Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Chapter 1178: Prepare, Another Battle!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
"Milord, what do we do?"
Across the Tigris River, countless Arab soldiers were emerging from the icy river in terror. On the shore, Hular's face was a picture of unwillingness as he turned to the Head of Black Radiance, Fadi.
"There's no time!" Fadi gloomily said. He glanced up at the sky, where only a dim light was leaking through the dense clouds. At some point, dusk had arrived. In these circumstances, no matter how unwilling Fadi was, he had to halt the battle and wait for tomorrow to restart it.
"Has Jalil's army still not arrived?"
Fadi turned to a general behind him.
The Arab general lowered his head and reported, "Milord, Lord Jalil is marching as quickly as possible, but the weather is cold and the steel bridges for crossing the river are extremely heavy, so they've been slowed down. They probably won't arrive until tomorrow morning."
A hint of fury flitted through Fadi's eyes. Arabia had mobilized almost the entire empire for the assault on this city, preparing much more than imagined.
In the original strategy, the Arabs would have many long steel bridges to cross the river. But Fadi had believed that with all the boats he had, there was no need to wait for those heavy bridges to arrive.
Fadi had never imagined that this decision would come at such a heavy price for his army.
"Order Jalil to hasten his march! At daybreak tomorrow, I had better see those steel bridges!" Fadi ordered.
"This general will go!"
The general bowed.
"In addition, Hular, write a letter to His Majesty. Tell him that we don't have nearly enough top-class soldiers and that I hope His Majesty can dispatch more Great Generals to utterly vanquish these Tang. In addition, if there is any chance, have His Majesty send Governor Ansari to assist the army at Khorasan!" Fadi said.
Buzz!
Hular shivered at the name of Ansari, his eyes going wide. In the Arabian Empire, Ansari's reputation was like the noon sun, and even when compared to Qutaybah,
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