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!
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)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Chapter 544: Confrontation! The Invisible Contest!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
"Young Master, where should we attack next?"
Under the cover of the dark rainstorm, Wang Chong and Old Eagle gathered up their soaked soldiers. Wang Chong's strategy had already shown its effectiveness. The Tibetan army surrounding the mountain range was in chaos and could no longer wholeheartedly attack the Annan Protectorate army.
In all of his career, Old Eagle had never fought in such a carefree and contented manner.
It had felt like dancing on the edge of a blade. They had been fighting more than one hundred thousand Tibetan cavalry, and the slightest mistake would have resulted in instant death. But under Wang Chong's arrangements, each strike was more frightening than risky. It had felt like they had the Tibetans in the palms of their hands, stirring them into complete turmoil.
This was completely different from what Old Eagle had imagined, the cold-blooded and cruel battlefield where one could die at any moment!
For a moment, Old Eagle even had to admit that he had become intoxicated by this feeling.
"We can no longer attack!"
To Old Eagle's surprise, Wang Chong completely rejected the notion.
"Don't forget that the Tibetans have Huoshu Huicang. Our success was partially because we had the right plan, but another part was that Huoshu Huicang underestimated us. He might have ignored us earlier, but now that things have reached this point, if Huoshu Huicang doesn't come out, he'll truly be letting down his title of Great General!"
"Ah!"
Old Eagle was dumbfounded.
That feeling of playing around with the one hundred thousand Tibetan soldiers, of having a powerful opponent in the palm of one's hand, had been so intoxicating that they had momentarily forgotten that the Tibetan army had still not moved. Huoshu Huicang, as the Great General presiding over the center of the Tibetan army, had never budged from his position.
As if a bucket of water had been poured over his head, Old Eagle shivered and came bac
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