Chapter 1077: A Battle Between Top-Class Armies III (1/2)
Chapter 1077: A Battle Between Top-Class Armies (III)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
”Kiiiiill!”
On another battlefield, behind the more than one thousand Silver Behemoths, countless Arabs suddenly bellowed. An army of soldiers with the symbol of a blood-red saber on their left breast was rapidly approaching the battlefield.
”Milord, it's Abu Muslim's Ironblood Army!”
Before the army could get close, Cheng Qianli spotted it from atop his stalwart horse and his eyes instantly narrowed.
”The Ironblood Army is one of the strongest armies under Abu Muslim's command. There are many soldiers in this army, and I'm afraid that the Divine Martial Army and Divine Prison Army won't have enough men to hold.”
Cheng Qianli turned his head to Gao Xianzhi.
The Ironblood Army and the Iron Wall Army could be said to be fated foes. Both of their names even had the word 'Iron' in them, as if to symbolize that no matter how far away Gao Xianzhi and Abu Muslim were from each other, they were destined to have a decisive battle. In the end, only one of them would reign over the lands between Samarkand and the Cong Mountains.
In the more than two months of intense battle, many of the soldiers of the Iron Wall Army had died to the Ironblood Army, and many of the Ironblood Army had died to the Iron Wall Army. The conflict between the two was already on the level of a blood feud.
”Get ready! Pass on my order! Iron Wall Army, move out!”
Gao Xianzhi waved his arm and gave the order.
No matter how long this battle went on, the Iron Wall Army and Ironblood Army needed to decide which was the better.
As this thought occurred to Gao Xianzhi, he looked past the vast army of Arab cavalry to the distant figure of Abu Muslim standing beneath his black war banner. At the same time, Abu Muslim also seemed to sense something, his gaze swiftly rising to meet Gao Xianzhi's.
In that moment, the entire world seemed to be devoid of sound. The two people who had started this war exploded with incredible fighting intent.
Clang!
The humming and clanging of swords rose into the heavens. The soldiers of the Iron Wall Army had unsheathed their swords and turned to face the approaching Ironblood Army.
Rumble! Finally, there was a tremendous turmoil as the thousands of soldiers of the Ironblood Army parted the crowd and appeared behind the Silver Behemoths. Taking out their weapons, they charged at the Divine Martial Army and Divine Prison Army.
”Attack! Kill them all!”
With a furious roar, the more than three thousand soldiers of the Iron Wall Army raised their swords and charged at the Ironblood Army.
”Kiiiill!” There was a bellow in response, and the two armies collided against each other.
Boom!
At the moment of impact, the entire world seemed to quake and time seemed to freeze.
Gao Xianzhi and Abu Muslim both gravely watched as their armies battled.
In the rear, Wang Chong, Cheng Qianli, Wang Yan, as well as Osman, Aybak, Dalun Ruozan, and Huoshu Huicang were also focused on this area where the most elite armies were locked in the most intense battle.
Swords and sabers clashed as the Iron Wall Army of the Anxi Protectorate fought with the Ironblood Army of Arabia. This time, however, neither Arabia nor the Great Tang dispatched any more soldiers. Everyone was waiting for the outcome of this battle to be determined.
Time continued to slowly pass. The Great Tang had committed four of its elite forces to the battle: the Xuanwu Army, Divine Martial Army, Divine Prison Army, and Iron Wall Army. Arabia had committed three of its famed and dauntless armies: the Beheader Army, the Blood Beast Army, and the Ironblood Army.
Any one of these armies was capable of threatening an empire and making its people go without sleep in worry and concern. Two of these armies appearing would make one feel that the destruction of an empire was imminent. Three of these armies appearing would even pulverize into dust a powerful empire that had reigned for millennia like the Sassanid Dynasty, let alone smaller empires.
But now, not only had the Arabs failed to annihilate the Tang at Talas, they had suffered significant casualties in this effort.
”Milord, we still haven't managed to break their defenses!”
Ziyad turned his head to Abu Muslim and Osman, his brow deeply creased.
This sort of situation had never occurred in any previous battles. Even Ziyad didn't know what to do.
Abu Muslim, Osman, and Aybak all frowned. The combined power of three governors and nearly five hundred thousand soldiers was still unable to deal with these Tang. None of them had ever expected such a thing.
”Have the Fearless Army move out!” Abu Muslim finally ordered after some thought.
Osman and Aybak were both startled by this name, and a hint of nostalgia appeared on their faces.
The Fearless Army!