Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Horror Game Designer
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 282: Truth and Madness
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 204: Stairs
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1095- Barbecued bird
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 910: Searching
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 909: Completion
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1094- Flame
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 579: The Sky is Already Dark
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 203: Disciples
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 281: Break
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1093.5- Bet 100 thousaand (2)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 908: Heavenly Wrath
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1093- Bet 100 thousaand
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 74: Not The Only One That Can Scale Walls
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 10: That Day, Thunderbuzz Welcomes Its New King
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 578: A Storm is Coming
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1092- Free competition
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 202: Knowledge
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 280: The Man in the Mirror
Putting aside the Confucian Sect for now, Wang Chong was finding that the cement road he had worked together with the great clans to build was proving critical.
The cement roads throughout the Great Tang were like the blood vessels of the empire, and at every moment, soldiers, weapons, and supplies were traveling along these roads to the northwest.
The turning of wheels was constant. Wang Chong's goal of saving time for soldiers marching to the northwest had truly been realized.
An endless stream of supplies and soldiers in open-top wagons drawn by numerous warhorses traveled from the capital to Qixi, and the entire realm was gripped by a somber air.
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At this time, winds howled across the triangular gap, and thousands of warhorses stood atop the Tibetan Plateau, facing north.
Plumes of thick smoke and gouts of flame were rising from the northeast. Thousands of craftsmen were hard at work, and in front of them, rows of steel walls formed a long defensive line to protect the Great Tang.
This firm defensive line appeared like a grandiose 'dam', extending for a length of several hundred li.
Past those bright silver walls, far to the northwest, the rumbling of warhorses could be heard.
Far on the horizon was a massive, domed fortress, built in the Arabian style.
At the top of this fortress was a massive black banner depicting a crescent moon, exerting a massive pressure upon all who looked at it.
In front of this fortress was a force of tens of thousands of Arab cavalry, all of them wrapped in black armor, drawn up in a long line and ready to charge.
It had been some time now since the Arabs had defeated the Anxi Protectorate army. More and more soldiers were arriving, and the sharp neigh of horses had almost become background noise.
Even though the war had yet to begin, the entire region was on a hair trigger, the tension so thick that it could be cut with a knife. No one knew when the Arabs would attack and thus when the next war would begin.
At the front of the tens of thousands of soldiers arrayed at the triangula
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