"Aaaaah!"
Chapter 853: Slaughter! "Aaaaah!"
An earth-shattering scream resounded as the thick Stellar Energy that had expanded for more than four feet around Lou Lubu's body was swiftly annihilated. After a brief moment of silence, Lou Lubu's entire body was covered in sword and saber wounds as he fell heavily to the ground. Puff, puff, puff. Countless arrows of blood shot out from his body and the warhorse beneath him.
Even in death, Nalou Lubu's eyes were still wide open, apparently not daring to believe that he would die to the encirclement of three thousand people.
Clang!
A Wushang horseman charged forward and slashed down with his sword, sending Nalou Lubu's head flying several zhang into the air. And with Nalou Lubu's death, the Western Turkic army was thrown into chaos.
"Kill!"
Cheng Sanyuan didn't hesitate at all. With a command, he immediately seized the opportunity to attack.
Nalou Lubu had been too careless. Although Cheng Sanyuan was no famous general, the Wushang cavalry behind him were the best cavalry in the world. Wang Chong had used this move to kill the Saint Martial realm Dayan Pugyal at the Zhangzhung Recruit Training Camp on the Ouzan Plateau, and this was only Nalou Lubu.
"Ah! … "
Without Nalou Lubu as commander, the Western Turkic army still had twenty-thousand-some soldiers, but it was no longer capable of organizing an effective counterattack.
"Kill!"
By the time Heba Ye and his eight thousand soldiers arrived from another direction, the outcome of this battle had been decided.
When the news of the defeat reached Mount Sanmi, the entire Khagan Court was shaken!
… …
To the south of Qixi, along the Silk Road that led to the capital, a wide cement road stretched out like a belt of jade, passing through numerous mountains and extending for thousands of kilometers toward the Western Regions. At the end of this road, tens of thousands of craftsmen worked like a swarm of bees.
At the very front of this group, Zhao Jingdian and several nobles of the capital and the elders of the great clans stood side by side, supervising the work day and night.
"Flap flap flap!"
A messenger pigeon flew down from the sky, and Zhao Jingdian extended his right hand to catch it. With just a glance, Zhao Jingdian's eyes immediately turned solemn.
"It's Marquis's letter!"
Zhao Jingdian opened the letter, glanced at it, then put it away and walked forward. He stopped in front of a well-dressed old man.
"Mr. Xu, how far are we from Wushang?"
Zhao Jingdian asked.
"It's not far now. In fact, we could have reached Wushang not too long ago, but according to Master's orders, we widened the road and strengthened the hardness of the cement road to allow it to carry more weight. But if there are no accidents, we should be able to reach Wushang in twenty days at most. "
The old man replied.
Zhao Jingdian was constructing the cement road from the capital to Wushang, and this old man was the chief engineer, the representative of the clan alliance. All of the construction progress was under his control.
"Twenty days?"
Zhao Jingdian frowned and extended a finger.
"I'll only give you ten days. You must reach Wushang within ten days."
"This …"
After a moment's hesitation, the old man nodded.
"Although it's somewhat difficult, it shouldn't be too much of a problem. If Milord is in a hurry, I can personally supervise and facilitate this matter."
"Okay!"
Zhao Jingdian nodded and said no more.
In his letter, Wang Chong had promised him twenty days, but Zhao Jingdian was well aware that for Marquis to personally send him a letter, it had to be an extremely important matter. Thus, Zhao Jingdian had given ten days.
I hope that I can help Marquis as much as possible!
Zhao Jingdian said to himself.
… …
The cement road leading to the Western Regions was in full swing, and at the same time, the countless chimneys of the Central Plains were spewing out black smoke. All the smithing clans, smiths, and smiths were working at full speed, madly constructing the various steel modules required for Wang Chong.
If one looked down from the sky, one could see that the hundreds of thousands of smiths and smiths of the Central Plains were madly working to forge steel. It was a majestic sight to behold!
"Load all these steel modules onto the carriages. I need all of you to move them to Qixi as quickly as possible. As for profits, there's no need to worry. The client this time is the Wang Clan of the capital, a clan of ministers and generals most trustworthy. The buyer is none other than the Young Marquis personally conferred by the Holy Emperor. "
In Jingnan, outside an ancient-styled estate of a great clan, a refined steward dressed in azure robes was urging a caravan to load the steel modules onto the carriages. With the experience of forging for the first time, the speed at which these swordsmithing aristocratic families forged was much faster.
"Save it! Qixi Protector-General, our Tang Dynasty's Eighth Great General. Who in the Tang Dynasty doesn't know of him? Relax! I don't need to worry about that. "
Outside the estate, the muscular caravan leader chuckled and made a gesture. With a wave of his hand, this caravan of ten-some carriages set off for Qixi.
From east to west, from south to north, tens of thousands of such caravans dragged countless steel modules toward Qixi day and night.
With a single order from Wang Chong, the entire Tang Dynasty was at his beck and call.
… …
Time slowly passed, and eight days later, when a wide cement road, more than two zhang long, reached Wushang, the entire City of Steel was abuzz.
"Cement road! Cement road! … Everyone, look! A new cement road is coming! "
"Ah, let me take a look!"
"Unbelievable! What a strange thing! It's really as hard as stone!"
… …
The City of Steel was cheering as tens of thousands of craftsmen flooded out of the city. A new road had appeared in the Tang Dynasty. It was made from soft sand and lime, but it was as hard as stone and could withstand several dozen tons of weight. Even a warrior with the strength of one thousand jin would find it very difficult to damage it. This news had already spread throughout the entire Tang Dynasty.
Moreover, this new cement road was being built from the distant capital to Wushang. This news had already spread through the city, and everyone was eagerly awaiting it.
"Lord Zhao, welcome back."
Countless fireworks soared into the sky. At the very front of the thousands of craftsmen, Master of Architecture Zhang Shouzhi had personally come out of the city to welcome Zhao Jingdian.
"Venerable Senior Zhang, we meet again."
Zhao Jingdian clasped his hands and smiled. The two of them had fought side by side in the war of the southwest and were old acquaintances.
"That's right, where is Marquis?"
"Marquis has already gone to Qixi, but even if you went there, you probably wouldn't be able to find him."
Zhang Shouzhi had his hands tucked into his sleeves, a faint smile on his face.
"Oh, how could that be?"
Zhao Jingdian's eyes widened in surprise. He had worked day and night on the Silk Road precisely so that he could reach Wushang a little earlier and meet Wang Chong. But to his surprise, the situation was completely different from what he had expected.
"In the Battle of Talas, everyone has placed their hopes on Marquis. How could Marquis possibly sit still at a time like this?"
Zhang Shouzhi saw through Zhao Jingdian's confusion and smiled.
"In addition, don't ask me about Marquis's whereabouts. Not even I know. Marquis is a very careful thinker, and his thoughts are not something we can speculate on. "
Zhao Jingdian nodded in thought.
… …
Not many people knew that Wang Chong was not in Qixi. Even Xu Yi-qin, who was closest to Wang Chong, only knew that he had gone to the Western Regions to meet some people, but not even she knew the specifics.
"Marquis, up ahead is the territory of the Gangke people. These people are extremely crude and don't even know how to ride horses. Milord, do you really intend to hire them? "
In the northeast corner of the Western Regions, in a barren and desolate region, Yang Hongchang rode next to Wang Chong. Behind them was the five thousand soldiers of the Qixi army. Upon hearing that Wang Chong was coming to the Western Regions, Yang Hongchang had immediately put down everything he was doing and personally come out to welcome him.
But Yang Hongchang was still confused by Wang Chong's decision.
"If Milord truly wishes to find mercenaries, this one knows many good ones, any of them more formidable than the Gangke people. Moreover, the Gangke people don't have many people, so they won't be of much use. "
"There's no need. I'll bring up other mercenaries in the future. I've come this time to find the Gangke people."
Wang Chong waved his hand from atop his White-hoofed Shadow, his expression calm and composed.
"But …"
"There's no need."
Wang Chong calmly said. No matter what he did, Wang Chong always had his own reasons for doing it. But there was no need to explain all this to Yang Hongchang.
"Marquis, the scouts up ahead have reported that there are people blocking our path. They should be the Gangke people."
At this moment, a Han general galloped up and whispered into Wang Chong's ear. This general looked similar to Wang Chong's personal guards, but he was wearing the armor of the Qixi Protectorate. Under the leadership of Fomonlința, there weren't many Han who could reach the rank of general in the Qixi Protectorate.
Wang Chong had only found this general through the name list of the Qixi Protectorate. This person was called Xue Qianjun. He was originally a commandant who had served the Qixi Protectorate for fifteen years. Even though he had made many contributions, he had never been promoted. After Wang Chong found him, he made an exception and promoted him to a general, commanding the Han soldiers of the Qixi Protectorate.
As the Qixi Protector-General, Wang Chong wielded unimaginable authority. For an exception to promote a commandant to a general, Wang Chong didn't even need the approval of the royal court or the Bureau of Military Personnel. All he had to do was to write a letter and report it to the royal court.
"Oh? Don't clash with them yet. Wait for me. "
Wang Chong's eyes flashed, and he suddenly patted his steed and galloped toward the source of the conflict. In just a few breaths, Wang Chong immediately saw the 'enemies' that Xue Qianjun spoke of. These were the typical natives of the Western Regions. Compared to the burly natives of the Western Regions, they were much shorter, only around six to seven chi tall.
Their bodies didn't look as muscular, and they were covered in dust as if they hadn't bathed in six to seven years. Even their hair was matted. But the most unbearable of all was the stench emanating from their bodies. When Wang Chong was still six to seven zhang away, he could already smell the stench.
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