Chapter 584: The Decisive Battle! The King of Black Iron! (1/2)
Chapter 584: The Decisive Battle! The King of Black Iron!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
In terms of pure strength, Tumi Sangzha couldn't compare to Longqinba, but he was not one bit inferior to Jiaosiluo, and in terms of valor, he even surpassed Jiaosiluo.
Fengjiayi had once attempted to interact with him, but this person didn't even respond, making it very hard to communicate with him.
Jiaosiluo once said that although Huoshu Huicang might not be able to control many people, as the Ngari Royal Lineage's Great General, he has the right to choose subordinates… The Five Tiger Generals were the people he had chosen, so as long as they remained, Huoshu Huicang had no right to choose any new subordinates.
But now that most of the Five Tiger Generals have either died or been injured in battle, he must have chosen this Tumi Sangzha! Fengjiayi said to himself.
Clang!
While Fengjiayi was attempting to guess at Tumi Sangzha's strength, the person in question was sitting erect on his horse, the clanging of metal rising from his dantian. With this sound, a massive black Halo of Thorns began to spread to his soldiers.
This was not the Halo of Fortress that the Tibetans specialized in, but a powerful, purely offensive halo!
Immediately afterward, Tumi Sangzha stretched out his arms behind him and slowly unsheathed two curved scimitars.
”Attack!”
Rumble! Warhorses charged forward, Tumi Sangzha immediately taking the lead. Thousands of Tibetan cavalry howled and followed like a tide of black steel. Under the cover of the rain of massive fireballs, they thundered toward the mountain.
”Kiiiill!”
Behind him, the Tibetan cavalry swiftly began to take formation: one echelon, two echelons, three echelons… hundreds of echelons, aimed at the gaps between the steel walls, charged toward the summit.
This time, there were no Mengshe Zhao soldiers on the mountain, no Tang shieldmen holding the line, nothing to stop the hooves of the Tibetan mounts.
”The victor is king while the loser is plundered! Those who retreat will die!”
Tumi Sangzha's killing intent soared to the heavens as he led his forces charging toward the mountain.
”Kiiiill!”
”Kiiiill!”
”Kiiiill!”
……
Under the thick rain of fireballs and the sea of fire enveloping the mountain, the Annan Protectorate army was so suppressed that it couldn't even raise a head. At this moment, the army led by Tumi Sangzha was a knife fiercely thrust into the Tang.
Although Wang Chong had nearly one hundred thousand soldiers on the mountain, none of them were capable of showing their power at this time.
Let's see how the Tang deal with this!
Geluofeng, Duan Gequan, Fengjiayi, Huoshu Huicang, Longqinba, and all the other generals of the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army were watching the mountain. The first probe had concluded, so it was now time for the real battle to begin.
Although the Annan Protectorate army was commanded by Wang Yan and Xianyu Zhongtong, everyone knew by now that the true threat to the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army came solely from that youth standing on the summit.
”Aim all the fireballs at the middle of the mountain. Divide the front from the rear so that the Tang can't send any troops.
”Kill all the Tang troops from the middle of the mountain and down, and then deal with the army at the summit!
”I wonder, what will that boy do next?”
……
In the rear of the army, where the large siege weapons towered over the earth, Dalun Ruozan stood, his gaze focused on the distant Wang Chong. He had already discussed all the offensive plans with Huoshu Huicang last night.
One wave of attacks after another, like the ceaseless tide, would persist until no more Tang soldiers remained. Only when the last of their foes in the southwest were wiped out would it stop.
This plan was not his, nor was it Huoshu Huicang's. It was the crystallization of their combined wisdom, Huoshu Huicang's military tactics coupled with his schemes… This was the mutual understanding the pair had shared for a very long time now.
Long ago, the two had relied on these methods to suppress the wildly ambitious Zhangchou Jianqiong and his 180,000 Annan Protectorate army elites. Now that Zhangchou Jianqiong had moved to the capital, their target had changed to that teenager, that immature boy.
Fifty zhang, thirty zhang… the Tibetan force was getting closer and closer, yet there was no sign of activity from the mountain.
When the Tibetan army was only twenty zhang from the mountain…
Boom!