Chapter 535: Turning Point! The First Victory! (1/2)
Chapter 535: Turning Point! The First Victory!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
”Wang Yan, these are only the struggles of a trapped beast. The Great Tang is no longer the Great Tang of the past. The southwest is already the world of Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang. You can struggle all you want today, but when the Great General arrives, the only thing that awaits you is death!” Fengjiayi's voice resounded through the heavens.
Even while facing the combined attacks of experts like Wang Yan and Old Eagle, Fengjiayi could still barely put up a resistance.
”There's no need for Crown Prince to waste your breath. Whether the Great Tang is not the Great Tang of the past is not something the Crown Prince of Mengshe Zhao can decide.”
Wang Yan's voice was cold, hard, and indifferent. Even someone as capable as Fengjiayi found it difficult to use words to create any flaws in Wang Yan's defense.
”Hmph, still so stubborn even when death is at hand. Even if you manage to escape today's disaster, so what? We're just a meager vanguard, not even worth mentioning when compared to the main army behind us. The lands of the southwest are rather flat, and for a very long time, none of you will be able to see any high mountains and large rivers. Even if you escape for a moment, can you escape forever? I don't believe that your two legs can run faster than four legs!”
Fengjiayi's sword was moving like lightning and the storm of Sword Qi was still howling around him. Although the effects were not great, Fengjiayi had clearly not given up on mentally beating down the Annan Protectorate army.
”Since you're so confident, why did you pursue us so doggedly? When did the Crown Prince of Mengshe Zhao start fighting with his mouth instead of martial arts?” Wang Chong coldly sneered on the side.
Buzz!
Wang Chong's words immediately caused the atmosphere on the mountain to change. A pair of bone-chilling eyes pierced through the curtains of rain and locked onto Wang Chong. At some point, Fengjiayi had shed his disguise, allowing Wang Chong to get a good look at the true appearance of this renowned Crown Prince of Mengshe Zhao for the first time.
This crown prince was twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. His face was exceedingly handsome and his skin was astonishingly white, even more than that of the nobles in the capital, and he exuded a princely aura from every pore of his body. However, unlike the princes of the imperial household, Fengjiayi was covered in an aggressive air.
Just glancing at the true appearance of Fengjiayi, unobscured by armor, would make someone feel extremely uncomfortable and unwilling to approach him, and this wasn't even considering the rest of his qualities.
If the son is like this, his father probably is much the same. The Six Zhao of Erhai in the southwest are definitely a massive problem for the Great Tang. By spoiling a child, the Imperial Court ended up nurturing a tiger! Wang Chong quietly said to himself.
Signs that the southwest would rebel had been evident for a long time, and while Wang Chong didn't understand how to read faces or feel bones, he could tell that Fengjiayi was not a good person.
”Brat, no matter who you are or where you learned the art of war, you won't be able to escape the southwest alive!”
Fengjiayi's icy voice rumbled like peals of thunder as he announced Wang Chong's fate.
Whoosh!
Sword Qi flew through the air. While speaking, Fengjiayi managed to make a tiny opening while matching blows with Wang Yan, through which he sent several streams of Sword Qi out of his fingers and toward Wang Chong. This was so fast that not even Wang Yan had expected it.
It was clear that Fengjiayi's murderous intent toward Wang Chong was not merely in his words.
Purely in terms of how much Fengjiayi wanted to kill them, Wang Chong ranked even higher than his own father, Wang Yan.
Thudthud!
To Fengjiayi's surprise, all his blows struck only the earth. Wang Chong had easily dodged these blows, not even using the Single Character Consecutive Slash or Phantom Steps.
To use Sword Qi in front of me is truly laughable. Even the Crown Prince of Mengshe Zhao can't do anything with that.
Wang Chong inwardly grinned.
At Wang Chong's current level of strength, in close-quarters combat, he wasn't even a match for Fengjiayi's fingers. But if Fengjiayi insisted on using Sword Qi and perception, Wang Chong's expertise, to fight against him… well, to speak frankly, as long as Fengjiayi didn't fight up close, Wang Chong really didn't think much of him.
In battles involving tens of thousands of soldiers, one person's martial arts had never been critical. No matter how powerful Fengjiayi and Jiaosiluo were, if they thought that they could change anything with just their strength alone, then they were far too naive.
While Fengjiayi and Jiaosiluo were playing heroes, Wang Chong was playing a game of strategy and tactics.
The two sides weren't on the same level.
”All generals, hear my order! Hold down Fengjiayi and Jiaosiluo. Old Eagle, has our army arrived yet?”
Wang Chong slid down the mud of the summit, retreating ten-some zhang to make some distance between him and Fengjiayi. At the same time, he raised King Song's token in his right hand and spoke in a resounding voice.
”Milord, they're here!”
Old Eagle's voice buzzed with a metallic resonance. In transforming into the Six-Armed Ksitigarbha Vajra Guardian, even his voice seemed to have been affected.
Boom!
”Kiiiill!”
Thunder rumbled overhead, and at the same time, an earth-shaking howl rose from below. Although they had been slow in coming, the ten thousand troops led by Commandants Xu Shiping and Xu Andun had still made a timely arrival. Although the rain blurred the view from the summit, one could clearly see a new force appear behind the Tibetan and Mengshe Zhao armies.
”Careful! Careful!”
”It's another Tang army!”
”Careful about the rear, ah!”
”It's not the Annan Protectorate army! Why is there another army? Wasn't the Great Tang supposed to be out of soldiers?”
”Form a defensive line, and pay attention to the rear!”
……
Panicked Tibetan voices mixed together with the clang of metal and the neighs of horses into a din that managed to even drown out the rain. It took only a few moments for the army led by Xu Shiping and Xu Andun to thrust into the Tibetan army.
Although there was no Wang Chong, Li Siye, or Old Eagle to help them hold the line, Xu Shiping and Xu Andun were still veteran officers who couldn't fail to notice the opportunity. The Tibetans were already facing the massive pressure from the Annan Protectorate army, and with the arrival of another Tang army of ten thousand from behind, they instantly fell into chaos.
”Congratulations to user for killing 41344 Tibetan cavalry!”
”Congratulations to user for killing 43517 Tibetan cavalry!”
”Congratulations to user for killing 44166 Tibetan cavalry!”
……
A string of messages cascaded through Wang Chong's mind in a downpour. A single clash had instantly inflicted four thousand losses on the Tibetans, and the situation was continuing to worsen. In the art of war, to be attacked from both the front and rear was one of an army's greatest fears.
The Tibetans were in a complete rout now. The battle was settled, and not even Fengjiayi and Jiaosiluo at their most powerful would be capable of altering the result.
”Damn it, damn it!”
Fengjiayi listened to the screams behind, his eyes going red with madness.