Chapter 471: Bad News From the Southwest!

Chapter four hundred and seventy first

His eyes flicked over many lands, over the rushing Erhai Lake and the vast forest in the southwest, almost shortly after Xianyu Zhongtong led the 180,000 elites to set off

"Set off!"

A hoarse shout pierced the sky, and on the southwestern land, a handsome middle-aged man with a handsome figure and a black mustache, wearing a flat sky crown and an emperor's robe, suddenly raised the gold in his hand. A yellow sword, a majestic breath like mountains and seas rose from him to the sky.

Rumble!

The whole earth seemed to wake up suddenly from a long deep sleep, and suddenly shook violently, sending out bursts of rumbling noises.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

...

Bursts of majestic murderous aura condensed into substance, soaring into the sky, stirring up the sky like a sea tide. On the vast land, there are boundless Mengshezhao warriors clad in strong and sharp clothes, surrounded by thousands of black or white halos of war, like the most turbulent torrent of steel, they are constantly advancing towards the distant land. The direction of the Annan Protectorate of the Tang Dynasty surged away.

The sound of rumbling drums resounded throughout the sky, and dark clouds rolled in the sky. The southwest land, which had been quiet for more than ten years, finally started fighting again.

...

Bang!

A sledgehammer swung down heavily and hit the hot red soldering iron. Sparks shot out in an instant, and the ear-piercing sound of gold and iron almost tore people's eardrums.

Keng Keng Keng, then the huge hammer was swung down continuously, once, twice, three times, thousands of times, and the number of swaying hammers also changed from one to tens of thousands!

On the huge Uzbek Plateau, flames are raging and thick smoke is billowing. Thousands of short and thin Uzbek blacksmiths are waving their hammers non-stop on this plateau at an altitude of four to five kilometers. Day and night in the open air, he practiced armor, swords, U-shaped horseshoes, arrow clusters and various weapons.

Sweat poured out like slurry, and a steady stream of weapons were continuously tempered by these U-Tsang blacksmiths in this scattered way.

Uzang's weapon forging was not as developed and efficient as in the Central Plains. But no one dares to underestimate the weapons tempered on this plateau.

Because they use the most primitive and direct way of "hardened and tried"!

Uzang's armor does not have any artistic beauty, let alone any technical content, but their armor is indeed the most solid, strongest, thickest, and most durable armor in the world!

The weight of armor on a Uzbekistan cavalry far exceeds that of Tang, Eastern and Western Turks, Goguryeo, or Dashi and Tiaozhi cavalry.

This also makes it difficult for ordinary weapons and ordinary attacks to cause damage to the Uzang cavalry!

It is time-consuming and labor-intensive to create U-Tsang armor, but it also makes U-Tsang armor last the longest among all common armors.

This protracted armor training has started long ago. Now, on the vast and endless plateau, hordes of weapons and armors are piled together, which has long been like mountains and seas, forming an extremely spectacular scene on this vast land. !

Crash!

Above the empty and high sky, with its wings vibrating, a flying pigeon as white as snow flew down from above through the thick smoke and sparks. Above the ground, a middle-aged scholar in white clothes reaching the ground, with the appearance of a Confucian scholar, raised his head and let the pigeon land on his hands.

"Hahaha, Huoshu, it's finally started!"

Da Lun Ruozan smiled slightly, flicked his finger, and flicked out the letter in his hand. When a thin piece of letter paper came into his hand, it flew out like a sharp knife like lightning.

Bang!

Not far away, Huo Shu Guizang, the general of the Uzang Empire's Ali King, was standing in front of a pile of Uzang weapons like a hill. When he saw the letter paper flying over, he threw away the weapon in his hand with a clang, and stretched his arms. , easily took over.

"Ge Luofeng has come to invite us to send troops again..."

After Huo Shu Guizang read the letter in his hand, he said without any surprise.

"Hehehe, this is the third letter!"

Da Lun Ruozan smiled slightly, with a sarcasm at the corner of his mouth. From the time Meng Shezhao returned, Ge Luofeng kept sending letters, requesting the Uzang Empire to send troops, and the two empires formed an alliance, but Da Lun Ruozan blocked them all.

"Do you want him back?"

Huo Shu Guizang turned his head and said indifferently.

"No need!"

Da Lun Ruozan waved his hands and sneered:

"All that needs to be said has been said. If Meng Shezhao wants to win the support of us, Wu Sizang, he should come and vote for it himself!"

"The world has been peaceful for decades. Is the current Tang Dynasty still as powerful as before... Mengshe Zhao is the best touchstone! If Datang wins and destroys Mengshe Zhao with ease, then it means that the timing is still too late." Immature, our plan needs to be postponed later.”

"But what if Datang loses..."

"That means... now is our U-Tsang era!"

Speaking of the last sentence, Da Lun Ruozan slowly raised his head, his eyes swept across the mountains and rivers, and looked towards the distant southwest of Datang.

From the towering Uzang Plateau, one can faintly see billowing smoke and dust in the distance, and two steel armies are rushing towards each other.

"Perhaps, now is the time for our U-Tsang!"

A thought flashed across Daqin Ruozan's mind, and his eyes gradually became cold.

Whether it is the Mengshezhao Empire or the Tang Dynasty, they are no match for Uzang after all. In this southwest war, the Uzbek Empire will be the final winner!

...

As time passed day by day, Wang Chong was calculating the situation of the war in the Southwest every day. Although Wang Chong was not a participant in the war that year, he was a witness and he remembered everything clearly.

"The future has changed. The war between Datang and Mengshezhao has been advanced at least half a year. Now I only hope that the development process of this war will also change accordingly."

Wang Chong secretly said, full of anxiety.

Although the dark prison was isolated from the outside world and could not hear outside news, Wang Chong could feel from the atmosphere of the dark prison that this war in the southwest had attracted the attention of the entire Tang Dynasty.

There is a burning smell in the air!

And Wang Chong was more anxious than anyone else. However, Wang Chong was unable to go out for a long time. The pressure from Honglu Temple and Dali Temple seems to be far stronger than imagined.

A few days later, just when Wang Chong was about to be unable to hold back, a figure appeared in the dark prison. It was not Uncle Wang Chong, but His Royal Highness King Song of the Tang Dynasty.

"Your Highness!"

Wang Chong was stunned, and in an instant, a very bad feeling came to his heart.

"Wang Chong, I have very bad news for you!"

Through the fence, King Song's expression was very ugly:

"Datang lost! Xianyu Zhongtong lost..."

"What?!!"

Bang, as if a thunderbolt fell, Wang Chong stood up from the ground, opened his mouth blankly, and was shocked.

How can it be!

At that moment, Wang Chong's thoughts were messed up, and his heart was full of turmoil.