Chapter 630: The Decisive Battle! Burning the Granaries! (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

”Pass on my order! We must pay any price! Commit all the soldiers!

”Commit the execution squad and battle supervisors as well! No matter how big of a price, we can't let that bastard re-establish the formation!”

……

At the very end, Dalun Ruozan was almost panicked in his bellows.

Dalun Ruozan had always been known as elegant, well-learned, and composed. He couldn't even remember the last time he had been forced to take such steps. But in a critical moment like this, against an opponent like Wang Chong, he found it impossible to not worry.

Against an opponent on Wang Chong's level, the smallest mistake might lead the entire situation to be reversed.

And Dalun Ruozan had no desire to lose this way.

Gallop!

Horses rushed off, leaving thick trails of dust in their wake. With Dalun Ruozan's orders, the entire Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army began to press up to the summit. By now, more than seventy percent of the steel walls on the mountain had been dismantled.

The Annan Protectorate army now posed a far smaller threat to the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army.

”Archers, fire!”

Whether Dalun Ruozan or Geluofeng were willing or unwilling, these archers that Wang Chong had so stubbornly kept in the center of the army, using the arrows that had been gathered from the mountain or been crafted by Zhang Shouzhi's craftsmen, now played a most vital role in the battle.

Thwishthwishthwish!

The thick volley of arrows dropped down from the sky, descending on the southeast face in a critical node of the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army. Like a line of dominoes, this point of chaos quickly expanded, throwing the state of the entire army into turmoil. In the end, it succeeded in upsetting the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang offensive.

This was the best chance for the Annan Protectorate army.

Boom!

The entire mountain quaked as the much-constricted Myriad Stars Formation of the Annan Protectorate army once more rumbled to life. Although it was on a much smaller scale, it was just right for the restricted confines of the summit, allowing this slaughtering formation so famous in Wang Chong's last life to once more display its terrifying power.

Countless Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang soldiers were falling, and the casualties of Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang were several times greater than the Great Tang casualties. The constant warnings from the Stone of Destiny in Wang Chong's mind were gradually beginning to slow. But the Annan Protectorate army was still in an awful situation.

”Young Master, are we really not retreating?”

On the summit, Old Eagle's face was covered in worry. The Annan Protectorate army had once more displayed a tremendous fighting power, with each Tang death requiring a payment of seven or eight Mengshe–Ü-Tsang soldiers.

But if this situation continued, the best outcome was still both sides coming away defeated. The Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army might up end up heavily injured, but the Annan Protectorate army would end up fighting to the last man.

Old Eagle wasn't afraid of death, and he had no regrets dying here with the tens of thousands of soldiers of the Annan Protectorate army. But Wang Chong absolutely could not be allowed to die here.

Wang Chong possessed a talent for command that surpassed all other generals, with the war of the southwest serving as the best introduction.

Wang Chong had already amply proved himself in front of renowned generals of the southwest like Huoshu Huicang and Dalun Ruozan. He had used one hundred thousand soldiers to contend against their five hundred thousand soldiers, a good portion of the enemy army even being made up of potent cavalry. Not even Dalun Ruozan could have pulled off such a feat.

Purely in terms of his grasp of the art of war, not even Dalun Ruozan might be able to compare.

In the future, Wang Chong's talent would allow him to become the hope of the Great Tang, a general who would strike fear into the rest of the world. No matter what, he could not be allowed to die here.

Old Eagle slightly lowered his head, a glint in his eyes. He had hidden a hand in his sleeve, accumulating energy. Wang Chong wasn't focused on him at all, so Old Eagle planned to knock Wang Chong unconscious and drag him away if the situation turned sour and Wang Chong still refused to leave.

”We still haven't lost, not yet… The Tibetans and Mengshe Zhao haven't won. We still have a chance to win!”

A voice entered his ear. Old Eagle looked down at the cross-legged Wang Chong seated beneath the banner, a stupefied look on his face.

”Young Master, what are you saying?”

At this stage in the battle, Old Eagle had no idea how the Annan Protectorate army could still win. All the tricks had been used, all the cards shown. Everything had been placed on the table, and Old Eagle truly couldn't see where the Annan Protectorate army could extract victory.

But Wang Chong had never lied, especially at moments like this.

”We still have a chance; we must have a chance…” Wang Chong said, his head slowly looking toward the south, his eyes brightly shining. The Great Tang had still not lost, nor had the Annan Protectorate army. Only Wang Chong knew that the southwest still had one sliver of hope, the last sliver of hope.

”I've already arranged for everything. It all depends on you now…”

Wang Chong looked to the south and spoke so softly that only he himself could hear his words.

Wang Chong had written out all his plans in the silk bag, but he had no idea if that person could arrive at the battlefield on time.

”Everyone's lives are in your hands. Right now, I can only hope that you'll be able to get here…”