Chapter 621: The Decisive Battle! The Final Battle! (1/2)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
”For some reason, I suddenly feel that you're right.”
Huoshu Huicang's eyebrow rose as he looked to the summit.
”If we can't kill him in this battle, this person will become a great trouble for us.”
Dalun Ruozan had once said that even if they had to let the entire Annan Protectorate army go, they had to kill Wang Chong. At the start, Huoshu Huicang had not treated this proposition very seriously, but at this moment, his view of Wang Chong had completely reversed.
In comparison to that callousness and cruelty he had shown just now, his intelligence and mastery of the art of war were secondary. Even Huoshu Huicang had been deeply affected by this display.
If this person were allowed to mature and receive official power, he was certain to be a mortal affliction that could threaten the livelihood of the Ü-Tsang Empire, an existence on par with Wang Zhongsi and Su Zhengchen.
”Since this is the case, we can't let him leave alive,” Dalun Ruozan said, a cold glint in his eyes.
”Young Master Wang, there is no benefit in further chatter. Let us meet on the battlefield.”
With these final words, Dalun Ruozan waved his feather fan. The chariot quickly turned around and vanished into the dense ranks of the army.
Meanwhile, Geluofeng and Duan Gequan stood together, both giving a profound glance at the summit before following Dalun Ruozan.
”Prepare for battle.”
On the summit, Wang Chong coldly watched Dalun Ruozan and Geluofeng vanish. With a wave of his sleeve, he headed back.
Bong bong!!
As the drums began to thunder, the atmosphere suddenly turned tense. The Great Tang, the Tibetans, and the Mengshe Zhao all began to exude a fierce fighting intent.
This battle was bound to be extremely cruel, and many people were bound to fall on this mountain, never to rise again.
This was a battle for survival.
No one could retreat, and everyone had to fight for themselves!
……
”It's finally begun.”
In the center of the vast Mengshe Zhao army, a pair of eyes hidden in the shadows quietly watched the summit.
”Gequan, it will depend on you.”
Geluofeng turned to that stalwart figure beside him, hope and anticipation in his eyes.
”Others might be able to lose, but our Mengshe Zhao cannot. The Tibetans have already been defeated, so we can only rely on ourselves.”
The plague had completely disordered Dalun Ruozan's mind, but Geluofeng had not said this in front of Dalun Ruozan. Mengshe Zhao had nowhere to go and had already paid a great price of many soldiers. If they had to retreat in defeat, Mengshe Zhao would never be able to recover from the setback.
This was a price that no one could bear!
Neither Geluofeng nor Duan Gequan felt it possible to back out from this battle.
”This battle truly was my blunder. I didn't think that the child from the Wang Clan would be this formidable. But be at ease, Your Majesty—I have already grasped that child's weakness. Everything has already been arranged. No matter what, that child will never be able to leave alive. The history of the Annan Protectorate army will come to a close today.”
Duan Gequan's voice was very soft, so soft that anyone who was just a little far away wouldn't be able to hear a word.
”Gequan, I pass the fate of Mengshe Zhao to you. We believe in you!”
Geluofeng patted Duan Gequan on the shoulder and left.
……
Bwoooom!
The rows of yak horns began to blare. The earth began to rumble at this signal to attack, the tens of thousands of Mengshe Zhao soldiers and Tibetan cavalry charging toward the mountain in a great wave.
Unlike the first time, everyone knew what they were facing, and they knew what fate awaited them. With nowhere else to go, everyone was putting in their all.
”Kiiiill!”
No one knew who gave the first roar, but thousands quickly followed, the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army unleashing a fierce shout that could tear down mountains and sunder the earth.
”Get ready!”
On the mountain, the outermost perimeter of the Tang lines began to raise their large shields, the cold light of the sun reflecting off them. The sixty thousand soldiers began to move according to some set rule, and a somber energy began to rise.
Although the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army, numbering three hundred thousand soldiers, still far outnumbered the sixty thousand Tang soldiers, the Annan Protectorate army gave off the feeling of a most cold and terrifying machine.
This machine had already ground two hundred thousand soldiers to death, and it was about to kill even more.
This was Wang Chong's Myriad Stars Formation!
Boom!
Countless Mengshe Zhao and Tibetan warriors charged in from every direction. There was no attempt to test the defenses, no vanguard. The Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army had committed its entire force from the very start.
”Kill! We've already torn down half their walls! If we reach the summit, their loss will be assured.”
”Don't be afraid. We outnumber them, and they've basically used up all their ballista bolts and arrows.”
”White Elephant Corps, forward! Break their defenses and we win!”
”Carry out a combined assault and tear down their steel walls! Make a path for the Tibetan cavalry!”