Chapter 1865: Abu Muslim Makes His Move! (2/2)
”Ballistae, watch out!”
”Teams one and seven, prepare to withdraw!”
The army was beginning to show signs of panic under the onslaught of the giants, and the ballistae began to fall back. At this moment, a cool and collected voice spoke, causing everyone to calm back down.
”Teams one and seven, break away from the battlefield! Change targets and focus on the giants!
”Teams eight, ten, twelve, and seventeen, target the giants! Fire!”
Su Hanshan's voice remained cold and emotionless as if nothing in the world could possibly shake him. And once Su Hanshan gave his orders, the air began to explode, thousands of ballista bolts howling toward the powerful armored giants.
Awooo!
An armored giant several hundred feet away was instantly struck by several dozen ballista bolts, and not even his tough armor could withstand the impact, instantly sundering apart. His body went stiff, frozen in its original pose, his eyes wide open, and then he toppled over, blood gushing out from his shattered armor.
One, two, three…
Su Hanshan's new tactics quickly showed their worth. Those armored giants who had broken free were quickly brought down, and the crisis was soon resolved.
Meanwhile, as the ballistae fired…
Clang!
Black metal contraptions flew through the air and bound the legs of the giants. Once the giants were caught in the traps, the Mo Saber soldiers that had been knocked away took up their swords and stepped back into the fray.
Boom! A powerful stream of Psychic Energy flew over, causing these giants to howl in pain.
The Confucian Sect experts had rejoined the battle. Even though they had already consumed massive amounts of Psychic Energy, and their foreheads were coated in sweat, they committed themselves to the battle without concern for their lives.
This was a battle that would decide the fate of the country, and for the Confucian Sect, it was also a battle of redemption!
The battle continued!
Both sides had committed more than half their forces, and at each moment, the Arabian Empire was slowly advancing. But they were facing the strongest empire of the east, and they were paying a massive price for this advance.
The battlefield was covered in blood, shattered weapons, Arabian banners, slain horses, and Arab soldiers who had died in all manner of ways… The blood was so thick in the air that it formed a mist over the battlefield.
But none of this could stop the Arabs and their ironclad determination to conquer the entire world!
In the army, the Arab Governors, Deputy Governors, and generals continued to urge their soldiers forward against the Great Tang.
Every victory had its price, and as long as they could win, as long as they could vanquish their foe, they would receive compensation for their efforts.
This was a conviction that had deeply rooted itself into the minds of the Arabs. The fate of cruel death was far from enough to stop them!
At this moment, as the battle was intensifying, under the gloomy sky, far in the rear, a determined figure with a somber aura was watching the battle. Suddenly, his eyes flickered.
As the former Governor of Iron and Blood, the highest commander of the east, Abu Muslim had been anticipating this battle for ages. It was the opportunity he had dreamed for to wash away his humiliation. It was why he had so anxiously pleaded with the Hierophant to join this battle.
Abu Muslim had succeeded in obtaining Khatabah's permission to lead the vanguard, but to everyone's surprise, when the battle began, Abu Muslim suddenly changed his mind. Not only had he not joined the first wave, he had stayed in the rear this entire time, watching and waiting.
No one knew what the former Governor of Iron and Blood was thinking.
”It's about ready!” Abu Muslim suddenly announced.
”It's finally time for me to take action. This time, I will wash away all the disgrace on my body!”
The last sentence was spoken so softly that he was the only one who could hear it.
Four hundred thousand soldiers had been lost, and he had even caused the deaths of Qutaybah, Osman, Aybak, and Raman. Every time he thought about how he was the only survivor out of so many people, his heart bled.
For some time now, Abu Muslim had been telling himself that he lived for only one purpose: the destruction of that Tang commander! And the eastern empire behind him!
Only in this way could he finally redeem himself!
Clang!
A moment later, Abu Muslim pulled out his sword and gave his first order for this battle.
”All soldiers, assemble and prepare to attack!”
As this voice traveled through the air, the ground swayed, and countless Arab cavalry swiftly gathered behind Abu Muslim.
In the blink of an eye, Abu Muslim had gathered a vast army of disciplined Arab cavalry, all of them seething with killing intent.