Chapter 629: The Decisive Battle! Clear-Headed, After the Berserk Madness! (1/2)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Who is it? Who's calling me?
Something seemed to flicker in front of Wang Chong's eyes, and he inadvertently lashed out with his sword. Clang! The clash of metal at his ear jolted Wang Chong awake, dispelling the world of blood that filled Wang Chong's eyes.
The sounds of metal clashing, warhorses neighing, and calls of battle began to enter his ear once more.
Wang Chong opened his eyes and immediately saw a worried, young, and handsome face in front of him.
”Big Brother?!!”
Wang Chong, an incredulous expression on his face, looked in a daze at the worried young man in front of him. The worried and concerned young man who had appeared before him was Wang Chong's oldest brother, Wang Fu.
His face was somewhat pale, and he seemed rather weak.
It was also at this moment that Wang Chong noticed that the sword in his hand was in a fierce clash with the Wootz Steel sword in his big brother's hands. The two were locked in a stalemate.
And his big brother was drenched in blood. He had apparently been injured, with some of the wounds seemingly inflicted by a Wootz Steel sword.
”What's going on here?”
Wang Chong was stupefied. He remembered that he had been charging to the southeast lines, but nothing after that.
”Little Brother, how are you doing now?”
Wang Fu's voice pulled Wang Chong back into reality. Although he appeared calm on the surface, Wang Fu's eyes were filled with concern and anxiety.
”I'm doing okay…”
Wang Chong heaved for breath.
”Do you remember what happened just now?” Wang Fu cautiously probed.
Wang Chong shook his head. He only remembered that he was charging into the gap created by Duan Gequan, but nothing else, much less why he was fighting with his own brother.
”Whew!”
Wang Fu exhaled, his expression clearly relaxing.
”Eldest Young Master, it's okay, he's fine!”
In the back, Old Eagle also gave a long sigh.
Wang Chong saw the cautious expressions on the pair and vaguely began to realize something. But Wang Chong quickly recalled something else. The southeast defense line…
He clearly remembered that before he handed over command to Old Eagle, the southeast defense line had completely collapsed.
”Little Brother, wait a moment. Don't turn your head just yet!”
Wang Fu noticed something, his expression instantly changing as he shouted at Wang Chong, but he was too late.
Hwooom! As Wang Chong turned his head to look at the windswept battlefield, he saw a sight that he would remember for the rest of his life. Starting from his feet, the ground was covered in thousands of corpses, covering the mountain. The bodies of horses and humans, sabers and swords, war banners… the sight extended as far as the eye could see, crimson blood flowing from these wan corpses and gushing down the slopes in waterfalls.
In a radius of seven to eight hundred zhang, not a single standing Mengshe Zhao or Ü-Tsang soldier could be seen. All the Mengshe Zhao and Tibetan soldiers were warily watching from the distance, their faces pale as they looked fearfully at him as if he were some sort of demonic god risen from hell.
Wang Chong only needed to turn and glance at them for these brave soldiers to back up in fear.
As his gaze swept over the southeast lines, Wang Chong saw the corpses of Tumi Sangzha, Longqinba, and many more Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang generals.
”Did I really do all this?” Wang Chong muttered to himself, his heart stunned by this sight.
This was a living hell!
Even though he didn't want to believe it, the fact that those Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang soldiers looked at him like he was some demonic god, the thick scent of blood on his body, and the exhaustion he felt despite the exuberant blood energy within his body made Wang Chong gradually begin to understand.
”Little Brother, don't think about it too much. This is war.”
Wang Fu walked up from behind him and added, ”And this war is still far from over!”
Wang Fu was correct. Although Wang Chong had managed to rely on his own strength to reverse the tides of battle and salvage the southeast defense line, pushing back the tide of Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang soldiers, the war was still far from its conclusion.
Of the Myriad Stars Formation's eight defensive lines, Wang Chong had only saved the southeast defensive line, only altering the local situation. Although he had killed more than ten thousand soldiers in his madness, in comparison to the more than two hundred thousand Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang soldiers that remained, this was not nearly enough.
The southwest, northwest, northeast, north, west, south… these areas were still engaged in fierce combat.
And on the mountain, his father Wang Yan's Mighty Miracle God was still battling with Huoshu Huicang's Vairocana Buddha, and Xianyu Zhongtong's Vajra God was battling with Duan Gequan's two-headed, four-armed demon god.
By driving the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang soldiers away from the southeast line, Wang Chong had driven them to charge to the other defensive lines.
”Little Brother, everyone still needs you. The Great Tang still needs you!”
Wang Fu looked at Wang Chong, a sense of deep anticipation in his eyes.
He had only awoken from his coma a short while ago. To speak truthfully, that Wang Chong had managed to bring the army to this stage and have it hold out for so long left him deeply astonished!