Chapter 753: First Battle! II (1/2)
Chapter 753: First Battle! (II)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
”Ready!”
With a shout, Wang Chong finally unleashed his 'Halo of Dusk Stallion'. With a metal clattering, a dark-black halo tinged with red rapidly expanded under Wang Chong's feet, spreading to all the Wushang Cavalry.
Buffed by the Halo of Dusk Stallion, the already formidable Wushang Cavalry instantly became even stronger, their strength, speed, and dexterity all receiving massive boosts.
But this was only the beginning. Buzz! A second Halo of Dusk Stallion emerged from Wang Chong's body to cover the army, and then a third!
The Halo of Dusk Stallion had also grown stronger after the journey to the southwest. As Wang Chong's cultivation level rose from the True Martial realm to the Imperial Martial realm, the halos had increased from one to three.
Three Halos of Dusk Stallion pushed the power of the Wushang Cavalry to an inconceivable level. Most frightening of all was that the five thousand Turkic warhorses seemed to break through some sort of threshold. They shot through the air like they were flying, leaving blurs behind them.
The Wushang Cavalry were currently traveling at double the maximum speed of a normal warhorse.
”Ah!”
As if sensing this change, the Tibetan army began to cry out in alarm.
”What's going on?!”
”How could they be so fast!”
”How did these Tang do it? How could they have such fast horses?”
The Tibetan highland steeds grew up on the plateau and were blessed with a muscular physique, a powerful endurance, and a frightening charge. They were why Ü-Tsang could contend against the Great Tang and intimidate the kingdoms of the Western Regions.
To the Tibetans, the highland steeds definitely ranked amongst the best warhorses in the world. But the Tang, who did not breed warhorses and did not have any good pastures, somehow had warhorses even faster than theirs.
”Ready!”
Just when the Tibetans were falling into minor turmoil, a dignified, calm, and resounding voice echoed through the skies. At this moment, only one person had been able to maintain their calm: the commanding general of Zhangzhung Recruit Training Camp, Dayan Pugyal.
His face of steely determination showed no flicker of emotion. From start to finish, his gaze had been locked on the distant Wang Chong.
As the commanding general of Zhangzhung Recruit Training Camp, Dayan Pugyal knew the military systems of the surrounding countries like the back of his hand, including Great Tang's. At a glance, he could tell that the youth in the very center was the leader of the Tang army.
Dayan Pugyal did not recall there being such a young cavalry general in the vicinity of Longxi, but there was another person who seemed to match this youth's appearance. However, at a time like this, his exact identity was not important.
”Echelon Formation! Concentrated charge!”
Dayan Pugyal and his red horse stood in the center of the army, and as he waved his sword, the twenty-seven thousand Tibetans shifted.
The speed of the army did not undergo any change, but the soldiers began to separate into layer after layer and close around the center. In the blink of an eye, the training camp cavalry had formed into the famed Tibetan Echelon Formation.
Eight hundred zhang, seven hundred zhang, six hundred zhang…
As the distance grew smaller and smaller, the killing intent grew denser and denser. On the flat plateau, both Tibetan and Wushang could see the individual pieces of armor on their foes, the hairs in the manes of their horses, even the breath coming from their mouths.
Five hundred zhang, four hundred zhang, three hundred zhang…
The air was growing tenser and tenser, and each person felt like the blood in their body was about to freeze. Everyone was looking forward, their eyes locked on their foes.
Two hundred zhang, one hundred zhang, fifty zhang!
”Kill!”
All the soldiers, whether Tibetan or Wushang, raised their weapons and gave a heaven-shattering roar.
At this moment, the atmosphere was saturated with killing intent. For the Tibetans and Wushang, fifty zhang was a distance that could be covered in mere seconds.
This distance was continuing to shrink. Thirty zhang, twenty zhang, ten zhang…
Rumble!
With an earth-shaking boom, the five thousand Wushang Cavalry clashed against the twenty-seven thousand Tibetans in Echelon Formation like two massive beasts ramming into each other.
At this moment, the whinnies of warhorses, the crashes and thuds, the clashing of swords and scimitars, and the screams from soldiers on both sides mixed into a single din.
Surprisingly, the valiant Tibetans lasted for only a few moments before the five thousand Wushang punched through the first echelon.
All the Tibetan cavalry in front of the Wushang were cut down, the warriors cleaved in two. In this land far from the Central Plains, Wang Chong's five thousand Wushang Cavalry debuted their oppressive and crushing strength.
Many of the Tibetan cavalry failed to get close before being cut in two by the peerlessly sharp edges of the Halo of Dusk Stallion.