"What's the situation with Fomonlința?"
Dusong Mangpoje asked as he put down his teacup.
"Milord, our people disguised themselves as Hu merchants and have been scouting the area around the Qixi Protectorate. In addition, we asked the Arabs to help keep watch. We just received word that Fomonlința has already left the Qixi Protectorate and is heading to the front lines of the plateau. "
The messenger knelt on the ground and said.
"In addition, what about Gao Xianzhi?"
Dusong Mangpoje said.
In the entire northern border of the plateau, the Ouzan Empire only cared about two people: Fomonlința and Gao Xianzhi. The two emperors of the Tang Dynasty were not too far from each other, and they could support each other in certain situations.
"Gao Xianzhi is currently preparing for war. Based on our spies in Anxi, he's probably preparing to attack the kingdoms to the west of the Cong Mountains, so he should have no time to worry about Qixi. In addition, Gao Xianzhi and Fomonlința have never had a good relationship. It's always been Qixi that goes to reinforce Anxi, while Anxi's people rarely return to reinforce Qixi. The chances of this happening are extremely low. "
The messenger knelt on the ground and said sincerely.
"Then let's move out. There's no need to worry about General Dayan. I'll help him keep an eye on Fomonlința. As long as there's no threat from Fomonlința, General Dayan should be fine. "
Dusong Mangpoje faintly smiled. With these last words, he pushed his teacup aside and left the tent.
The army rumbled and soon moved toward the northern frontlines amidst the billowing dust.
… …
"Hurry! Hurry and pour the molten iron! "
"It's misaligned. Move the second module to the left a little more."
"Put in more effort! The second floor is about to be finished. Equipment team, hurry and prepare the beehives. "
…
At the same time, in the northern region of the Ouzan Plateau, in the northeast corner of the triangular gap, eight to nine thousand craftsmen were busy working like bees. In just a few hours, a small 'City of Steel', flickering with true silver light, was slowly taking shape at the edge of the plateau.
This was a miniature city much smaller than Wushang's City of Steel, only one-twentieth the size of the actual City of Steel.
Although it was much smaller, for Wang Chong, as a military city, it was more than enough to accommodate around 50,000 soldiers.
Wang Chong had only come up with this number after careful consideration. Moreover, this city was built on the triangular gap in the north-east corner of Ouzan, blocking the way for the Ouzan people to enter and leave the plateau.
However, the Tang dynasty could continuously enter the city through the triangular gap to support the city defense and resist the Ouzan. If everything went as expected, this would be the Tang dynasty's first strategic military stronghold on the Ouzan Plateau.
Wang Chong's modular city once more displayed its enormous might on the plateau. In just a little more than two hours, the city had been slowly built from scratch.
Although it was not completely finished, two floors had already been built. Since each floor was three meters tall, the two floors were six meters tall, and it already possessed a preliminary defensive capability.
The third floor was still in the midst of construction, and it would soon be completed. Once the third floor was completed, the nine-meter-tall 'miniature City of Steel' would take root on the plateau and possess a considerable degree of defensive capability.
Creee!
As he was constructing the steel walls, he heard shrill cries coming from the distance. Wang Chong followed the sound from the walls and saw that in the distance, birds were spreading their wings and flying in his direction.
This time, it was not just vultures. There were also many rock eagles, sea eagles, large eagles, sparrowhawks … a dense mass of fifty to sixty birds was flying over.
"Milord!"
On the side, the rock eagle perched on Zhang Que's shoulder tensed up at the sight of this horde of birds and turned to look at Wang Chong. There were far too many birds this time. The eagle team alone would find it very difficult to deal with them.
"Heh, there's no need to worry about them. Let them come."
Wang Chong faintly smiled and waved his hand.
"In addition, Li Siye, get ready. Our master is coming."
"Yes, this general obeys."
Li Siye cupped his fists and bowed. His armor clattered as he descended the wall.
"All soldiers, hear my order! Assemble and prepare to meet the enemy!"
Li Siye's sonorous voice resounded over the plateau. On the Neigh, Li Siye mounted his Ferghana horse and galloped to the front.
Behind him, the five thousand Wushang cavalry quickly assembled in a tight formation.
In the rear, the eight thousand craftsmen seemed to sense something, and they looked a little uneasy. Only Wang Chong's expression was the same as ever.
"Dayan Mangpoje, it's about time for you to arrive."
Wang Chong held his hands behind his back and faintly smiled.
Before the soldiers and horses moved, the scouts moved first. A normal Tibetan army would be lucky to have ten-some scouting beasts. There were more than fifty to sixty birds in this flock. There was no doubt that an unprecedentedly large army was coming towards them from behind this group of scouting birds.
Wang Chong's judgment was correct. A few moments later, a powerful gust of wind suddenly surged over from the horizon.
This gust of wind carried large amounts of grass and dust that filled the battlefield.
Although there was nothing in the distance, everyone could feel the tense atmosphere, and an invisible pressure came surging over like a tide.
"Neigh! — — "
In just a few breaths' time, the neighing of warhorses could be heard. At first, it was so soft that it could not be heard, but in the blink of an eye, it sounded like thunder, resounding through the entire world.
Dong! Dong!
Following the loud beating of war drums, before the warhorses could appear, a huge black war flag quickly leaped into everyone's sight from the horizon.
This war flag was six to seven people tall, black with red edges. On the flag was a huge, burning white flame, like an evil flower from hell, giving off a strong aura of death.
And under this huge war flag, everyone saw a disdainful, domineering figure that was filled with a strong desire to kill and kill.
That person was riding a divine steed that was taller than a person. The divine steed was as white as snow, but its four hooves were as red as blood.
That person and the steed only glanced at them from afar, and in that instant, everyone felt a chill from the depths of their hearts.
"Dayan Mangpoje!"
On top of the city wall, Wang Chong glanced at them from afar, and a flash of light flashed through his mind. To be able to exude such a powerful aura from such a distance, in Wang Chong's memory, there was only one Dayan Mangpoje.
And that snow-white divine steed with four blood-red hooves from the Great Snow Mountain was the best proof of that.
"Rumble!"
Just as this thought flashed through Wang Chong's mind, there was a sudden change on the horizon. In the midst of the loud noise, all the horses were silent. Countless Ouzan warhorses swarmed out from his left and right, like a raging wave.
"Get ready!"
Li Siye's voice sounded from the front of the formation. His mountainous body stood in front of the army like a mainstay, giving off an incomparably powerful feeling.
Clang! His symbolic sword, taller than a man, rose into the air, gleaming with a cold light under the gloomy sky. The mood in the northeastern region of the Ouzan Plateau instantly became somber and somber.
Rumble! As the warhorses approached, the atmosphere grew tense and tense.
"Milord, it's Dayan Mangpoje. The Ouzan really has appeared."
In another place far away from Wang Chong, Heba Ye had a nervous look on his face. On the night of Pulan He's death, he had been in the camp and had even exchanged blows with him. Heba Ye still had a deep impression of that demonic Tibetan Brigadier General, who was like a demon, a nightmare.
He had recognized Dayan Mangpoje at a glance.
"No! It's not just Dayan Mangpoje … there's also Dusong Mangpoje. "
An indifferent voice came from the side. Fomonlința was riding a black steed, looking into the distance with a profound look in his eyes.
Great Generals were abnormally sensitive to powerful existences of the same level. Although he couldn't see anything, Fomonlința could already sense Dusong Mangpoje's existence.
Even with the obstruction and concealment of an army, Dusong Mangpoje was as conspicuous as a lighthouse in the darkness to Fomonlința.
"Ah!"
Heba Ye paled as he looked at Fomonlința and couldn't help but gasp. One Dayan Mangpoje was already very difficult to deal with, and now there was another Dusong Mangpoje. All the soldiers of the Ouzan Empire on the northern border had probably been mobilized.
"Milord, should we move out now?"
Heba Ye asked.
"That bastard. It seems like he already predicted this."
Fomonlința clenched his fists as he glanced at the triangular gap where Wang Chong was, his eyes almost spitting fire.
He was now almost certain that the boy from the Wang Clan had also schemed against him.
According to the rules of the Imperial Court, if Wang Chong had moved on his own and encountered an enemy like Buluhu on the plateau, his death would have been in vain. Fomonlința would be able to cleanly deny any responsibility, and he might even be able to mock the Wang Clan.
But the triangular gap occupied by Wang Chong was very close to the Qixi Protectorate's main camp. If the Ouzan Great General and Brigadier Generals were so close, and if the Qixi Protectorate still did nothing, then it would be truly incompetent. Whether or not Wang Chong died, Fomonlința would have to face the questioning of the Imperial Court.
Normally, Fomonlința wouldn't have cared that much, but not long ago, Dayan Mangpoje and his White Braves had 'broken' through the Qixi Protectorate's defense line and charged all the way to Wang Chong's City of Steel.
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