Chapter 1182: Raid, Arabias Nightmare! (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Storm Stoves!

These were wind-resistant stoves that Zhang Shouzhi had designed, based on the idea that Wang Chong had proposed, and he had only needed half a day to finish them. Almost all twenty thousand of the elites involved in this operation had two of these Storm Stoves. One purpose for them was to differentiate between friend and foe, and the second purpose was to derive warmth from them.

These Storm Stoves were more designed for the warhorses, because the warhorses were far weaker than the twenty thousand elites and had a greater necessity for these furnaces.

”…The eight thousand men the Arabs left to guard the camp have all been eliminated. Lord Marquis, we await further instructions.”

As the Storm Stoves gradually became more distinct, so did Li Siye's muscular figure.

”Have you found the trail of the rest of the Arabs?”

Wang Chong's brow creased as he focused his mind.

”Lord Marquis, our scouts have found their tracks on the western edge. Just as Lord Marquis predicted, the Arabs have begun to retreat, and their formations are in complete disarray. But the deep snow and frozen ground means that they can't get very far,” Li Siye sternly replied.

”Very good!”

Wang Chong nodded, his eyes turning harsh.

”Pass on my order! Pursue with full speed!”

Bang! The White-hoofed Shadow raised its hooves high and stomped, taking off in a flurry of snow. Wang Chong flew forward, leading the army westward in pursuit.

The twenty thousand elites swiftly vanished into the blizzard. In the distance, it was impossible to see the figures of any people, only countless wisps of light blinking in the storm.

The ground was blanketed in snow, making it impossible to recognize anything. In the distance, one could see a group of horsemen tottering through the snow.

This was a group of Arab cavalry that had completely lost track of the main army. The cold temperatures and extreme weather had made them extremely weak, and the bodies of their horses were all covered in a thick layer of frost, making their movements extremely slow.

”Damn! How could such a thing happen! We didn't die to those Tang, but will we end up being suffocated to death by this blizzard?” an Arab captain couldn't help but lament. His face was pale and twisted into an unsightly grimace. Who would have expected an army of hundreds of thousands to be defeated by a blizzard? This was an unprecedented disgrace.

”Ah!”

Suddenly, he heard a faint scream from behind him. This abrupt sound drew in everyone's attention and caused them to look back.

”Mi-Milord… what's that?” an ashen-faced Arab horseman stammered out, his eyes brimming with fear.

”Could it… could it be that those Tang have pursued us?”

An Arab horseman in the back swallowed, his eyes wide with panic.

”Silence! Don't speak such nonsense here!”

The captain at the front immediately cut him off.

”In this sort of extremely cold weather, it's not even possible to tell the direction. The Tang can't have left the city! They can hardly take care of themselves, so how could they pursue us!”

”Hyah!”

At this moment, a shout came from the rear, followed by thundering hooves. A sword whizzed out from the blizzard, sweeping through the air and immediately beheading a horseman at the back of the group.

The head, its eyes wide open, spun in the air and flew seven or eight paces before smacking into the ground in a shower of snow.

Time seemed to stop for a moment, all becoming deathly still. All the Arabs stared in shock at that head, their eyes filled with fear, and also… panic!

”Run!” someone cried out, and time seemed to regain its normal flow, all the Arab horsemen instantly scattering in panic. Even the warhorses under them seemed to be greatly frightened, rearing up on their hind legs and charging off, their rigid and frozen bodies becoming much nimbler.

But no matter how nimble they were, they could not outrun the Tang cavalry.

Buzz!

The air buzzed as an invisible ripple of energy swept through the blizzard. Before the Arab cavalry could get very far, they were caught up in this halo, and then a second, a third… These halos were like shackles, instantly slowing down and weakening the Arab cavalry.

”Kill them!”

”Leave not one alive!”