By the time Wang Chong had finished his battle and was putting all his efforts into building a defensive fortress, Heba Ye's news had already reached the Qixi Protectorate headquarters.
"What? Impossible! Heba Ye, are you sure? The Ouzan Mountain Army really has twenty to thirty thousand soldiers? "
In the main hall of the protectorate headquarters, Fomonlința stood up from his throne, a look of disbelief on his face as he saw Heba Ye personally rush back from his camp.
"Lord Protector-General, your subordinate personally checked. There is absolutely no mistake!"
Heba Ye said, kneeling on the ground. His head was bowed very low.
This was a major matter, and he had originally wanted to send a scout, but when he thought about how much importance the Protector-General placed on this second son of the Wang Clan, he had decided to personally come.
Moreover, this matter was far too shocking. Nothing like this had ever happened in Qixi or on the plateau. Heba Ye didn't dare to make a decision on his own, nor did he dare to leave behind any loopholes.
Thus, he had personally gone to the Qixi Protectorate headquarters to explain to Fomonlința.
"Impossible! Without the permission of the Imperial Court, privately raising an army is a crime punishable by death. And how could he possibly have such a powerful army? "
Fomonlința's face was filled with shock.
Although there had been rumors that a Tang army had taken a mysterious path into the Ouzan Plateau and wiped out more than twenty thousand recruits of Zhangzhung Recruit Training Camp, and that this Tang army was very likely to be Wushang's Wang Chong, Fomonlința didn't believe it.
There were only a few paths between the Ouzan and the Tang Dynasty, and each path was guarded by an army. It was even more impossible for a mysterious path to exist.
This sort of story was inherently unreliable.
Moreover, all the information had come from Ouzan, so it was up to them to decide whether it was true or not. No one could verify it.
Without concrete evidence, Fomonlința would never believe such nonsense.
But this time was different. This battle had taken place on the Ouzan Plateau, and Heba Ye had personally verified it, so he had no choice but to believe it.
"Let's go! I want to see it for myself! "
A glimmer of light flashed in Fomonlința's eyes. Without saying a word, he abruptly walked down from the main hall and disappeared outside.
…
Fomonlința of the Qixi Protectorate was far from the only one shocked by the battle on the plateau.
"What? Buluhu's Mountain Army was completely annihilated. Bastard! Does the Qixi Protectorate have the ability to do so? "
In the depths of the Ouzan Highland, over a thousand miles away from the battlefield of the triangular gap, Dayan Mangpoje was enraged when he heard the news.
"General, it's not the Qixi Protectorate. It's a Great Tang army of unknown origin. Although they don't have many people, they are more than twice as strong as the Qixi Protectorate. "
"Not only that, even General Buluhu was killed by them."
"General, this is absolutely true. We did not lie."
…
The surviving officers of the Qixi Protectorate were kneeling on the ground, their bodies trembling like mice before a cat. Although Great General Dusong Mangpoje held the highest status in the camp, the one they feared the most was Dayan Mangpoje. This was because everyone knew that the true leader of the camp was none other than this Asura of the Empire.
And in terms of methods, everyone knew that Lord Dayan Mangpoje was far fiercer and more domineering than Dusong Mangpoje.
"Bastard, you still dare to quibble? The largest army in Qixi is the Qixi Protectorate. If it wasn't them, could it have been Anxi's Gao Xianzhi? "
Dayan Mangpoje's eyes exploded with killing intent.
Twenty to thirty thousand cavalry had died in battle, and this was no small number. In Dayan Mangban's life, what he could not tolerate the most were defeated generals, and what he could not tolerate even more were those incompetent people who had clearly been defeated but still dared to quibble about it. The steppe revered courage, and no one could tolerate cowardice and incompetence.
"Milord, it wasn't the Anxi army, but Wushang's men …"
A relatively small and thin Ouzan general argued in fear. But the moment he said 'Wushang', buzz! The mood in the tent suddenly changed. Dayan Mangpoje had been brimming with killing intent, but these two words seemed to provoke him. His body trembled and he raised his head, his eyes fixed on that thin general.
Sensing the change in Dayan Mangpoje's body, all the generals of the Mountain Army felt their hearts clench, their eyes closing in fear. No one knew what had happened, nor why Dayan Mangpoje had reacted so strongly, but at this moment, everyone subconsciously turned to that thin general.
"Milord, I've heard a few things about Wushang from my brothers in the other armies. At the triangular gap in the northeast corner, those Tang people used steel to build a city right in front of us, and they did so with incredible speed. This style is exactly the same as the one I've heard about in Wushang's City of Steel. Before we went out to battle, I tried to warn General Buluhu, but alas, General was too eager for battle and simply didn't listen to me. "
The skinny general knelt on the ground and said. His hands were tightly clenched as he remained motionless on the ground.
"Buzz!"
Without any warning, as soon as he finished his last sentence, the entire tent suddenly became deathly silent. Dayan Mangpoje, who had been like a furious lion, his gaze seemingly capable of killing, suddenly fell silent. This drastic change caused the Mountain Army generals in the tent to feel uneasy. Several of them stole glances at each other, but no one dared to speak.
No one knew what had happened.
"Tell me, what does the enemy's commander look like?"
An icy voice suddenly rang out in everyone's ears. There was no emotion in this voice. They raised their heads and realized that at some point, Dayan Mangpoje had stood up from his seat. His expression was calm, but even the slowest person could sense that this was not true calmness. On the contrary, this calm Dayan Mangpoje was even more frightening than when he had been furious.
"Milord, the commander of the Tang people is a burly man who is more than eight feet tall. He rides a ferghana horse and wields a longsword that is taller than a man. He looks extremely frightening, but the true commander isn't him. Instead, it's a seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth behind him. We've seen that all the Tang people follow his lead, including that burly man who rides the ferghana horse …"
The generals of the Ouzan Mountain Army said.
Kachak!
The crisp sound of fists being clenched resounded through the tent, interrupting the Mountain Army generals' words. Alarmed, they raised their heads and realized that Dayan Mangpoje's calm face had unwittingly turned ashen, and his cold eyes had become frighteningly gloomy.
Everyone's hearts began to pound, and they hurriedly shut their mouths.
"Bastard!"
No one knew that Dayan Mangpoje's heart was burning with rage. When the Mountain Army generals mentioned Wushang and then mentioned a seventeen-year-old youth, there were some things that no longer needed to be said.
Wang Chong!
At this moment, Dayan Mangpoje knew exactly what he was up against, and he also knew who the Mountain Army had lost to. Dayan Mangpoje could never have imagined that the youth of the Tang people in the City of Steel would already lead his army to attack the plateau not long after their last clash, before he could attack the City of Steel again.
"Pass on my order! Mobilize the entire army! Northeast corner, triangular gap! Set out immediately!"
Dayan Mangpoje's bone-chilling voice resounded through the hall, a voice suffused with frenzied murderous intent.
"Yes!"
No one in the tent dared to say anything else. All of them hurriedly lowered their heads and acknowledged.
Ooo! — —
A few moments later, with the bleak and vigorous blare of the yak horn, the vast Tibetan Plateau was suddenly buffeted by fierce winds. Tens of thousands of black tents surged out of the tens of thousands of soldiers. Neigh. The neighing of warhorses resounded over the plateau, and the atmosphere was extremely somber.
Rumble!
A few moments later, the earth began to rumble as the vast army of Ouzan cavalry surged out like a black tide. Accompanying this horseman was a special group of cavalry, their horses adorned with special white inscriptions. These were none other than Dayan Mangpoje's famous White Braves!
When he heard the names of Wushang and Wang Chong, Dayan Mangpoje's killing intent had truly been aroused. Whether it was for the twenty-seven thousand recruits of Zhangzhung Training Camp, for Wang Chong's slain Dayan Pugyal, for the Buluhu Army that had just been destroyed, and even further … for the soldiers of the Ngari Royal Lineage that had been killed in the war of the southwest, Dayan Mangpoje had ample reason to kill Wang Chong and completely eliminate the threat of the Ouzan.
Rumble! Roiling clouds of dust soared into the sky as the army swiftly made its way to the northeast corner of the northern Ouzan Plateau. At the same time, as the army was about to depart, a messenger rushed into an even larger tent in the rear of the army.
"Great General, it's bad! General Dayan has given the order to mobilize the army and leave the camp. They're already heading toward the camp of the Qixi Protectorate. "
The messenger kneeled on the ground, his forehead beaded with sweat.
Everyone in Ouzan knew that the highest-ranking commander was Great General Dusong Mangpoje, and only he had the authority to mobilize the army. But Dayan Mangpoje had actually mobilized the army without the Great General's permission or token. According to Tibetan law, this was a major crime.
"Okay, I already know."
In the black tent, Dusong Mangpoje was seated on a simple Tibetan chair, a teacup in his hand. The lid of the teacup touched as he lightly dabbed at the froth. This was the Er tea that Ouzan had brought over from the southwest on the Tea Horse Road. The people of Ouzan mainly ate meat, which was too oily, so they bought the tea bricks of the Tang dynasty and Mengshe Zhao.
Imperial Great Generals like Dusong Mangpoje enjoyed the finest Er tea.
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