Chapter 2260 - ?-Tsang Surrenders! (1/2)

Bang!

Upon seeing the army outside, the army within the City of Steel grew restless, all of them preparing for a vicious battle.

The Tibetans were fearless, and it would be an arduous task to push them back.

Just when they were ready to welcome a great battle, a Tang commander noticed something and shouted, “A white flag! They’re raising a white flag!”

On the continent, every country had its own war banner, but ever since the Great Tang’s war with Arabia, due to Wang Chong, everyone had come to understand the special significance of the white war banner.

Surrender!

Perhaps there had been no such custom in the past, but everyone had accepted this by now.

The Tibetans wanted to surrender?

How was that possible!?

The soldiers glanced at each other in confusion. What was Ü-Tsang plotting with this? Trying to make them let down their guard?

Did they want to deceive them into opening the gates?!

But this was not the only thing that left them shocked.

Rumble! The Tibetan army drew closer and closer.

Everyone quickly noticed several dozen powerful Tibetan commanders amidst the Tibetan ranks. But what was most unusual was that they were escorting a prisoner cart.

“What are the Tibetans trying?”

They all looked at each other, confused as to what sort of scheme the Tibetans were attempting.

As the distance shrank and they saw who was in the prisoner cart, everyone paled.

“Dalon Trinling!”

On the walls, Young Master Qingyang, Li Junxian, and all of the Tang and Western Turkic generals were flabbergasted.

The figure in the prisoner cart was none other than that man who had placed so much pressure on their shoulders and had almost taken the City of Steel.

But he was no longer casual and elegant, graceful and handsome. The Dalon Trinling in the prisoner cart was disheveled and filthy, his hands and feet shackled. He presented the perfect picture of a prisoner.

“What are the Tibetans up to? Did they rebel and imprison Dalon Trinling in the hopes of buying a chance at survival for the Ü-Tsang Empire?”

On the walls, the Tang commanders, particularly the generals who had clashed with the Tibetans before, glanced at each other in immense shock.

“You’re all overthinking it. All of this is simply a play put on by our Imperial Minister of Ü-Tsang.” Wang Chong looked in the distance and chuckled as he solved the riddle.

The Tibetans rebelling and imprisoning Dalon Trinling?

How could that be?

This sort of person didn’t exist in Ü-Tsang.

Even the Tsenpo treated Dalon Trinling with great respect, let alone those below him. Anyone who tried anything on Dalon Trinling would probably be torn to shreds before they could even get close.

This was Dalon Trinling’s status in the Ü-Tsang Empire.

“And besides, you’ll know as soon as you look at his hands.”

Wang Chong grinned.

These words caused everyone to turn to Dalon Trinling. Most of them were confused as to what Wang Chong meant.

But Young Master Qingyang and Li Junxian immediately understood.

While Dalon Trinling was in a prisoner cart, the shackles on his hands and feet were not actually linked together, meaning that he still had free movement. Moreover, while his hair was filthy, his face was extremely clean.

All of this was clearly just a performance.

This should be a play Dalon Trinling is putting on specifically for the King of Foreign Lands! Young Master Qingyang mentally commented.

When experts exchanged moves, their blows were difficult to observe. Though these two were meeting for the first time, on the mental plane, they had already fought a few times.

“Come on—follow me!”

Wang Chong smiled as he floated down from the walls and toward the surging Tibetan army.

Behind him, Young Master Qingyang, Li Junxian, and Barshad followed.

Rumble!

The city gates opened. This was the first time in this intense war that the Great Tang had voluntarily opened the gates.

Wang Chong rode out with several thousand elite Tang cavalry.

On the other side, the hundreds of thousands of Tibetan soldiers noticed this. When they saw the young commander leading them, these fierce Tibetan soldiers seemed to deflate like a punctured leather ball, their energy plunging.

All of the Tibetan officers slightly dropped their heads, fear in their eyes.

Even Ü-Tsang’s sole remaining Great General, Namri Songtian, felt an invisible pressure weighing on his heart.