"Buzz!"
Wang Fu's brow rose when he heard Wang Chong's final words: 'The superior party attacks the schemes, and the superior party attacks the mind'. The Wang Clan was a clan of ministers and generals, and it possessed a deep and profound knowledge. Wang Fu knew all about the art of war and strategy. But his little brother would occasionally say something like this, and Wang Fu had no recollection of it even after searching his mind.
"… Right now, whether Dalun Ruozan is willing or not, he has to move!"
Wang Chong confidently said.
Abu Muslim and Dalun Ruozan were both top-class generals. The former had been able to force Gao Xianzhi into desperate straits, and there was no need to speak of the latter. Against these two, one needed to use all their strength and not be the slightest bit careless. But as the War Saint of the Central Plains, Wang Chong still had a way to seize the initiative and seize the initiative.
There was a saying in the art of war: 'Encircle the enemy ten times, attack five times, divide the enemy ten times, and fight the enemy ten times.' If one didn't have as many soldiers as the enemy and had nowhere to retreat to, the best method was to rely on fortifications and force the enemy to attack. In a siege, the defending side would always have the fewest soldiers and the greatest advantage.
And now, Wang Chong was urging Dalun Ruozan to strike.
… …
"This is an open scheme. He's not afraid that we won't fall for it, much less that we won't go. If we don't want to be completely divided and controlled, we have to attack! "
On the distant hills, Dalun Ruozan looked down at the three Imperial Great Generals as he slowly spoke. In many matters, he and Wang Chong were not enemies, but allies. Wang Chong knew what he was thinking, and he also knew what Wang Chong was thinking.
This was a scheme without a scheme!
A true scheme was one in which, even if the enemy saw through it, they would still be helpless and could only follow your plan.
"… However, our forces are all here. When the three parties converged, they had a total of 400,000 soldiers and horses, which was far more than the Tang dynasty. There was no reason to delay. Send a signal to the Abbasid Caliphate. Prepare to attack. This time, our three empires will work together to destroy all the soldiers of the Tang dynasty in the Western Regions! … This is also an overt plot! "
At the end, Dalun Ruozan sneered, and his eyes shone with a cold light.
The Abbasid Caliphate, the Western Turkic Khaganate, and the Ouzan Empire — the three oldest and oldest empires of the Western Regions — had finally gathered to deal with the newcomer, the Tang Dynasty.
Completely uprooting the roots of the Tang dynasty in the Western Regions once and for all was also the only opportunity for the Ouzan Empire to defeat the Tang dynasty in Dalun Ruozan's plan.
"Wu!"
Dalun Ruozan swung down his arm, and to the east of the City of Talas, the ancient and resounding yak horn resounded through the world. It was different from any previous war horn. The sound of this horn had a unique rhythm, like some kind of signal.
… …
"Alright, the Ouzan has sent a signal!"
At almost the same time, on the western side of Talas, the Abbasid Governor of the East Abu Muslim slowly stood up from his seat, his eyes bursting with a light that made even the sun and moon lose their luster.
"Khaled!"
"Your subordinate is here!"
A rough and loud voice, like that of a savage beast, came from the side. With this voice, an enormous shadow appeared, engulfing Abu Muslim and the ten-some Arabian soldiers around him.
In the light of the rising sun in the east, one could clearly see that this was a fierce Arab general, at least 2.7 meters tall, even larger than the Invincible Great General Li Siye. His body was as thick and muscular as an iron pillar, and just by standing there, the earth seemed to sink a little.
When this person stood in front of Abu Muslim, even the sun in the east seemed to be blocked out. And this giant of a man made the muscular Arabian soldiers around him seem like children in comparison.
In a flash, all the Arabian soldiers raised their heads to see that enormous figure and began to retreat in fear, as if they had encountered a savage beast.
The Beast of Arabia, Khaled!
Of all the Arab generals in the east, he was the most brutal, ferocious, bloodthirsty, warlike, and most terrifying existence. This was a humanoid Behemoth that had been born to fight and kill.
During the expansion of the Arabian Empire, the Beast of Arabia Khaled had set a record of fighting for three days and three nights in the conquest of Khorasan, killing as many people as he could. At the end of the conquest of Khorasan, he was the only one left to fight.
But it was this man's savagery and viciousness that had defeated the last remnants of Khorasan's army. This savagery and viciousness had utterly crushed their will to fight, causing Khorasan to calm down.
Khaled's physical strength, tenacity, tenacity, savagery, and savagery were all things that no other Arab general could compare to.
This Beast of Arabia was a bloodthirsty beast. Once he was released, he had to come back for blood!
"Take your Iron Beast Army and kill the Tang Dynasty. I need you to completely destroy their defense line! "
Abu Muslim said.
Even in front of Khaled, the aura of the Governor of Iron and Blood was as vast as the sun and moon, impossible to suppress.
"Yes, Milord!"
The Arabian Beast Khaled's eyes shone with savagery and savagery as he turned his head to stare at the Tang defense line, which was still roiling with smoke and flames.
Roooar!
Khaled looked to the east and gave a heaven-shaking roar. In a flash, a fiendish and murderous force of Arab cavalry, clearly taller and larger than the other Arab soldiers, stood out from the more than two hundred thousand Arab soldiers like a crane in a flock of chickens.
In the middle of this army, a black steed more than nine feet tall, twice the size of the other warhorses, neighed as it charged out of the formation and galloped to Khaled's side.
"Boom!"
Khaled did not say a word. His eyes flashed as he jumped onto the black divine chariot and sped away.
Abu Muslim stood in the rear of the army, watching Khaled disappear into the distance. He quickly looked away and waved his hand.
"Give the signal to the Ouzan and the Western Turks. Have the army move out!"
Bong!
With Abu Muslim's order, war drums began to thunder from the direction of the Arabian Empire. These drums were extremely heavy and heavy, with three long beats and two short beats. They were completely different from normal war drums. Thumping could be heard through the battlefield in the center of the City of Talas to the distant hills to the east.
"Prime Minister, the Arabs have received the signal!"
An Ouzan general turned to Dalon Trinling.
Dalon Trinling grunted and nodded.
"I see it."
Rumble! On the other side of the Tang Dynasty army, to the west of the City of Talas, the Arab army that had been slowly advancing suddenly picked up its pace. If their advance had been like the crawl of a snail, it was now like the galloping of a ferocious beast. The entire region of Talas was like a small boat in a storm, fiercely shuddering.
"Marquis, the Arabs are attacking!"
Within the two steel defense lines, Xue Qianjun suddenly turned his head to Wang Chong, a nervous look in his eyes.
Talas, which had been quiet for so long since yesterday, had once more begun to stir with the clouds of war. The wind was vast and mighty, and the airflow was surging. Everyone could only hear a series of dense, heavy war drums in their ears. And when the more than two hundred thousand cavalry suddenly began to move, they began to move with a momentum that could topple mountains and overturn the earth, placing an enormous pressure on everyone.
The atmosphere of war instantly became ten times, one hundred times more intense!
"I understand."
Wang Chong indifferently said, his words silencing Xue Qianjun. Xue Qianjun turned his head and saw that Wang Chong's hair was blown about in the fierce winds. Amidst the flickering light, Wang Chong's expression was resolute, composed, and unperturbed. Xue Qianjun felt like an invisible energy had been injected into his mind, and he silently turned around to stand guard at Wang Chong's side.
The battle had begun!
"Dalun Ruozan, it's your turn!"
Wang Chong looked to the east, a bright light in his eyes.
… …
"Move out!"
At almost the same time, on the hills, Dalun Ruozan's eyes flashed with cold light as he gave the order to attack.
Rumble! On the eastern side of the battlefield, tens of thousands of Tibetan and Western Turkic soldiers surged down from the rolling hills like a dam had been breached!
At that moment, heaven and earth were silent. Not a single sound could be heard. The entire world was silent, and only the sound of the warhorses could be heard!
The Arabs, Ouzan, and Turks all chose to attack at the same time. The three sides added up to a total of more than 400,000 elite soldiers. Facing an opponent of only slightly more than 100,000, they did not hesitate to choose the simplest, crudest, and most direct method. Attack!
Gallop!
The hooves of the warhorses thundered from both the east and west sides of the battlefield, each step seemingly stomping on the hearts of the Tang soldiers. More than four hundred thousand soldiers and horses came roaring from all directions like a raging wave.
The winds howled and the warhorses howled. As the warhorses approached, the tense atmosphere on the battlefield of Talas began to multiply!
But in front of the City of Talas, between the two steel walls, all was quiet. The tens of thousands of Qixi soldiers were tensed up, all of them tightly gripping their weapons, the veins on the back of their hands bulging as they nervously stared forward.
The more than one hundred thousand soldiers were silent, but the tension was suffocating!
"Ready!"
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