Chapter 471

His eyes passed through heavy and important, passing through the vast expanse of the Bohai Sea and the vast expanse of forests in the southwest, almost shortly after the departure of the 180,000 elite ** from Zhongtong.

"set off!--"

A shouting screaming through the sky, on the southwestern land, a middle-aged man with a black body and a black beard, looks like a handsome male, wearing a flat crown, wearing an emperor's robe, suddenly raised his hands. The yellow sword, the waves of the sea and the sea, rose from the sky.

Rumble!

The whole earth seemed to suddenly wake up from the long sleep, suddenly violently vibrating, and bursting into a rumble.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!--"

......

A burst of murderous murder is as solid as it is, rising into the sky, like an ocean tide, stirring the anime sky. On the vast land of the vast expanse, I saw the infinite Mongolian warriors sturdy, wrapped in tens of thousands of black or white war auras, like the most turbulent steel torrents, a wave of constant aspirations, toward The direction of the distant Tang Dynasty Annan Dufu is surging.

The rumbling sound of the rumbling resounded through the sky, the sky, the dark clouds, and the southwestern land that had calmed for more than a decade was finally fighting again.

......

Hey!

A giant hammer swung down and slammed on the red soldering iron. In a flash, Mars smashed, and the golden iron of the ear almost rips the eardrum of the person.

Hey, then the huge hammer kept swinging, one, two, three, thousands, and the slashing hammer was changed from one to thousands!

On the huge Uszang plateau, the flames are raging, the smoke is rolling, and thousands of short and fine Uzbek blacksmiths are armed with arms, and they are waving iron on this plateau of four or five kilometers above sea level. Hammer, day and night, exercise armor, sword, U-shaped horseshoes, arrow clusters and various weapons.

Sweat is coming out of the pulp, and the constant stream of weapons is constantly being exercised in this fragmented way from these Uzbek blacksmiths.

Wuszang’s weapon forging was not as developed as the Central Plains, nor was it so efficient. But none of the weapons tempered on this plateau dare to be underestimated, because they use the most primitive and direct way - "killing!"

Uzang's armor does not have any artistic beauty, let alone any technical content, but their armor is indeed the most solid, strongest in the world, and also the thickest and most durable armor!

——The weight of an armor of a Uzbek cavalry is far greater than the weight of Datang, East Turke, Goguryeo, or the big food and the cavalry.

This also makes the general weapons, ordinary attacks, it is difficult to cause damage to the Uzbek cavalry!

Uzbek armor is time-consuming and labor-intensive, but it also makes the most durable use of Uzang's armor in all common armor.

This long-lasting armor exercise has been started since long ago. Nowadays, on the vast plateau, the clusters of weapons and armor piled up together, and it has long been like a sea, which constitutes an extremely spectacular scene on this vast land. !

Oh la la!

Above the open sky, the wings are vibrating, and a white-and-white pigeon flies down from the smoke and Mars. Above the earth, a white man and a land, Confucianism looks like a very old-aged middle-aged scribe who looked up and let the pigeons fall into his hands.

"Ha ha ha, fire tree, finally started!"

If the big commentary smiles, the finger will bounce and the letter in the hand will pop out. A thin letter came to his hand, as if it were a sharp blade, flew out like a lightning bolt.

Hey!

Not far away, the Uzbek Empire, the king of Ali, was in front of a pile of hill-like Uzn Tibetan weapons, and saw the letter flying over, slamming the weapon in his hand, and slamming his arm. It was easy to pick it up.

"Gao Luofeng has come to ask us to send troops..."

The fire tree returned to Tibet to see the letter in his hand, a pair of accidents.

"Oh, this is the third one!"

The big commentary praised Xiao Wei, and the corner of his mouth pulled out a sardonic smile. After returning from Meng Shezhen, Ge Luofeng wrote a letter from the non-stop, requesting the Uzbek Empire to send troops, and the two empires formed an alliance, but they were all blocked by the great argument.

"Would you like to go back to him?"

The fire tree turned to the head and turned away, indifferent.

"No need!"

If the big commentary waved his hand, he sneered:

"All that has been said has already been said. If Mengshe wants to win the support of our Ush, I will vote for it!"

"The world has been peaceful for decades, and now the Datang is still as strong as before..., Mengshe is the best touchstone! If Datang wins, it is easy to ruin the Mengshe, then the timing is still Immature, our plan needs to be postponed."

"But if Datang loses..."

"That says, ... is now the era of our Ush!"

Speaking of the last sentence, Da Ruo Ruoqiu slowly raised his head and looked over the mountains and rivers, looking to the far southwest of Datang.

From the towering Ust Tibetan Plateau, you can see the smoke and smoke in the distance, and the two steel forces are rushing toward each other.

"Maybe, it is time for us to be in Uzbek!"

Daqin Ruo Zan passed a thought in his mind, his eyes gradually became cold.

Whether it is the Monash Empire or the Datang, it is not an opponent of Ust. In this southwestern war, the Uzbek Empire will be the final winner!

......

Every day, Wang Chong is calculating the war situation in the southwest. In the war of that year, although Wang Chong was not a participant, he was a witness, and everything was clearly remembered.

"The future has changed. The war between Datang and Monshey has been at least half a year earlier. Now I only hope that the development of this war will change."

Wang Chong secretly said, full of sorrow.

Although he was secretly isolated from the world and could not hear the news from outside, Wang Chong could feel it from the dark atmosphere. This southwest war attracted the attention of the entire Tang Dynasty.

The air is filled with an burning smell!

And Wang Chong is more anxious than anyone else. However, Wang Chong is too late to go out. The pressure from Hongjun Temple and Dali Temple seems to be much more powerful than imagined.

A few days later, when Wang Chong was about to hold on, a figure appeared in the dark prison. It was not the uncle Wang Chong, but it was the Royal Song of the Tang Dynasty.

"His Royal Highness!"

Wang Chong was in a wrong state. In a flash, a very bad feeling came to my heart.

"Wang Chong, I have a very bad news to tell you!"

Through the fence, Song Wang’s face is very ugly:

"Da Tang lost! Freshly lost in Zhongtong..."

"what?!!"

The bang, as if a thunder was falling down, Wang Chonghuo stood up from the ground, and his mouth was wide open, and the whole person was shocked.

How can it be!

At that moment, Wang Chong’s thoughts were messy, and there was a storm in his heart.