Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 11: Dry Duck vs. Dry Duck
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 212: Scrape All Of the Martial Arts Legacies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 705- King Ghost Kill
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 868 - Holy City Shaken
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 704- We do our own thing
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 755: The Cloud Ancestor
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 176 - One Against Five
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 211: A Sword to Curb All Means
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 393: The Rain That Year
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 235.2: What Is the Strongest Human? Tactical Retreat (2)
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 10: Augustus and the Sultana
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 210: Trump Card
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 703- Nightmare Cannibal Body
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 155 - Dekan Doesn't Swindle Honest Folks
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 154 - Mauleon's Wealth-Building Skills
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 867 - Godlike Party
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 702- Tough battle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 754: Testing
Chapter 1188: The Rebel Army's Worries!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
"Impossible! This can't be!"
In the distant Baghdad, the Caliph of Arabia gripped the snow-white letter sent from Shandar, his face just as white and his entire body trembling.
Seven to eight hundred thousand soldiers, ten-some governors, countless generals, and the Three Titans of Black Radiance and Hular to oversee it all—this was a campaign of unprecedented size. The Caliph had been anticipating a clean and swift counterattack that would sweep away all the Tang and Khorasani, but a single blizzard had utterly shattered his dreams.
Five to six hundred thousand soldiers were now buried in the snow, to rest eternally in the region between Khorasan and Shandar, with that place becoming an icy hell. This miserable defeat was like a sharp point stabbing deep into the Caliph's heart.
From the moment Arabia had gotten the idea of conquering the east until now, it had already buried more than one million soldiers, three powerful governors, and Governor of War Qutaybah. In the face of this defeat, even the Caliph couldn't help but go pale and find it difficult to breathe.
"I'll never believe it! Never! We have so many soldiers! We can never lose to these Tang from the east!"
The shuddering of the Caliph's body intensified, and his expression grew more agitated. By his final words, his eyes had gone completely red and he was practically roaring. Crack! His fingers clenched, pulverizing the arm rest made from ocean steel.
"Your Majesty, calm your anger."
Everyone in the hall quickly got down on their knees, their expressions alarmed and fearful.
Flap flap!
Just when the Caliph was at his most furious, an Arab messenger rushed into the hall, an Arabian hunting falcon perched on his hand.
"Reporting!"
The messenger lowered his head and kneeled on the ground.
"We have just received a message from the Tang. The Tang accuse us of breaking the treaty and launching an assault, and demand that we pay two billion taels of gold
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