Chapter 756: Dayan Mangbans Rage! (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Buzz!

Wang Chong sat on his horse, watching as the Tibetans crumbled and fled. He quickly looked away, closing his eyes to cultivate.

The blood energy within him was roiling. He had absorbed at least half of Dayan Pugyal's Stellar Energy, and this was Saint Martial Stellar Energy, so he would need seven to eight minutes to fully absorb it and make it his own.

The energy of the Saint Martial realm truly is formidable. Even just being able to kill a Saint Martial realm expert like Dayan Pugyal makes this raid worth it.

As Wang Chong closed his eyes, his mind was at work.

Dayan Pugyal had still been too careless. He had been overconfident in his martial arts but had no understanding of who he was facing. In that era of the great calamity in which many martial arts were mixed together to a high degree, there were far too many methods to deal with powerful commanders on the battlefield.

The 'Cutting Formation' was one of these.

Using the strength of five thousand Wushang Cavalry to bring Dayan Pugyal's Stellar Energy to its lowest and then killing him in a single stroke was a classic example of using the Cutting Formation to kill a powerful foe.

If it had been one of Wang Chong's future opponents, they would naturally know how to use their forces to stop the Cutting Formation, but Dayan Pugyal had had no awareness of this, much less even paid attention to what the Wushang Cavalry were doing. For him to end up dead wasn't surprising at all.

……

”Ah!”

”Don't kill me!”

”I'm willing to surrender!”

Panicked and fearful cries in Tibetan could be heard, but only Wang Chong could understand what they were saying.

Screams filled the air and the stench of blood grew thicker and thicker…

Wang Chong remained unmoving, his eyes closed as he pushed the Halo of Dusk Stallion to its limit. His heart was utterly unaffected by those screams.

These Tibetan recruits of Zhangzhung would eventually become the fiercest and most savage warriors of the plateau, nightmares for the surrounding countries, including the Great Tang.

If his heart was soft now, then in the future, thousands of Great Tang civilians would become ghosts under their iron hooves, so Wang Chong felt no pity.

The galloping of horses and the shouts of soldiers fighting and chasing were interspersed by gusts of wind blowing across the steppe. All throughout, Wang Chong remained where he was. Gradually, the sounds of fighting began to grow softer and softer until they became inaudible.

”Reporting!”

A galloping horse approached, its rider dismounting and kneeling before Wang Chong.

”Lord Marquis, the battle is over. All the Tibetans have been wiped out, with only a few managing to scatter and escape. Lord Xu has already brought some soldiers to pursue them. Does Lord Marquis wish to send more?”

”There's no need!”

Wang Chong waved his hand and opened his eyes.

”Give the signal for withdrawal. Tell General Li and the others to gather the army and get ready to leave.”

Dayan Pugyal had been killed and his goal had been achieved. The remaining Tibetan warriors who had fled would only serve as the ideal heralds for his exploits.

This was not the first time the Great Tang had ascended to the Tibetan Plateau, and it would not be the last. Dayan Pugyal and his twenty thousand recruits of Zhangzhung Recruit Training Camp would serve as the best warning for the Ü-Tsang Empire. In the future, they would understand that any sort of aggression toward the Great Tang would be biting off more than they could chew, and would only invite the frenzied vengeance of the Great Tang.

”Yes!”

Receiving his orders, the rider quickly mounted his warhorse and left. A few moments later, a horn blared and the five thousand Wushang Cavalry swiftly gathered together. Behind them, stretching into the distance, mountains of corpses and streams of blood fertilized the earth. The corpses of Tibetans and highland steeds could be seen everywhere amidst fallen scimitars and broken black war banners.

Thick smoke and the light of fire could be seen in the distance: the blazing Zhangzhung Training Camp. In a single day, this massive training camp of great fame had become nothing.

”Hyah!”

After one last glance, Wang Chong waved his hand and brought his soldiers away from the Tibetan Plateau, leaving on the path they had arrived on.

The grass on the plateau swayed in the wind, with the corpses and the thick stench of blood serving as the only remaining witnesses to this battle.

Around six hours after Wang Chong's forces had left, the earth began to quake under a stampede of hooves as a large army approached.

”Aaaaah!”

The ruins of Zhangzhung Training Camp, the thousands of dead recruits, and the bodies of the seven thousand red-armored Qinghai Soldiers made the leading Tibetan general raise his head to the heavens and bellow in fury.