Chapter 1067: Above the Peak of Saint Martial! (1/2)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
”Chong-er, you command things on the military side. We'll take care of the experts.”
The Demonic Emperor Old Man looked ahead, his eyes sparkling with sharp light. Just by raising his finger, he shot thousands of bolts of energy like sharp arrows into the fleeing Arab cavalry. Bangbangbang! In a series of explosions, a large group of Arab cavalry was blown several hundred feet away.
”Kiiiill!”
On the Great Tang side, the soldiers were rapidly building momentum. The sixty thousand elite reinforcements were sweeping forward with the original Tang army and mercenaries. In an instant, the Arabs were in total retreat, fleeing even faster from the Tang. Only after pursuing for a very long distance did the Great Tang side finally call off the chase.
……
”Bastard! Abu Muslim, who let you signal for the soldiers to retreat!?”
Both armies had withdrawn, but things were far from settled on the Arab side. Beneath the four black banners, the golden-armored Qutaybah was fiercely glaring at Abu Muslim, radiating anger.
Qutaybah had always been the most bellicose and pugnacious person in Arabia. But just when he had been prepared to fight the Demonic Emperor Old Man, Abu Muslim had sounded the horn for retreat. This was absolutely unacceptable to Qutaybah.
Buzz!
As Qutaybah spoke, a cold energy flowed through the air and locked onto Abu Muslim. In a flash, Aybak and Osman became extremely apprehensive.
”Qutaybah, listen to us. We had no ill intentions!” Governor Osman hurriedly said.
”I didn't ask you to open your mouth!”
Qutaybah suddenly shot Osman a glance, those icy eyes instantly causing Osman's heart to chill and his words to die in his mouth.
Although they were all governors, Qutaybah was unquestionably the strongest, and after seeing his terrifying strength that allowed him to fight alone against many, no one dared to fight with this madman.
”Qutaybah, I had no desire to stop you from fighting.”
The only person who remained calm at this time was Abu Muslim. His expression was relaxed and fearless, even before the War God of Arabia.
”Ice three feet thick does not melt in a single day. We will still have opportunities to fight with the Tang. Moreover, if we were just testing their strength, then we've reached our goal. They received many reinforcements, have four Great Generals, and now they have that old man. You had already fought with them for some time, and if they grouped up against you, things might have ended poorly.”
”So, you feel that I couldn't beat him?”
Qutaybah narrowed his eyes as his expression turned colder.
As the War God of Arabia, Qutaybah had never lost in his entire career. Abu Muslim's words were on the verge of breaking one of his taboos.
Buzz!
Qutaybah's words triggered a shift in the air. Qutaybah truly did have an astonishing aura, but Abu Muslim was showing no signs of backing down. One was the Governor of War and the other was the Governor of Iron and Blood. Both were supreme existences of the Arabian Empire.
These two powerful governors in a stand-off beneath the four black war banners made Osman and Aybak extremely uneasy.
”Qutaybah, calm yourself!
”Abu Muslim, don't be rash!”
Aybak was beginning to panic.
The army had come to the east to deal with the Tang at Talas, but if the situation continued to develop in this fashion, the four hundred thousand Arab soldiers might fall into internal strife.
”That was not my meaning. But, Qutaybah, do not forget our objective in this eastern conquest. His Majesty the Caliph has decreed for us to pacify and unite the entire eastern world!” Abu Muslim sternly said.
He was not like Qutaybah, who was almost intoxicated in the ecstasy of constantly defeating powerful opponents and crushing Great Generals beneath his feet.
Abu Muslim was more concerned with the strategic objective. This was why he had not withdrawn to Khorasan at the end of the battle, instead remaining in the Black Forest to wait for another opportunity to attack.
All was quiet and still as the temperature beneath the war banners plunged to freezing temperatures.
Qutaybah stared at Abu Muslim, his eyes surging with killing intent. The massive and dreadful God's Might trembled and droned.
Everyone in the area seemed nervous, and Ziyad, standing behind Abu Muslim, even silently moved his right hand to grip the Ocean Ring at his waist.
Gulp!