Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Chapter 1104: The Shock of the Arabs!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
At the height of the Arabian Empire's power, with so many of its elites gathered, three governors and hundreds of thousands of soldiers, it was being defeated by a force of merely twenty thousand from a trifling empire of the eastern world. None of the Arab commanders had foreseen this.
From a distance, they could see the hand-picked Arab cavalry, the finest in the empire, being thrown into the air like ragdolls by the twenty thousand Tang elites. These Tang elites only needed to wave their swords to cleave an Arab horseman weighing several thousand jin in two and send body parts flying dozens of meters.
Although the Arabs had the advantage in numbers, no number of soldiers was capable of stopping these Tang.
Those dazzling miniature formations around the bodies of each Tang soldier were rapidly resonating and outshining all other armies on the battlefield. No matter how many Arab cavalry charged forward, they were just ants trying to shake a tree and were easily thrown aside.
"Retreat! Pass on my order! All soldiers, retreat!"
At this moment, even Abu Muslim had an extremely dour expression.
For an army of more than two hundred thousand soldiers to be forced into this situation was something that Abu Muslim had never imagined in his worst nightmares. At the very worst, Abu Muslim had expected the Arabs to be at a slight disadvantage, but for some inexplicable reason, this was no slight disadvantage but a complete rout.
If they didn't retreat now, the Arab losses would be even larger.
Abu Muslim was known as the Governor of Iron and Blood, and was famed for his proactive and fierce assaults, never retreating until he had completely overrun his opponent. But Arab morale had fallen to its lowest level. If they did not retreat now, all of Arabia would suffer an unbearable consequence.
Gallop!
An Arab horseman quickly turned around to deliver Abu Muslim's order.
"Wait a moment!"
At this moment, an aloof and emotionl
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