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!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
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
Chapter 1157: The Shocked Kingdoms!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
After the defeat at Talas, the remaining Arabs soldiers had truly been fleeing like stray dogs. From Talas to Samarkand, the number of soldiers that had remained at Abu Muslim and Ziyad's side didn't even reach thirty thousand. Fortunately, they had Samarkand. The thought of Samarkand's thick and sturdy walls immediately caused Ziyad to calm down.
At the very least, with the help of these walls, the two of them would have a rare opportunity to catch their breath.
"Reporting!"
Ziyad had barely walked two steps, not even leaving the military hall, when a frantic voice rang out in his ears.
Both of them nervously turned their heads and saw a panting Arab messenger, his face pale and stricken with unease.
"Reporting! The second gate of Samarkand was broken through. The Sassanids, leading more than twenty thousand Tang, are in the middle of attacking the city."
The moment the messenger entered the hall, he kneeled down, a deluge of sweat coming from his body.
"What?!"
Abu Muslim and Ziyad both trembled in shock, as if they had seen a ghost.
"How could that be? What about the lookouts? Why didn't we receive any word of such a large ruckus! Did not a single person see such a large army approach?"
Ziyad's eyes went round in disbelief. An army of more than ten thousand was so large that all except the blind could spot it, and they hadn't even gotten word of an enemy army approaching.
"Milord, the scouts sent word, but before they could approach the military hall, they were slain by the experts the Sassanids hid in the city. The Sassanid spies are currently starting fires, killing people, and stirring rebellion, and Samarkand is in chaos. Milord, we should quickly retreat!" the messenger frantically said.
The last few words from the messenger were like thunder in Abu Muslim's and Ziyad's ears, and their faces paled. The words 'Milord, we should quickly retreat' dealt an even greater shock to them than the news that Wang Chong had j
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