"Haha, true and false, false and true. As long as nine out of ten pieces of evidence are true, no one cares if the last one is true or false. Wanhe Peiluo had a guilty conscience and confessed without being pressed. No one cares if the Arab emissary is real or fake. "
"But what if he really did expose it?"
Although he knew that this question was inappropriate, Xue Qianjun couldn't help but ask. He had endured this question for a long time, and it felt like a hundred claws had been clawing at his heart. He had no choice but to spit it out.
"Then we've really wronged him."
Wang Chong indifferently said.
"Ah!"
Xue Qianjun was dumbstruck, his mouth wide open.
Wang Chong grinned, shot a glance at Xue Qianjun, and then left with a wave of his sleeve.
Xue Qianjun stood there in a daze, and after a long while, he suddenly understood and began to laugh. Wronged? Marquis was just teasing him!
Marquis's thoughts are truly hard to guess!
As this thought flitted through his mind, Xue Qianjun quickly followed.
… …
The night was getting darker, and everything was progressing in an orderly manner.
"Chong-er, something's not right."
After some time, as Wang Chong was inspecting his surroundings, Wang Chong's father, Wang Yan, and big brother, Wang Fu, suddenly walked out of the army. Wang Yan's brow was tightly furrowed, and he seemed rather uneasy.
"The Arabs still haven't moved. This truly isn't normal."
"In this battle, they lost around eighty to ninety thousand soldiers, but most of them were infantry, with only twenty to thirty percent being cavalry. The remaining two hundred thousand cavalry weren't much affected, and they have the ability to counterattack. He is fully capable of launching a counterattack. It is indeed abnormal for him to remain so calm. "
Wang Chong's big brother, Wang Fu, also spoke.
Wang Fu was dressed in black armor, his posture upright and his bearing imposing. Although he was young, Wang Fu was extremely experienced on the battlefield, and he also possessed an extremely sharp intuition.
Wang Chong said nothing, only turned his head and looked past the army. On the horizon, he could see that the Arab cavalry had formed a massive arc, neither too far nor too close, facing off against the Tang dynasty. After capturing Wanhe Peiluo, Wang Chong and Gao Xianzhi dealt with the Karluk tribe, and then moved all the supplies into the city. During this entire process, the Arabs showed no signs of movement. They were abnormally calm, showing no signs of an attack.
"Ha, there's always something strange going on. The Arabs have always been fierce and aggressive, seeking revenge for the smallest grievance. Keeping their composure isn't their style. If I'm not wrong, they should be waiting for someone. "
Wang Chong smirked. With just a glance, he immediately understood.
"Waiting for someone? Who are we waiting for?! "
Hearing Wang Chong's words, Wang Yan and Wang Fu exchanged glances. They were greatly surprised. The two of them only felt that the Arabs were acting a little strange, but Wang Chong was certain that they were waiting for someone.
"I don't know. But we'll find out soon enough! "
Wang Chong shook his head and waved behind him.
"Zhang Que, increase the range of patrols. No matter what happens in the surroundings, I want to be the first to know if there's even the slightest disturbance!"
"Yes! Your subordinate understands. "
Zhang Que's voice came from behind him, and then he left with the clatter of footsteps.
… …
As the night deepened, while Wang Chong was leading the Qixi Protectorate in setting up defenses around Talas, to the east of the Cong Mountains, in the distant Western Regions, in one of the Four Garrisons of Anxi, the town of Shule …
A family was sleeping peacefully in their room. The man of the family slept on the edge of the bed while the mistress slept on the inside. In between them was a child of three or four.
The Battle of Talas had gathered hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the empires of the east and west, and the atmosphere was fraught with tension. The dangerous aura exuded by the battle had rendered the once bustling Four Garrisons of Anxi almost empty. Not many people could stay behind at this time, and those who stayed had their own reasons for not being able to leave.
"Buzz!"
All of a sudden, the bed shook twice. The man frowned in his daze and subconsciously called out.
"Suhe, don't move around."
The child clawed at the air a few times and then clung to the mistress, replying in a daze.
"A 'Da, I didn't."
The room fell silent, but the bed shook once more, even more violently than before. This time, even the mistress was somewhat angry.
"Suhe, don't be naughty. Don't move around while you're sleeping."
"A 'Pa, it really wasn't me."
The child felt wronged.
As the child spoke, the bed shook once more, and this time, even the mistress and mistress noticed that something was wrong. A naughty child would never be this powerful.
"What's going on? Is it an earthquake? "
The mistress sleeping in the inner room was somewhat afraid. At this moment, the long neigh of a horse could be heard in the darkness. The man's expression changed. He quickly raised a finger and shushed her. The room instantly quietened down. The mistress seemed to sense something and hugged the child as she shrank into a corner, her body shivering and not daring to move.
"Rumble!"
In just a few moments, the ground began to shake even more violently. At first, it was like a sieve, but later, the entire room began to shake. Amidst the trembling, there was also the sound of horse hooves. The sound was as heavy as thunder, echoing in the night sky. The man trembled and hesitated for a moment. Then he gathered his courage and walked to the window. He quietly opened the window, revealing a sliver of space. With just a glance, his face instantly paled as if he had been dealt a heavy blow, and he hastily pulled back.
Neigh! At this moment, the snoring of a warhorse came from outside the window, and a faint light shone through the window. A moment later, the shadow of a massive warhorse was projected from outside and landed on the window. As the family of three looked on in panic, a somewhat hoarse voice came from outside.
"Suiye isn't far ahead, and the Anxi Protectorate headquarters is there. Gao Xianzhi went to Talas with ninety percent of his soldiers, leaving behind Feng Changqing and several thousand soldiers of the Anxi Protectorate army. Should we go over and exterminate them along the way? "
The hoarse voice said in the flickering light of the fire.
"There's no need. Duwusili is coming from the east, and the Turkic army he's leading is coming from Kucha, so it's closer. I'll leave Feng Changqing and the Anxi Protectorate army left behind to him. "
After a few moments of silence, another voice replied, this one extremely refined and scholarly.
"I'm worried about the Arabs right now. There are more than three hundred thousand Arab soldiers outside Talas, and the Arabs have always been vicious, even more belligerent than us. I originally believed that the Arabs had the advantage in numbers and could easily deal with the hundreds of thousands of foreign and Han soldiers of the Qixi Protectorate. I didn't think that they would win. "
At this moment, another loud and clear voice rang out. The hooves of a warhorse clattered as a tall and sturdy warhorse walked up from behind. Its shadow was projected outside the window.
In the room, the family of three held their breaths, huddled together and shivering in fear, too frightened to speak.
"Ha, relax. Abu Muslim won't lose that easily! How could someone who could become the Governor of the East of the Arabian Empire lose so easily? Moreover, the Arab main force still exists. This battle is far from over. "
The scholarly voice confidently said.
"In addition, I've already received Abu Muslim's reply. He's already prepared. Once we arrive, the three sides will work together to exterminate the Tang dynasty's army."
"Talas is not the southwest, and Abu Muslim is not Gelofeng. In this battle, neither the Anxi Protectorate army nor the Qixi Protectorate will have any chance of survival! If the Tang people can still survive, then he really can be called the 'War Saint'! "
Outside the window, there was a sudden silence. The other two figures did not speak, but they both nodded.
"Speed is of the essence in war. Our greatest advantage is that neither the Qixi Protectorate nor he knows that we've already set off. Their attention has been drawn away by the Arabs. As long as we can fool their eyes and ears, we can launch a surprise attack that will catch them off guard."
The first hoarse voice spoke, a hint of anticipation in its voice.
"Mm, but don't get too careless. The Qixi Protectorate has an eagle team. Every time we go on a campaign, these eagles will scout and patrol the perimeter. Although we've been traveling at night and hiding during the day, if we can't fool the eyes and ears of the eagles, we'll still fall short. We won't be able to sneak up on him. "
The third voice boomed.
"Haha, it's just a few birds. There's no need to worry too much. I've taken care of everything. He won't have a chance to discover us."
The scholarly voice in the middle confidently said.
"Hyah!"
With the last word, the three of them urged their horses and galloped away.
In the room, the family of three breathed sighs of relief as if they had just escaped from death.
… …
While everyone's attention was focused on the battle at Talas, tens of thousands of warhorses were surging through the darkness from these two places. One of these two factions had entered Suiye while the other had taken a detour around Suiye, traveling through an even more concealed path. Under the stars and the moon, they crossed the Cong Mountains with astonishing speed toward Talas.
Hong long long, the earth trembled, yellow sand filled the sky, and smoke and dust soared into the sky under the stars and moon. Thousands of warhorses were galloping through the dust.
Although the sky was still dark, it was getting closer and closer to daybreak.
"Prime Minister, Whitestone Ridge isn't far up ahead. It's only fifty to sixty li from Talas."
The hooves of the warhorse were as heavy as thunder. A strong warhorse galloped against the army and stopped in front of a tall and slender figure with a respectful expression.
In front of him, three tall figures stood side by side. The slender figure in the middle was dressed in a scholarly robe and had a graceful bearing. However, the most impressive thing about him was his long and narrow eyes, which radiated a brilliant light and revealed infinite wisdom and sharpness, as if he could see through all the secrets of the world. If one looked carefully, this was the Dalun Ruozan who had walked out of the prison of the Ouzan Royal Capital, washed clean of all impurities.
Now that Dalun Ruozan had taken off his prisoner's clothes and put on his scholarly robe once more, he lost some of the elegance and handsomeness of the 'Dalun Ruozan' of the southwest and gained the firmness and composure of someone who had survived a storm. Next to his saddle was a white cloth bag, the handle of a white fan poking out of it. The fan was rather old, but from its shape, it was the feather fan that he always carried with him.
From the moment he entered the prison, Dalun Ruozan had put away this feather fan and replaced it with an azure sword.
"Buzz!"
Dalun Ruozan made a gesture with his hand, and the army immediately stopped. To his left and right, Huoshu Huizang and Dusong Mangpoje focused their gazes on Dalun Ruozan.
"Bring the map!"
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