Chapter 790: The Last Battle! (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep35

Edited by: Michyrr

”Lord Marquis, the Tibetans are about to attack again!”

Everyone behind the steel walls became nervous as they heard the distant yak horns blare. This attack had come faster than any of them had expected.

And all of them could hear something different in those horns. This battle would definitely be more dangerous and fraught with tension than the ones previous.

”Don't get nervous! I have everything planned out!”

Wang Chong solemnly looked forward, his body unmoving.

Dusong Mangpoje was going to move, and Wang Chong was keenly aware that he was absolutely no match for this Ü-Tsang Great General, not even with the Karmic Battle Armor.

Dusong Mangpoje was a transcendent expert on the same level as Zhangchou Jianqiong, Geshu Han, and Fumeng Lingcha. He simply wasn't prepared to fight with an expert of this level.

Rumble!

Like a flash of lightning, a massive black war banner was suddenly thrust into the air, bearing the image of a silver-white eagle. In front of this banner was a slender figure riding a stalwart divine steed of the Great Snow Mountain, a demonic god appearing before all of them.

He wasn't a very tall man, but he exuded an aura as vast as the seas that could make anyone feel tiny and meek.

Dusong Mangpoje!

Even at this distance, Wang Chong immediately recognized the Ü-Tsang Great General he had met in the capital.

Time seemed to grind to a halt.

A second seemed to drag on for countless years, and then the earth quaked. Countless Tibetan warriors charged out behind Dusong Mangpoje, a black flood of steel washing over the earth.

”Kiiill!”

As thousands of Tibetans howled with all their might, the waves of sound were like a massive explosion, stirring a fierce gale that surged toward the triangular gap.

This formidable momentum caused even the heavens to lose their color, and all the Tang paled at this sight.

”Lord Marquis!”

They all turned to look at Wang Chong. At this moment, only Wang Chong could soothe the army and guide them in the right direction.

”Do everything as before. All craftsmen should remain in the fortress. Everyone else, mount your horses and wait for my signal!”

Wang Chong's voice was indifferent and devoid of emotion, but it was precisely this voice that made everyone find their backbone and calm down.

Rumble!

The rumbling intensified as the hooves thundered, the Tibetan cavalry picking up speed as they closed the distance.

Tens of thousands of soldiers charging as one, led on by a Great General like Dusong Mangpoje—this enormous pressure was enough to make anyone shrink back in fear.

Fourteen hundred zhang, thirteen hundred zhang, twelve hundred zhang!

Clang!

A massive golden Halo of Thorns appeared beneath Dusong Mangpoje's divine steed, radiating like a brilliant sun and expanding to every Tibetan horseman, even Dayan Mangban's White Braves.

The Tibetan cavalry grew even stronger, their strength swelling to astonishing heights.

In comparison, Wang Chong's fortifications on the triangular gap were like rocks in the face of a massive wave, in danger of being shattered at any moment.

”All soldiers, withdraw!”

In a flash, a loud voice resounded across the skies. The thousands of Wushang Cavalry instantly turned around and flowed like a stream into the small fortress in the rear.

This sudden change left all the Tibetans dumbstruck, and even Dusong Mangpoje momentarily paused.

After getting used to Wang Chong's vigorous and fearless charges in the face of any number of opponents, even Dusong Mangpoje was surprised to see Wang Chong 'flee'.

”It seems like he's a little smart, but since you've already offended me, isn't it a little too late to flee?”

Dusong Mangpoje faintly smiled as he urged his horse to go even faster.

No matter what Wang Chong thought, the moment he stepped onto the plateau and built these fortifications, he had already placed himself in a perilous situation.

And when Fumeng Lingcha left, this rising star of the Great Tang, this young military genius, was foreordained to fall here.

”All soldiers, charge! Those who retreat will be executed!”

Dusong Mangpoje's order further invigorated his army.