Chapter 619: The Final Battle! Final Negotiations!
Chapter six hundred and nineteen
"My lord, I understand what you mean. There is always one day when the mountain spring is exhausted, but how much is it? Ten days? One month? Or longer? What if it is exactly ten days, or one month?"
Daqin Ruozan said calmly, but even the herald next to him could feel the tremor in his voice.
Ge Luofeng was silent for a while.
"What a terrible young man!"
Raising his head, looking at the clear water gushing out from the mountain, Ge Luofeng suddenly understood something. This is a kind of showing off, but also a kind of silent pressure. And I have to say, Wang Chong really succeeded.
He can take risks, but Wu Sizang and Meng Shezhao can't afford to wait.
"The Prime Minister is right, we can't afford to wait!"
A voice came from the side, and Duan Gequan's voice set the tone for this matter.
"Woo!"
The sound of ox horns resounded through the sky, and three days later, billowing smoke erupted again at the foot of the mountain. The entire army of Mengshezhao and Uzang surged again.
The dark clouds of war are raging!
This is another battle between Datang and Mengwu, and it is destined to be the last battle. This time, no one has a way out, and this is destined to be an endless battle, fighting to the last pawn, shedding the last blood... a decisive battle!
...
"Boom boom boom!"
On the high mountain, the sound of a war drum that pierced the sky suddenly sounded, followed by two, three, four..., the dense sound of the war drum gradually spread over the entire mountain surface like raindrops, and the sound reached hundreds of miles far.
The cloud of war rose again.
The remaining 60,000 soldiers and horses in the southwest of the entire Tang Dynasty were once again operating like a huge war machine.
At this point in the war in the southwest, whether it is the Annan Protectorate Army, or the troops of Meng Shezhao and U-Tsang, they are all showing deep exhaustion. The strength of both sides is far inferior to that at the beginning.
Datang had a period of deep water flooding experience.
Uzbek, on the other hand, suffers from food shortages.
And the trouble of diarrhea.
But even so, the tense atmosphere between the two sides was much stronger than that of the first day. Whether it is Uzang, Mengshezhao, or Datang, both sides deeply understand that this duel between the three kingdoms in the southwest will come to an end.
There will be no more trials and decisive battles, this will be the best among the three parties! back! one! war!
"My lord, can I ask you a question before we start the battle?"
In front of the Mongolian-Ukrainian coalition army lined up like a wall, two gorgeous golden carriages stood side by side. Daqin Ruozan and Huoshu Guizang stood on one of the two carriages, while Ge Luofeng and Huoshu Guizang stood on the other carriage. Duan Gequan.
Daqin Ruozan and Huoshu Guizang were slightly ahead, while Ge Luofeng and Duan Gequan were slightly behind!
Compared with the beginning, Daqin Ruozan hung down his feather fan, no longer the calmness of the first day, but a little more sincerity and calm. At this point in the battle, both sides had exhausted all kinds of means and abilities, and Daqin Ruozan had nothing to say.
Wang Chong is a qualified opponent!
Moreover, he was a formidable opponent who could be on an equal footing with him, and not inferior to him!
In his heart, Daqin Ruozan had already ignored his age and regarded him as an existence identical to himself!
"Please tell me, my lord!"
On the top of the mountain, Wang Chong stood in front of the flagpole with a calm expression. On his left and right were his father Wang Yan, Xianyu Zhongtong, and other generals of the Tang Dynasty.
In the last decisive battle, all the commanders and high-level generals of the Tang Dynasty stood together and faced off with the high-level generals of Mengwu across the void.
At this point in the battle, everyone has a kind of awareness in their hearts.
A conversation like this will be the last between each other!
"At the age of seventeen, I don't have the military attainments that can reach the level of a young master. All kinds of determination, heart, courage, foresight... are not what people of this age should have. Daqin Ruozan thought he was familiar with the classics, All the classics in the Middle Earth are known and understood, and there are few opponents in this respect. But Daqin Ruozan has never seen the son's art of war."
"Before the decisive battle, you can tell me without hesitation, where did you learn these military techniques?"
Da Qinruo looked up at the mountain and said in a loud voice.
The appearance of Wang Chong, like a comet appearing out of nowhere, just changed the situation in the southwest and dragged a war that must be won for Uzang and Meng Shezhao to this point.
And the art of war he displayed is even more confusing. All kinds of military insight and vision reflected in it are simply unmatched, which makes his body even more like a cloud of fog.
What kind of person can teach such an apprentice? Where did this art of war come from? ...
All of these, Wang Chong's background and the inheritance of the art of war have always been entangled in Daqin Ruozan's heart like a fog. And from the beginning of the war to the end.
Daqin Ruozan didn't expect to get an answer, but unexpectedly the result was unexpected.
"Let me tell you this question."
A rumbling voice came from the side, not Wang Chong but Xianyu Zhongtong.
"Daqin Ruozan, you are the prime minister of Uzang, and you are also a veteran of the Southwest. You should have heard of this name, right?"
"What?"
Daqin Ruozan's heart sank, and countless eyes from all directions looked over with him, looking at Xianyu Zhongtong on the top of the mountain.
"Su Zhengchen of the Tang Dynasty! That is the real master of the prince!"
"Boom!"
Su Zhengchen's three words were like a thunderbolt crashing on the heads of the crowd. Daqin Ruozan, Huoshu Guizang, and Ge Luofeng, the three giants in the southwest, all changed their faces, even Duan Ge's face turned pale, and his body was obvious. Trembling once.
"This is impossible!"
Daqin Ruozan opened his eyes wide and looked towards the top of the mountain in disbelief. This news even far surpassed his concern about the situation in the Southwest.
Su Zhengchen, this is a nightmare-like existence on the Uzbek Plateau, even Daqin Ruozan had heard of this name when he was a child.
If Wang Zhongsi is the God of War in the Tang Dynasty, the existence that everyone on the Uzang Plateau fears, even the King of Tibet fears, then Su Zhengchen is the more terrifying Demon King of Middle Earth!
The horror legend about Su Zhengchen was even handed down along with Wu Sizang's generals from generation to generation. The longer the time passed, the deeper the fear of him became.
That is the source of the deepest nightmare imprint on the Uzbek Plateau, and his story can even be traced back to the Tibetan kings several generations ago.
That is the existence that everyone is talking about, and the mere mention of this name is already disturbing.
"Su Zhengchen died decades ago, where did his apprentice come from?"
Daqin Ruozan's instinctive reaction was not to believe that it was Xianyu Zhongtong who was lying.
"That's right! I've been in the Great Tang capital for nearly ten years. I heard that the Su manor has long since died out, and Su Zhengchen has no descendants at all. The gate there has not been opened for decades. Even the ministers in the court say that Su Zhengchen Already dead, where did Su Zhengchen come from?"
A voice came from the side, and Feng Jiayi was the one who couldn't believe the news the most. He has been a hostage in Beijing since he was a child, and he knows all the secret information in Beijing.
Now that Wang Chong said that he was the descendant of the Great God Su Zhengchen, how could Feng Jiayi believe him.
"Hahaha, Daqin Ruozan, I've already told you the answer you want to know. As for whether you believe it or not, that's up to you. But there is one thing I can tell you. Senior Su is still alive. It's been established."
Xianyu Zhongtong laughed.
He has been sitting in the southwest for a long time, how could he not know the fear of Su Zhengchen by the Uzbek Tibetans, and how could he miss this opportunity to hit the morale of the Uzbek Tibetans?
"...Moreover, Daqin Ruozan, besides Su Zhengchen, senior Su, who else can teach a student like Prince Wang, and who is worthy to be his master?"
There was dead silence at the foot of the mountain, Daqin Ruozan, Huoshu Guizang, Ge Luofeng, and Duan Gequan were all silent.
good!
Wang Chong was only seventeen years old, but his martial arts attainments were already on par with Daqin Ruozan, or even worse. To be his master was really beyond the reach of ordinary people.
But Su Zhengchen was right there. If Wang Chong's master was Su Zhengchen, then everything could be explained.
"Young Master Wang comes from a famous family, Daqin Ruozan admires it. But I have a sentence, I don't know if you would like to hear it?"
Daqin Ruozan on the carriage took two steps forward, and continued.
"If you have anything to say, just say it straight."
Wang Chong smiled slightly.
At this point in the battle, all the cards of both sides have been exhausted, no matter what other plots Daqin Ruozan has, it is useless at this point.
"My son is very talented, and his art of war is far inferior to that of Daqin Ruozan. What's even more rare is that he is still so young. It's a pity that his heart is too vicious. I heard that the Tang Dynasty ruled the country with benevolence and filial piety, and Confucianism advocated courtesy. Aren’t you afraid of retribution in the future?”
Speaking of the last sentence, Daqin Ruozan shrank his pupils, and his eyes burst out with a light of incomparable hatred. When the two countries were at war, Wang Chong dispatched an army to invade the plateau after a detour and spread the plague.
The current Ali royal family is like a hell, full of dead bodies, plagues and deserted tribes, an unprecedented epidemic is spreading on the plateau.
What's more frightening is that this plague is still spreading, and no one knows when it will end.
Wang Chong's viciousness and viciousness, as well as his determination and courage, even Daqin Ruozan was secretly startled. And such a big loss made Daqin Ruozan even more gnashing of teeth, hating him to the bone. It was already very self-restraining for him to persist until this time before speaking out.
Hearing these words, Wang Chong laughed instead.
"Righteousness does not control wealth, compassion does not control soldiers"
Wang Chong only said one sentence.
"As long as we can win this war, what's the point of receiving the retribution from the Prime Minister's mouth?"
Civil servants don't love money, and generals don't hesitate to die. Daqin Ruozan still underestimates him. If it is for safety, comfort, and fame, he will never spend all his wealth and rush thousands of miles to participate in the doomed outnumbered war in the southwest. Come.
When he left the capital, he never thought that he could go back alive. Daqin Ruozan told him about benevolence and righteousness, Confucianism, retribution, what is the meaning to Wang Chong?
If you are a general who helps the people of the country and serves the people of the country, if you cherish the reputation of feathers, how can you be considered a general?
The wind fluttered, and the flag on the long pole was rolled. Wang Chong stood under the flagpole with a dignified expression, without the slightest fear. At this moment, even Daqin Ruozan was captivated by his expression.
He thought about Wang Chong's various reactions, but the only thing he didn't expect was that Wang Chong would be so calm and calm.
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