The Wushang Cavalry had only been established for a little more than two months, and they were still far from reaching the level of power of his last life. In other words, there was still much room for growth.
"Li Siye, order the army to rest where they are. In addition, we can carry out the plan we made earlier. Dusong Mangpoje's side will probably move very quickly, much faster than we imagined. "
"Yes, Marquis!"
Once the order was given, the army behind the steel walls quickly calmed down.
… …
"How is it? Can you still hold on? "
Twenty-thousand-some zhang away, in the Ouzan camp, Dusong Mangpoje rode over and stopped not far to the right of Dayan Mangpoje.
"Are you looking down on me? Do you think that I can't beat two Tang people?! "
Dayan Mangpoje's face was gloomy and hateful, and his teeth were clattering.
Dusong Mangpoje could sense the indignation in Dayan Mangpoje's heart, but he only smiled.
"You rest on the side. Leave this child called Wang Chong to me."
Dusong Mangpoje indifferently said.
"Impossible!"
Dayan Mangpoje immediately refused.
"This time, I admit that I was indeed careless. Let me rest for a while, and I will personally behead him!"
"Let me do it."
Dusong Mangpoje's lips curled into a faint smile.
"I can do it …"
Dayan Mangpoje fiercely said.
"Let me do it."
Dusong Mangpoje spoke once more. His voice was neither loud nor soft, but his tone had changed, leaving no room for doubt.
Dayan Mangpoje froze for a moment, and then he finally raised his head to look at Dusong Mangpoje.
The two stared at each other. Dusong Mangpoje, who usually had a gentle expression and would back down whenever Dayan Mangpoje made a request, had a much firmer look in his eyes, a toughness that had never been seen before.
Dayan and Dusong were the two great aristocratic families of the Ouzan Empire. They had a long history and enormous influence. Both families had many experts and outstanding figures, and they had personal relationships with each other.
Thus, the relationship between Dayan Mangpoje and Dusong Mangpoje was the same.
As long as Dayan Mangpoje decided on this operation, Dusong Mangpoje would not interfere, much less refuse. But this did not mean that Dusong Mangpoje had completely indulged Dayan Mangpoje.
In the northern border of the Ouzan Plateau, Dusong Mangpoje was the true commander-in-chief, wielding the highest authority. If Dayan Mangpoje could not defeat his opponent even after using all his strength, then it would be his turn to make a move.
"Dayan, war is not a game. I've already given you a chance, and the Tsenpo will not allow us to suffer any more defeats. Moreover, this is not a negotiation. "
Dusong Mangpoje had finally revealed his side as an Imperial Great General.
Whether or not Dayan Mangpoje was the Asura War God of the plateau, or how formidable his White Braves were, at least for now, Dusong Mangpoje's status was firmly above his own.
Dayan Mangpoje stared in a daze at Dusong Mangpoje. In a daze, he seemed to understand something and finally lowered his head. Although he was unwilling, at least for now, he did not have the strength to challenge Dusong Mangpoje.
"Hmph, that brat. No matter what, I will personally kill him."
Dayan Mangban did not argue any further, and with these words, he rode away. This defeat was an enormous humiliation to him, and someone of Dayan Mangpoje's personality would never easily give up.
But this time, Dusong Mangpoje said nothing more.
… …
"Heba Ye, pass on my order. All soldiers are to retreat at full speed. Retreat ten li. In addition … everyone else is to leave with me! "
At this moment, no one noticed that in the northwestern part of the Ouzan Plateau, Fomonlința was leaning forward on his horse, a vicious light flashing through his deep eyes.
"A bunch of useless trash. I've waited here for so long, but in the end, it's still me who has to fight."
Fomonlința viciously glared in the direction of the Ouzan army, his heart filled with extreme dissatisfaction.
This battle was completely different from what he had imagined. Even with so many Ouzan soldiers and experts like Dayan Mangpoje and Dusong Mangpoje holding the line, they had still failed to kill a sixteen or seventeen-year-old Wang Chong. This greatly disappointed Fomonlința.
The result of this battle made it impossible to carry out many of the follow-up plans he had made.
Fomonlința was very unwilling to make his actions so obvious, but in order to achieve the effect he wanted, he could only do this.
Gallop!
Before anyone else could react, Fomonlința had already turned his horse around, parted the crowd, and galloped off into the distance. Behind him, the generals of the Qixi Protectorate were dumbfounded.
No one had expected Fomonlința's actions.
"Didn't you hear? Let's go! "
Heba Ye glanced in the direction of Wang Chong, a complicated look in his eyes, mixed with sympathy and guilt. But he quickly waved his hand and led his generals away.
From the start of this battle to now, the Qixi Protectorate had sent people to observe and observe, and even Fomonlința had appeared on the front lines.
But this time was different. All the generals and scouts of the Qixi Protectorate had withdrawn from the battlefield. Not a single person remained.
"Buzz!"
It was fine when the Qixi Protectorate had not moved, but now that everyone had withdrawn from the battlefield, this sudden action immediately attracted the attention of both sides.
"Marquis, it's Fomonlința and the Qixi Protectorate!"
A voice suddenly rang out. In the distance, behind the steel walls, the sound of the horses galloping away from the Qixi Protectorate caused everyone to turn their heads.
Xu Keyi rode his horse to a place not far from Wang Chong, a hint of nervousness in his eyes as he gazed at the roiling dust.
The air around him was suddenly fraught with tension.
"This time, Fomonlința wants to draw out Dusong Mangpoje."
Li Siye suddenly took a few steps forward and looked into the distance, his expression extremely solemn.
"Mm."
Wang Chong gave a firm nod, his expression extremely solemn.
"He's running out of patience. Even if the Imperial Court condemns him, he'll still use the hands of Ouzan to kill us."
Fomonlința had always been a hidden danger. In order to eliminate him, he would stop at nothing. As an Imperial Great General, not only had he not led the Qixi Protectorate to reinforce him, he had instead turned his back on Dusong Mangpoje to draw him out. This sort of behavior was simply despicable.
It seems like whether or not the matter with Ouzan can be resolved, I have to think of a way to remove him from the position of Protector-General and have him transferred away.
Wang Chong quietly said to himself, his resolve to deal with Fomonlința grew even firmer.
… …
"As expected, he still left!"
In the distance, Dusong Mangpoje finally smiled at the sight of The Eagle unfurling its wings and soaring into the sky behind Fomonlința.
Although Fomonlința's actions seemed extremely abrupt and unexpected to others, Dusong Mangpoje had expected all of this.
Whether it was the strangeness of Qixi Protector-General staying out of this war or his deliberate opening of the gap to allow Dayan Mangpoje to pass, Fomonlința had made his intentions clear.
But Fomonlința was still a veteran general who had made his name many years ago. He wanted to use Dusong Mangpoje's strength to deal with Wang Chong, but that didn't mean that Dusong Mangpoje wouldn't use this chance to deal with Dusong Mangpoje.
As long as there was a chance, Dusong Mangpoje was sure that Fomonlința would attack him, using this opportunity to obtain merit and request a reward from the Tang Dynasty Imperial Court.
In this battle, Dusong Mangpoje had spent the greater part of his energy on guarding against this Qixi Protector-General. Only now, when Fomonlința left of his own accord, withdrawing all his soldiers, did Dusong Mangpoje finally relax.
"Haha, Fomonlința, many thanks! Since you're so sincere, I'll fulfill your wish. I'll kill this youngest son of the Wang Clan for you! "
Dusong Mangpoje heartily laughed as he looked into the distance. He quickly turned his gaze to Wang Chong and the several thousand Wushang cavalry.
The time was ripe. It was time to end this battle.
"Ren Gong, pass on my order. All soldiers should get ready to attack. This time, I will personally command! "
Dusong Mangpoje said.
"Yes, Milord!"
The fierce Ouzan general called Ren Gong was invigorated by these words. Without another word, he immediately left to pass on his order.
"I didn't think that our second meeting would end like this. What a pity!"
Dusong Mangpoje turned his head to look at Wang Chong and the Wushang cavalry, a strange light in his eyes.
No matter how clever Wang Chong was, how powerful his tactics were, or how many times he had defeated Dayan Mangpoje, when Fomonlința retreated and Dusong Mangpoje personally took action, Wang Chong's fate was sealed.
Dusong Mangpoje was not afraid that Wang Chong would escape, as there was no way he could escape. No one could escape the pursuit of an Imperial Great General. And if he did, he would also bury the several thousand Wushang cavalry and the eight-thousand-some craftsmen who had worked on the construction of the city.
With Dusong Mangpoje's understanding of the Tang Dynasty, even if he spared Wang Chong's life after committing such a grave mistake, only death awaited him once he returned to the Tang Dynasty.
"Call over General Dayan Mangpoje. Tell him that he can quickly get his revenge."
With these words, Dusong Mangpoje quickly returned to the center of the army.
Bwoooom! Boom!
Very soon, the resounding sound of a yak horn with a metallic texture rang out across the plateau. This special texture was something that had never appeared before.
Rumble! The tens of thousands of highland steeds began to gallop as they prepared for battle. The stomping of their hooves caused the entire plateau to tremble, the air currents stirring and blowing dirt and grass into the air. Translated by: Hypersheep325 Edited by: Michyrr
And unlike any other time, Dusong Mangpoje had thrown all his personal soldiers, the tens of thousands of Ouzan cavalry, and the remnants of Dayan Mangpoje's White Braves into battle.
Hearing that Wang Chong and the Wushang cavalry could be dealt with, Dayan Mangpoje had immediately thrown his White Braves into the army.
The world was quiet, and there was no sound other than the sound of Dusong Mangpoje's tens of thousands of soldiers. An enormous and suffocating aura began to exude an invisible pressure.
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