Chapter 934: Predicting the Enemy IV (1/2)
Chapter 934: Predicting the Enemy (IV)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
”Wonderful!”
Abu Sangji's heart was bubbling with excitement. As of this moment, his troops had currently destroyed more than four hundred Tang ballistae, an almost unthinkable harvest. It had to be noted that a ballista force of this size was easily capable of vanquishing five to six thousand Tibetan cavalry in a single volley. If they were allowed to continue exerting their power on the battlefield, the losses would be unimaginable.
A price must be paid for a result. If we can destroy the Tang ballistae, it doesn't even matter if all of us die! Abu Sangji quietly said to himself, showing no pity for the slain Tibetans.
Night raids had always been risky operations in which there was a chance of no return. Those who survived were lucky while those who died were reasonable losses. The crucial point was achieving the strategic objective.
”Get ready, retreat!”
More and more Tang soldiers were showing up, and each ballista was now heavily guarded. In this situation, it was now very difficult to destroy a ballista, so Abu Sangji gave the order to retreat without hesitation. Bang! In a twinkling, Abu Sangji had charged twenty steps, the golden Stellar Energy of the Saint Martial realm exploding around him. ”Aaaah!” Thirty-some Tang soldiers screamed as they were thrown into the air, bleeding copiously from the heavy wounds Abu Sangji had inflicted on them.
”Run!”
Abu Sangji turned his head and shouted at the surrounded Tibetan cavalry. After doing this, he made a flying leap, stealing a Tang warhorse and immediately charging east, out of the second defense line.
Abu Sangji could already see that the gate of Talas had opened and that the Vice Protector-General of the Anxi Protectorate army, Cheng Qianli, was riding toward him. Cheng Qianli was a peak Brigadier General and one of the strongest men in the entire Tang army, meaning that Abu Sangji was no match for him. Even if Abu Sangji wanted to squeeze a little more out of this night raid, he was now compelled to retreat.
His reaction was very fast, and in mere moments, he and his stolen warhorse had ridden through the gap between the walls.
”All soldiers, hear my order! Do not delay, and retreat as quickly as possible!” Abu Sangji bellowed. This raid had turned out much better than he expected, with nearly five hundred ballistae destroyed. If they repeated this raid a few more times, the Tang ballistae would be finished. All that was needed was to return back to camp to achieve total success.
”Hyah!”
Abu Sangji poured all his Saint Martial Stellar Energy into the horse, galloping into the dark night at a breathtaking speed. Ten zhang, twenty zhang—Abu Sangji broke away from the battle in the blink of an eye. When he was around sixty meters from the second defense line, on the verge of completely getting away, he suddenly spotted a figure.
This figure was tall and slender. He was quietly standing in the night wind, his hair blowing in the breeze. He exuded an air of ease and confidence, of farsightedness that had a grasp over the entire situation. More importantly, when Abu Sangji saw him, he suddenly had a strange feeling that this man had predicted his escape route and had been waiting for him!
”Who goes there?!”
Abu Sangji's eyes widened as he called out in surprise.
”Haha, the one who is going to kill you!”
A gentle chuckle came out of the darkness, bursting with the vigor of youth. Bang! Before Abu Sangji could react, the images of a sun and moon suddenly sprang from the slender figure's shoulders, bizarre to the extreme. In an instant, Abu Sangji felt an intense danger.
”Mabo Fist of the Sun!”
Abu Sangji immediately used his most powerful technique. His body immediately exploded with an exuberant golden light that made Abu Sangji appear as a god. At this moment, Abu Sangji was bright and blazing, a sun forged from gold and steel, and in the middle of the sun was an enormous and majestic mountain range.
The Great Mabo Mountain!
This was the Demon Mother Mountain of the Ü-Tsang Empire, said in Tibetan myths to be the manifestation of the Great Demon Mother. Unlike the other Royal Lineages, the people of the Yarlung Royal Lineage worshiped the Mother of All Demons, the Great Demon Mother, and the Mabo Fist of the Sun was one of the strongest techniques of the Yarlung Royal Lineage.
Boom!
Abu Sangji and his horse were a blazing meteor shooting toward that figure, but at this moment, Abu Sangji heard a chuckle at his ear.
”Great Yinyang Heaven Creation Art!”
Boom! Sixty meters from the second defense line, in the night sky, the two figures crashed against each other. Time and space seemed to freeze for a brief moment, and then a fierce gale raged, sweeping as far as sixty-some meters, thundering and hammering against the steel walls.
This heaven-shaking battle began with great ferocity, but it ended very quickly. In the blink of an eye, the battle between Saint Martial experts was over.