The Human Emperor Chapter 471: Southwest Bad News!
Chapter 471
Glanced across the heavy, Er'hai and the vast forests of the southwest, almost shortly after Xianyu Zhongtong led 180,000 elites ** set off ——
"set off! ——"
A scream of exhaustion shattered through the sky. On the southwestern land, a middle-aged man with a handsome figure and a black mustache and a handsome male, wearing a flat sky crown and an imperial robe, suddenly raised his head. With the golden sword in his hand, waves of mountains and sea like Aura rose from the sky.
hōng lōng lōng!
The whole earth seemed to suddenly wake up from a long sleep, and suddenly trembled violently, making bursts of hōng lōng lōng.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill! ——"
...
Majestic killing qi is condensed into reality and rises into the sky, stirring up the anime sky like a tide. On the vast ground, I saw the vast Mengshe Polity warrior with his perseverance, wrapped in thousands or black or white War Aura, like the most turbulent steel torrent, continuously advancing toward the distant Great Tang Annan Protectorate General The direction was surging.
The sound of rumbling drums rang through the world, the sky and dark clouds rolled, and the southwestern land, which calmed for more than ten years, finally started fighting again.
...
Oh!
A sledgehammer swung down heavily and hit the red soldering iron. Mars shot at once, and the sound of golden iron was almost tearing the eardrum.
Well, then the huge hammer hammer kept swinging down, one, two, three times, thousands of times, and the swinging hammer also changed from one to thousands!
On the huge U-Tsang Plateau, the flames are burning, the smoke is billowing, thousands of short and powerful U-Tsang blacksmiths ** are holding their arms, and they are waving the hammer constantly on this Plateau with an altitude of 4-5 kilometers, Armour, swords, U-shaped horseshoes, arrow clusters, and various weapons are exercised in the open air around the clock.
Sweat comes out of the pulp, and the continuous weapons are continuously trained from the hands of these U-Tsang blacksmiths in this scattered way.
U-Tsang's weapon forging is not as developed as Central Plains, and it is not as efficient. But none of the weapons refined on this Plateau dare to underestimate, because they use the most primitive and most direct way-"thousands of hammers"!
U-Tsang's armor does not have any artistic beauty, let alone any technical content, but their armor is indeed the most solid, strongest, and also the thickest and most durable armor in the world!
—— The weight of a U-Tsang Cavalry armor is far more than the weight of Great Tang, Eastern and Western Turkic, Goguryeo, or Caliphate, Charax Spasinu Cavalry.
This also makes it difficult for ordinary weapons and ordinary attacks to cause damage to Cavalry of U-Tsang!
The U-Tsang armor is time-consuming and laborious, but it also makes the U-Tsang armor last the longest in all ordinary armors.
This long-lasting armor training has begun from already a long time ago. Now, on the vast Plateau, the hordes of weapons and armors are piled together. It has long been like a mountain like a sea, which constitutes an extremely large area on this vast land. Spectacular scene!
Wow!
Across the open sky, the feathers vibrate, and a white flying pigeon like snow flies down through smoke and Mars. Above the ground, a white-dressed and ground-like, confucian scholar looks, looks like a very old-fashioned middle-aged scribe rises his head, and let the pigeon do it.
"Ha Ha Ha, Huoshu, finally started!"
Dalun Ruozan smiled slightly, and flicked his fingers to bounce out the stationery in his hand. A thin stationery came to his hand, and flew out like lightning, like a sharp blade.
Oh!
Not far away, U-Tsang Empire Ngari Royal Faction Great General Huoshu Guicang is standing in front of a bunch of hill-like U-Tsang weapons, seeing the stationery flying over, throwing away the weapon in his hand, the ape arm is comfortable, and easily receives it.
"Ge Luofeng is here again to invite us to send troops ..."
Huoshu Guicang couldn't be surprised after reading the stationery in his hand.
"Hey, this is the third one!"
Dalun Ruozan smiled slightly, and a sarcasm smiled from the corner of his mouth. Since the return of Mengshe Polity, Ge Luofeng has kept sending letters asking for U-Tsang Empire to send troops. The two major Empires formed an alliance, but both were blocked by Dalun Ruozan.
"Want to return to him?"
Huoshu Guicang turned his head and said indifferently.
"No need!"
Dalun Ruozan waved his hand and sneered:
"It's already that should be said. Mengshe Polity wants to win the support of our U-Tsang, so let's do it yourself!"
"The world already has been in peace for decades. Is the current Great Tang as strong as before ... Mengshe Polity is the best touchstone! If Great Tang wins, it will be easy to destroy Mengshe Polity, then the timing is not mature yet Our plan needs to be postponed. "
"But what if Great Tang loses ..."
"Then that means ... this is the time for our U-Tsang!"
Concerning the last sentence, Dalun Ruozan slowly raised his head, glanced across the mountains and rivers, and looked far southwest of Great Tang.
From the towering U-Tsang Plateau, the distant smoke and dust can be seen, and two steel Great Army are rushing towards each other.
"Maybe it's time for our U-Tsang!"
Daqin Ruozan passed a thought in his mind, his eyes gradually became cold.
Either Mengshe Polity Empire or Great Tang are not U-Tsang opponents after all. In this war in the southwest, U-Tsang Empire will be the final winner!
...
As time goes by, Wang Chong is in calculation every day about the war situation in the southwest. In the war of the year, although Wang Chong was not a participant, it was a witness, and everything was clearly remembered.
"already has changed in the future, and the war between Great Tang and Mengshe Polity has been advanced by at least half a year. Now it is only expected that the development process of this war will also change."
Wang Chong secretly thought, full of worry.
Although the dark prison is isolated from the world and no outside news can be heard, Wang Chong can feel it from the atmosphere of the dark prison. This southwestern war has attracted the attention of the entire Great Tang.
The air is filled with a burning scent!
And Wang Chong is more anxious inside than anyone else. However, Wang Chong has been unable to go out. The pressure from Honglu Temple and Dali Temple seems to be much stronger than imagined.
A few days later, just when Wang Chong was about to hold back, a figure appeared in the dark cell, not Big Uncle Wang Chong, but Great Tang's King Song.
"His Royal Highness!"
Wang Chong was staggered. For a moment, a very bad feeling came to my heart.
"Wang Chong, I have very bad news for you!"
Across the fence, the face of King Song is very ugly:
"Great Tang lost! Xianyu Zhongtong lost ..."
"What? !!!"
Boom, as if a thunder splattered, Wang Chong Huo stood up from the ground and opened his mouth blankly, the whole person was shocked.
How is that possible!
At that moment, Wang Chong's thoughts were chaotic, and his heart was in a stormy sea.