Chapter 515: Leaping Dragon Spear! The Strength of the Profound Martial Realm! (1/2)

”Haha, only by knowing yourself and knowing your enemy can you never be defeated! Ü-Tsang has always harbored evil intentions toward the Great Tang, and it even sent their First Prince to the capital to sound things out. That I know Tibetan shouldn't be that strange, should it?”

Wang Chong smiled as his right hand pressed his sword against Bachicheng's chest.

In the southwest war, Bachicheng had played a critical role. Even among the Tibetan generals, he was one of the best. Wang Chong hadn't expected that he would be using this method to meet this Tibetan Great General that he once could only look up at. In terms of mindset, Bachicheng was definitely outstanding.

For a foreigner like Bachicheng, raised in the uncivilized plateau that didn't place much emphasis on strategy, to be able to grasp the strategies of the Central Plains and use them to this level was already rather surprising.

Alas, he had encountered the War Saint, and his efforts were like trying to teach a fish how to swim.

”Hahaha, good, what a good use of 'only by knowing yourself and knowing your enemy can you never be defeated'!”

At Wang Chong's words, Bachicheng's eyes seemed to flash with a very queer light.

”In this battle, I truly underestimated you. I didn't think that a brat like you who still stank of his mother's milk would be such an accomplished strategist! But don't get too smug. The news of our defeat here will quickly reach the Erhai plains. The Great General will quickly lead the army north, and the only thing awaiting you will be death!”

Bachicheng's eyes glimmered with a vicious smile, and his expression was cruel and callous.

He had never feared death, and the people of Ü-Tsang were never ones to sacrifice themselves in vain. Even though this army managed to kill them, they would still eventually accompany him in death.

”Haha, are you talking about this?”

Wang Chong grinned, his gaze turning up to the sky.

Phweet!

On the side, Old Eagle stuck two fingers in his mouth and let out a sharp whistle. Plop! At almost the same moment, a black silhouette flew past, and something dropped from the sky in front of Bachicheng. From its red and green plumage and sharp claws, it was clearly a vicious gyrfalcon.

But its neck was clearly snapped, and its sharp eyes had turned dim.

Bachicheng instantly paled at the sight of this gyrfalcon.

Gyrfalcons were tyrants of the skies and were capable of hunting down the enemy's messenger birds. Few birds could match them, and even many species of eagle were no match. Bachicheng hadn't expected his enemy to be so formidable that they were even able to kill the gyrfalcons, the pride of Ü-Tsang.

”Hmph, you shouldn't be too happy. It's just a single gyrfalcon. Did you think an army of more than ten thousand only had one gyrfalcon? Just intercepting this one gyrfalcon is meaningless.”

Bachicheng very quickly raised his head in disdain.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The moment Bachicheng finished talking, a rain of gyrfalcons fell around him, smashing into piles of pulp on the ground. These gyrfalcons finally made Bachicheng's callousness and cruelty vanish into nothing.

”Hahaha!”

Bachicheng's ashen complexion of defeat elicited roars of laughter.

”Bachicheng, your thinking is too simple. How can any of you compare to me in hunting down birds?”

Heartily laughing, Old Eagle thrust his right hand into a gray pouch on his belt. Extracting a bunch of rabbit jerky from within, he threw it into the air. Creee! With a burst of shrill cries, dark blurs flew overhead, snatching the jerky that Old Eagle had thrown up and soaring back into the skies. One with particularly sharp eyes might have been able to notice that though these birds were a little on the small side, their mouths and claws were equipped with sharp weapons.

And they worked together as they flew, making them seem like a miniature army.

This was Old Eagle's hunting party!

In the Central Plains, probably no one could compare to Old Eagle in the training of birds. Scouting, sending messages, hunting, camouflage… Old Eagle had trained the birds to fulfill numerous roles. These small hunting birds carried the blood of various fierce birds, and all of them had been personally selected for this role. Old Eagle had used ten-some years and five or six generations to finally achieve success.

Although these birds were no good at scouting and not proficient at bird language or signals, making them incapable of passing on information on the enemy army, they were superb at fighting and could work together. In the air, they were essentially unmatched.

And in order to increase their lethality, Old Eagle had also equipped them with sharp iron claws and beaks, even attaching specially made metal spikes to their wings.

This campaign to the southwest was extremely dangerous, and no one knew if they would come back alive.

Thus, Old Eagle had brought out all the birds he had trained.

”Haha, what do you think? Have anything to say now?”

Wang Chong grinned.

”Hmph, even if you've killed those gyrfalcons, what purpose does it serve? It'll only let you gasp at the brink of death for a few more days.”

Bachicheng simply closed his eyes, waiting for death.

”Just do it. I'll be waiting for all of you down below!”