would not show any mercy.
The hoofbeats of the warhorses, the shouts of the warriors, the sounds of pursuit, and the whistling of the wild grass in the wild wind lingered in his ears. Wang Chong stood there motionlessly. After an unknown amount of time, the sounds of fighting in his ears gradually weakened, and slowly became inaudible.
"Report!"
Hurried sounds of horse hooves could be heard approaching him. A knight jumped down from his horse and quickly knelt before Wang Chong.
"Marquis, the battle has ended. All of the Ouzan soldiers have been annihilated. Only a few have escaped in all directions. Lord Xu has led his men to pursue them. Do you need more men?"
"No need!"
Wang Chong waved his hand and opened his eyes.
"Sound the gongs to retreat. Tell General Li and the others to gather the army and prepare to leave."
Dayan Pugyal was dead, and the objective had been achieved. The remaining Ouzan warriors who had fled were the best helpers in this battle.
This was not the first time the Tang dynasty had climbed the Ouzan Plateau, and it would not be the last. Dayan Pugyal and the twenty-thousand-some new recruits of Zhangzhung Training Camp were the best warning to the Ouzan Empire. Henceforth, they would understand that any invasion or attack against the Tang Dynasty would be overestimating their own strength and would incur the furious retaliation of the Tang Dynasty.
"Yes!"
Receiving the order, the cavalrymen quickly mounted their warhorses and flew away. Bwoooom! A few moments later, with the blaring of horns, the five thousand Wushang cavalry began to converge. Behind them, one could see mountains of corpses and rivers of blood. The corpses of Ouzan soldiers and highland steeds were strewn about, scimitars littered the ground, and between the corpses were broken black war banners.
Even farther away, thick smoke roiled and flames blazed. That was the burning remains of Zhangzhung Training Camp. In a single night, this enormous and prestigious training camp for top-class recruits of the Ouzan Empire had been reduced to nothing.
"Hyah!"
After taking one last look into the distance, Wang Chong waved his hand and led his soldiers away from the Ouzan Plateau, returning to Longxi via the original path.
Other than the corpses littering the ground and the thick stench of blood in the air, no one knew what had happened just now.
Around six hours after Wang Chong's group left, the earth began to tremble and the hooves of warhorses stomped against the ground. Black silhouettes appeared in the distance, howling as they approached.
"Ah! … "
Upon seeing the ruins of Zhangzhung Training Camp, the tens of thousands of Ouzan recruits, and the seven thousand corpses of the Qinghai Soldiers, the Ouzan general at the front raised his head to the sky and let out a heaven-shaking roar.
Flapflap!
A few moments later, tens of thousands of carrier pigeons and eagles took to the skies. The news of Dayan Pugyal's death and the destruction of Zhangzhung Recruit Training Camp quickly spread across the plateau and shook the empire.
"What?!"
In the distant Ouzan royal capital, this news caused a massive earthquake. Bang! In the smoke-filled hall, the Tsenpo slammed his palm on the table and stood up.
"Impossible! I don't believe it! How could something like this happen? What were Dusong Mangpoje and Huoshu Huizang doing? To kill twenty-seven thousand recruits, including the seven thousand Qinghai Soldiers, isn't something that several thousand Tang soldiers could do. How could so many Tang people and such a large target go unnoticed? Just how did they get around the defense line? "
The Tsenpo was unable to restrain his anger. The massive impact caused his entire body to tremble. Ordinary recruits were one thing, but the seven thousand Qinghai Soldiers and Dayan Pugyal were the essence of the empire. They were the culmination of the blood and sweat of the Ouzan Empire, and the Tsenpo found it impossible to accept that they had been silently wiped out in a single night.
"Have you found any information on those Tang people?"
The Prime Minister of the Ouzan Empire, Dalon Trinling, also asked. Compared to the furious Tsenpo, his expression was much calmer, but the trembling fingers beneath his sleeves betrayed the agitation in his heart.
Dalon Trinling was no less shocked by this news than anyone else, but he had a composed mind and would not easily reveal it like the average person. But no matter what, the destruction of Zhangzhung Recruit Training Camp was a massive blow to the empire.
The Ouzan Plateau towered into the clouds, far away from the surrounding countries. It was a land bestowed by the heavens to the people of the Ouzan. It had been a very long time since the Tang people had fought their way onto the plateau, and there had never been so many Ouzan deaths on the plateau.
The last time something like this had happened was thirty-some years ago.
Even more unacceptable was that even now, no one knew how the Tang people's cavalry had managed to get around the numerous defense lines and reach the depths of the plateau.
"Replying to Prime Minister, we've already investigated. According to the survivors of Zhangzhung Recruit Training Camp, the attackers numbered around five thousand. The attackers should have been around five thousand. Their numbers aren't many, but they are extremely powerful. "
"Five thousand?"
Dalon Trinling couldn't help but grimace.
The Ouzan cavalry in Zhangzhung Training Camp numbered more than twenty thousand. If the other side also had this many people, it would be fine, but if they only had five thousand, that was far too astonishing.
"Correct. We've already asked many people, and we've all come to the same conclusion. The enemy's numbers are far inferior to ours.
"In addition, we also found a letter in Zhangzhung Training Camp, hanging on the black war banner of Zhangzhung Training Camp."
The commander of the Ouzan reinforcements who had been the first to arrive at Zhangzhung Training Camp reported.
"Bring it here!"
Dalon Trinling said.
A commander of the reinforcements quickly stepped forward and respectfully offered a letter with both hands.
Dalon Trinling opened the letter and quickly began to read. The words written on the letter were not in the Ouzan language, but in Hanzi.
But to Dalon Trinling, this was naturally no problem.
"To all the people of Ouzan: Those who offend the Central Plains will be executed, no matter how far away they may be. This was the case in ancient times, and it is the same now. In the battle of Qixi, five thousand Tang people were killed, General Pulan killed in battle. As the saying goes, it is impolite not to reciprocate. Today, I have come to the plateau to deliver a grand gift. I hope that all of you will kindly accept it! "
"The Young Marquis of the Tang Dynasty, Wang Chong!"
Dalon Trinling's pupils constricted as he read the last line, his face paling.
He had imagined all sorts of possibilities, like Geshu Han's long-distance raid, or Fomonlința's ambush, but he had never expected this name.
Wang Chong!
In the Ouzan, this name was receiving even more attention than Geshu Han or Fomonlința. Dalon Trinling had imagined all sorts of possibilities, but he had never imagined that it would be him!
The war of the southwest had just concluded, and the plague on the plateau was still not over. Yet this name had once more appeared on the plateau, and it had even destroyed one of the three most prestigious recruit training centers of the Ouzan Empire.
"Bastard!"
Dalon Trinling's hands were clenched, his face ashen, his mind exploding with killing intent.
… …
The incident at Tsongkha's Zhangzhung Recruit Training Camp had spread to all of Ouzan. At this moment, not just the royal capital, but even the distant north had received the news.
The huge change had also caused a great shock here. No! Not just shock, but also extreme rage.
"Wang Chong!!!"
There was an earth-shattering roar. In an instant, a terrifying force filled with destructive power exploded, blowing a black tent into pieces.
"General!!"
In the surroundings, the White Braves retreated in fear. General Dayan Pugyal had died in battle and Zhangzhung Recruit Training Camp had been destroyed. Everyone knew that the general was at his most furious, most terrifying, and most dangerous. After all, the two of them shared the surname 'Dayan', and they both hailed from the Dayan Clan.
"Wang Chong!! I definitely won't let you go! "
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