Chapter 579: The Decisive Battle! The Unspoken Challenge (1/2)
Chapter 579: The Decisive Battle! The Unspoken Challenge
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
”What a pity!”
As Wang Chong watched Longqinba streak down the mountain like a bolt of lightning, he couldn't help but sigh.
”That's right! Truly a pity! If we had managed to delay him for just a little longer, Longqinba wouldn't be able to leave even if he wanted to! Although he didn't react, Huoshu Huicang did!” Luo Ji replied.
”What a waste of an opportunity!”
A voice came from the rear, only around fifty zhang from Wang Chong's group, as a few figures began to emerge. Longqinba had left, so these people no longer needed to conceal their energies. One by one, they began to exude auras as mighty as storms.
Every one of them was at the level of Luo Ji and Lin Wushou. It was clear that these people were some of the highest-ranking generals of the Annan Protectorate army.
The Annan Protectorate army might not have much of anything else, but it was replete with high-ranking generals.
If Longqinba had been just a little slower, these ten-some generals would have joined with Wang Chong and Luo Ji's group, and then together with the thousands of Annan Protectorate army elites in the surroundings, they would have forced Longqinba to remain.
”Kiiiill!”
With the fight over, it was only these heaven-shaking roars that made them realize that a fierce battle was still taking place.
Without Duan Wuzong or Jiaosiluo, and with Longqinba retreating, the remaining Whitestone Corps soldiers and Tibetan cavalry were incapable of stopping the charge of the Annan Protectorate army. Like a receding tide, they retreated back down the mountain.
”Young Master, what should we do now?”
Everyone began to look toward Wang Chong.
”Hmph, Huoshu Huicang wants to retreat, but can he retreat without leaving anything behind?”
Wang Chong was still wearing the Mengshe Zhao armor as he looked down the mountain and sneered. Before retreating, the dense ranks of the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army had gotten almost halfway up the mountain.
Right now, the surface of the mountain was covered with eighty to ninety thousand Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang soldiers.
Wang Chong had already achieved the initial objective of his plan!
If Huoshu Huicang thought that he could have his army retreat in one piece at this time, then he was truly underestimating him.
”Begin the plan. Generals, return to your positions and begin the harvest!”
”Yes, Young Master!”
……
Everyone had complete faith in Wang Chong by now, and each of them swiftly left, even Luo Ji. As for the heavily injured Zhao Wujiang and Xu Shiping, there were people ready to take them elsewhere for recovery.
The slopes were covered in the sounds of fighting, with the charging Great Tang soldiers succeeding in holding down many Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang warriors.
”It's about time!”
Wang Chong coldly laughed as he raised the curtain to the most important part of this battle.
Boom!
Wang Chong raised his right foot high and then smashed it into the ground. For a moment, the entire world seemed to grow quiet, with even time seeming to come to a stop.
As Wang Chong's right foot hit the ground, ripples began to expand across the battlefield.
None of the Great Tang soldiers noticed these ripples, but there was a flash of light beneath the feet of a Mengshe Zhao soldier some one hundred zhang from Wang Chong, the flickering of a milky-white halo. Then there was a second, a third, a fourth… In just a few seconds, all the Whitestone Corps and Tibetan soldiers on the mountain were touched by these ripples.
Without any warning, in the space of a few seconds, the cultivation level of all the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang soldiers on the mountain rapidly dropped several tiers!
”What's going on here?” they all shouted in alarm.
The Mengshe–Ü-Tsang soldiers had been on nearly equal strength with the Annan Protectorate army, but at this moment, their power suddenly dropped several layers in all aspects: strength, speed, dexterity. Even those who were fleeing could feel their speed dropping.
None of them could have ever expected such a thing!
On the other side, all the Great Tang soldiers were energized. Given that they were mortal enemies, they were far too familiar with the soldiers of Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang.
The Annan Protectorate army had immediately noticed the change in the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army.
”Kiiiill!”
A burst of astonishing roars filled the skies as the entire Annan Protectorate army redoubled their efforts. Bangbangbang! One after another, Mengshe Zhao and Tibetan soldiers fell.
These opponents who had once been like violent gods had suddenly become unbearably weak. What was already a losing battle coupled with the sudden drop in strength resulted in close to ten thousand deaths on the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang side in mere moments.
”Flee!”
The rout spread through the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army like the plague, with even the Tibetan cavalry, famed for their valor, falling into complete panic.
”Kill!”
While the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang forces madly fled in the front, the Annan Protectorate army madly pursued from the rear. Corpses covered the ground and rivers of blood flowed.
All this happened without any guidance from Wang Chong.
”Dalun Ruozan, now it's my turn to see what moves you have!”