Bzzt!
"Buzz!"
Masil had been stealthily controlling the two Behemoths to deal with the Tang Dynasty when he suddenly sensed this extremely thick killing intent, and his body involuntarily shivered. He and Wang Chong had been fighting each other from start to finish, but for some reason, Wang Chong now made him feel a deep fear.
But before Masil could understand, boom! Two enormous waves of Psychic Energy howled toward him. Masil didn't even have time to react before the Psychic Energy he had attached to the two Behemoths was pulverized by Wang Chong's Psychic Energy attack.
"Masil, I'll never let you go!"
Wang Chong clenched his teeth, each word so cold that it made one's heart shiver. Bzzt! After taking control of the two Behemoths, Wang Chong launched a final attack on the will Masil had left in the Burning One's body.
Tens of thousands of ripples of this will surged toward Masil.
"No!"
Masil cried out in fear. In his rage, Wang Chong's Psychic Energy was fiercer and sharper than it had ever been. Under the effects of this Psychic Energy, Masil was forced back again and again, his entire body paling. He suddenly felt like a calamity was about to befall him.
And Masil was not the only one facing a calamity. On the ground, the thousands of Arab cavalry were still pursuing the retreating Tang Dynasty soldiers. Their killing intent had been aroused, and all of them were in high spirits, oblivious to what was happening over their heads. No one knew that Wang Chong and Masil, these two powerful Psychic Energy experts, had already begun to exchange blows.
And no one noticed that the two Behemoths that had been acting as the vanguard to crush the Tang Dynasty soldiers had suddenly stiffened and stopped.
"Killkillkill! Leave none alive! "
The Arab commander waved his scimitar, his expression savage as he urged the Behemoths on. Since the beginning, he had killed more than thirty people of the Tang dynasty, including many generals of the Tang dynasty. Under the stimulation of slaughter and death, he became more and more excited and couldn't stop at all.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, a panicked voice came from beside him, accompanied by bursts of commotion.
"Damn bastards, what are you doing? Charge!"
The leading Arab officer was enraged. The Arabs currently held the upper hand, the perfect opportunity to pursue the Tang people, but someone had actually dared to make such a fuss and deliberately disturb the morale of the army. They deserved to be killed! But very quickly, he felt that something was wrong. Even though they heard his orders, the chaos in the army did not stop. Instead, it became more and more intense. The soldiers who were screaming in panic looked up at the sky with pale faces and terrified expressions. It did not seem like they were faking it.
"What's going on?"
The Arab commander subconsciously raised his head in shock, but a moment later, the sky darkened and he saw an enormous foot in the sky, stomping down at him with astonishing speed. The wind howled, and the stench of blood in the air thickened to the extreme.
"The Behemoth?!!"
The Arab officer trembled, his eyes wide with fear. But before he could understand what was going on, the enormous foot stomped down. Boom! The earth trembled, and the Arab officer screamed in fear as he and the surrounding Arab cavalry were pulverized into meat paste, blood gushing out of the Behemoth's foot.
Awooo!
A bestial roar resounded through the air. By the time the white bear raised its foot, the ground was covered in deformed armor and chunks of flesh, making it impossible to tell who they were.
"Run!"
"The general has been killed! The Behemoth has lost control!"
It was like a bucket of cold water had been poured over the battlefield. The Arab cavalry that had been excitedly pursuing the Tang people instantly panicked, their formation falling into disarray as they fled in every direction. However, before they could escape from this white bear that was like a mountain range, in the blink of an eye, rumbling sounds could be heard. Another enormous foot with tremendous force stomped down.
After the white bear, the other Behemoth began to attack the Arabs.
"What's going on here?"
"The Behemoths have gone crazy! They've all gone crazy!"
The assault of the two Behemoths had caused an astonishing reversal on the battlefield. A moment ago, the thousands of Arab cavalry had been excitedly pursuing the Tang people, but a moment later, the Arabs had become the Behemoths' targets. The Arabs had been completely unprepared for this change, and they had instantly suffered grievous losses.
And this was not the only change on the battlefield. While the two Behemoths were attacking the Arabs, several hundred zhang away, the fiery-red Burning One suddenly opened its mouth and unleashed a torrent of scorching lava one hundred meters long at a large group of Arab cavalry.
These Arab cavalry were completely unprepared, and they were instantly incinerated along with their horses. In just a few seconds, all of them had been burned to ash.
The Burning One's flames were like an endless river, sweeping back and forth, and in a few short moments, thousands of Arab cavalry had been caught in its flames. The combined assault of the three Behemoths instantly inflicted grievous casualties on the Arabs. Nine thousand, thirteen thousand, eighteen thousand, twenty-four thousand … Under the assault of the Behemoths, the number of Arab casualties reached an astonishing level, and it was only continuing to climb.
The entire army was in a state of panic, and even Ziyad was at a loss for what to do.
Thirty thousand, thirty-five thousand, forty thousand … the number of Arab casualties on the battlefield continued to increase!
Slap!
In the middle of the army, Burke suddenly slapped a red-robed attendant holding a bone flute in the face. The tremendous force caused half of his face to swell up. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he even spat out a tooth.
"Hurry and take control of the Behemoths! Don't you see how many of us have died? Once Lord Governor returns, I will have His Excellency execute all of you! "
Bakr's face was twisted in rage.
As a famed Arab general, Bakr had conquered many countries, but now, he was leading the Caliph's Behemoths to slaughter the Arab cavalry. Killing one's own people was a disgrace!
"Milord, the Behemoths are only controlled by Lord Masil. We are only assisting him. Only Lord Masil can control the Behemoths."
The red-clothed attendant was trembling with fear, and his face was filled with terror.
"What!"
Bakr was stunned. This answer had far surpassed his expectations. Bang! Bakr punched out, sending Masil's attendant flying to the ground, the immense power of his punch breaking many of his ribs.
"Truly a bunch of trash!"
… …
While the Arabs from top to bottom were thrown into chaos by the attacks of the three Behemoths, the Tang soldiers in the midst of their retreat had a completely different reaction.
"These Behemoths … are attacking their own people!"
The sight of the corpses strewn across the battlefield and the charred corpses of the Arabs left all the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty dumbstruck. All of them had been prepared to fight to the death, but none of them had expected such an astonishing development at the final moment.
"Marquis! It must be Marquis! Marquis is controlling these Behemoths! "
A soldier of the Qixi Protectorate suddenly called out, a look of elation on his face. Although they didn't know what had happened, they instinctively thought of Wang Chong. If there was one person on this battlefield who could reverse the tides and change everything, it had to be Wang Chong!
This was their unshakable conviction.
"Marquis!"
"Marquis!"
"Marquis!"
… …
The panicked Tang Dynasty soldiers who had been retreating eastward quickly stopped and began to cheer. First the Qixi Protectorate army, then the Anxi Protectorate army, the mercenaries of the Western Regions, and the pikemen of Greater and Lesser Balur began to cheer.
"Chong-er, you truly did not disappoint your father!"
At this moment, no one was more gratified than Wang Chong's father, Wang Yan. As he looked at Wang Chong on the giant ape's shoulder, he felt a tinge of heartache, but even more so, pride.
"Pass on my order! Change tactics! Gather the army! Counterattack Arabia! "
Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Yan immediately changed tactics and gathered the army for a counterattack.
"Kill!"
In a few short moments, the infantry under Wang Yan's command had finished assembling. The tens of thousands of Tang Dynasty soldiers, shieldmen at the front, axemen at the back, and cavalry bringing up the rear, formed a clear and distinct formation that was extremely conspicuous on the battlefield. Only Wang Yan, who had a calm and steady combat style and was extremely experienced, would be able to do this in a battlefield where the entire front line was being routed.
The Wang Clan was a clan of ministers and generals, and it had a profound legacy in the art of war. Although Wang Yan's strength was not on the level of Gao Xianzhi's, in terms of experience, he could probably be counted on one's fingers. When tens of thousands of soldiers gathered on the battlefield, especially the infantry formation which had the strongest defense, the morale of the army was immediately boosted. The originally scattered army quickly formed into countless formations, and even the mercenaries who were originally only concerned with escaping stopped in their tracks and formed into rows and rows.
This sudden change left everyone who saw it dumbfounded.
"Impossible! The army is already in such a state of defeat, but they're still able to regroup, and their morale is still so high! As expected, when making enemies with the Tang Dynasty, one has to be careful at all times. One can't let down their guard! "
On the high hills, Huoshu Huizang watched in shock as the Tang army swiftly assembled and began its counterattack.
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