Chapter 471

His gaze swept over the heavy land, the turbulent Erhai Lake in the southwest and the vast forests, almost not long after Xian Yu Zhongtong set off with 180,000 elites

"Let's go!"

A hoarse shout pierced the sky, and on the southwest land, a middle-aged man with a charming figure, a black beard, and a majestic appearance, wearing a flat crown and an imperial robe, suddenly raised the golden sword in his hand, and a majestic aura like a mountain and a sea rose from him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Thundered!

The whole earth seemed to suddenly awaken from a long slumber, and suddenly shook violently, making a loud rumbling sound.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

......

Bursts of majestic murderous aura condensed like substance, rising into the sky, stirring up the sky like a sea tide. On the vast land, I saw the boundless Mengshezhao soldiers clad in stubbornness, wrapped in thousands of black or white war halos, like the most turbulent steel torrent, constantly advancing yearning, surging towards the direction of the distant Tang Annan Protectorate.

The rumbling drums resounded through the heavens and the earth, the sky, the dark clouds rolled, and the southwest land, which had been calm for more than ten years, finally broke out again.

......

Sonor!

A huge hammer swung down and smashed on the red-hot soldering iron, and in an instant, sparks burst out, and the sound of gold and iron almost tore people's eardrums.

Sonorous, the next huge hammer kept swinging, once, twice, three, thousands, and the giant hammer swinging from one to thousands!

On the huge Uszang Plateau, with flames and thick smoke, thousands of short and sturdy Uszang blacksmiths wielded their arms on this plateau at an altitude of four or five thousand meters, constantly wielding iron hammers and exercising armor, swords, U-shaped horseshoes, arrows and various weapons in the open air day and night.

Sweat poured out, and a steady stream of weapons came from the hands of these Uszang blacksmiths in this scattered way.

The weapon forging of Uszang was not as developed as that of the Central Plains, nor was it as efficient. But the weapons tempered on this plateau are not underestimated, because they use the most primitive and direct way to "temper a thousand times"!

Uszor's armor has no artistic beauty, let alone any technical content, but their armor is indeed the most solid, strong, and at the same time the heaviest and most durable armor in the world!

The weight of the armor on a Uszang cavalry far exceeds the weight of the Tang Dynasty, the Eastern and Western Turks, the Goguryeo, or the Great Food and Tiaozhi cavalry.

This also makes it difficult for ordinary weapons, ordinary attacks, to deal damage to Uszang's cavalry!

Uszzang armor is time-consuming and laborious to craft, but it also makes it the most durable of all normal armors.

This protracted armor training has been started a long time ago, and now, on the vast plateau, groups of weapons and armor are piled up together, and they have long been like mountains and seas, constituting an extremely spectacular scene on this vast land!

Whoa!

High above the sky, wings vibrated and a pigeon as white as snow flew down through the smoke and sparks. Above the ground, a middle-aged scribe in white clothes who touched the ground, looked like a Confucian student, and looked very ancient, raised his head and let the carrier pigeon fall into his hand.

"Hahaha, Fire Tree, it's finally begun!"

Da Tan Ruozan smiled slightly, flicked his fingers, and flicked the letterhead in his hand. A thin piece of letterhead reached his hand, and it flew out like a sharp blade.

Sonor!

Not far away, Huoshu Guizang, the great general of the Ali royal line of the Uszang Empire, was standing in front of a pile of small mountain-like Uszang weapons, and when he saw the letterhead flying over, he threw away the weapon in his hand with a sonorous sound, and the ape's arm was relaxed, and he took it easily.

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

After reading the letterhead in his hand, Huo Shu Guizang said without surprise.

"Hey, hey, hey, this is the third one!"

Da Tan Ruozan smiled slightly, and a sarcastic smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Since the return of Mengshe's edict, Ge Luofeng has been sending letters incessantly, asking the Uszang Empire to send troops and form an alliance between the two empires, but they have all been blocked by Da Zhu Ruozan.

"Do you want to get him back?"

Huoshu Guizang turned his head and said indifferently.

"No need!"

Da Tan Ruozan waved his hand and sneered:

"Everything that needs to be said has been said. If you want to win the support of our Usizang, let's submit your name yourself!"

"The world has been peaceful for decades, is the current Datang still as powerful as before...... If Datang wins and easily destroys Mengshe's edict, then it means that the time is not yet ripe and our plan needs to be postponed. ”

"But what if Datang loses......"

"That means ,...... It's time for us to go to Uszang!"

Speaking of the last sentence, Da Tan Ruozan slowly raised his head, his eyes swept over the mountains and rivers, and looked at the distant southwest of the Tang Dynasty.

From the towering Uszang Plateau, you can faintly see smoke and dust billowing in the distance, and two steel armies are surging towards each other.

"Perhaps, now is the time for us to hide it!"

A thought crossed Daqin Ruozan's mind, and his gaze gradually became cold.

Whether it is the Mengshezhao Empire or the Tang Dynasty, they are not Wu Sizang's opponents after all. In this war in the southwest, the Us-Tibetan Empire will definitely be the final winner!

......

Time passed day by day, and Wang Chong was calculating the war situation in the southwest every day. In the war that year, although Wang Chong was not a participant, he was a witness, and he remembered everything clearly.

"The future has changed, and the war between the Tang Dynasty and Mengshezhao has been advanced by at least half a year. Now it is only expected that the course of this war will also change. ”

Wang Chong said secretly, full of worry.

Although the dark prison is isolated from the world and cannot hear the news from the outside, Wang Chong can feel it from the atmosphere of the dark prison that this war in the southwest has attracted the attention of the entire Tang Dynasty.

There was a burning smell in the air!

And Wang Chong's heart is more anxious than anyone else. It's just that Wang Chong couldn't go out for a long time. The pressure from Honglu Temple and Dali Temple seems to be far more powerful than imagined.

A few days later, just when Wang Chong was about to lose his control, a figure appeared in the dark prison, 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 face was very ugly:

"Datang lost! Xian Yu Zhongtong lost ......"

"What ?!!"

Boom, as if a thunderbolt fell, Wang Chonghuo stood up from the ground, his mouth open in a daze, and the whole person was stunned.

How can it be!

At that moment, Wang Chong's thoughts were messy, and his heart was turbulent.