The Human Emperor

His gaze swept heavily over the turbulent sea of the southwest and vast forests, almost shortly after Zhongtong led the departure of 180,000 elite Tang troops -

“Let's go! —— ”

A hissing scream broke through the sky, on the southwestern earth, a magnificent figure, with a black beard, a rough looking middle-aged man, wearing a weekday crown, wearing an imperial robe, suddenly raised a golden yellow sword in his hand, and a wave of mountains and oceans swept up from him.

Boom! Boom!

The whole earth suddenly seemed to wake up from a long slumber, suddenly violently vibrating and making a burst of dramatic sounds.

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

“Kill! ——”

……

A pound of slaughter condensed to the essence, rushing to the sky, stirring the wind and clouds like the tide. On the vast earth, only the mysterious warriors of Monsieur Dahir are stubborn, surrounded by thousands of or black or white war halos, like the most intense iron and steel floods, constantly pushing towards the distant Grand Tang Annan Du protection house.

The rumbling drums of the rumbling heavens and the earth, the sky, the clouds rolled, calmed the southwestern earth for more than a decade and finally fought again.

……

Boom!

A giant hammer swung down on the burning iron, and instantly the Mars burst, almost tearing the eardrum of a man's ear.

The next giant hammer kept swinging, once, twice, three times, thousands of times, and the swinging hammer went from one to thousands!

On the giant Us Tibetan plateau, the flame bear, the smoke rolling, the tens of thousands of tiny, fine Us Tibetan blacksmiths with their bare arms, on this plateau four or five kilometers above sea level, waving iron hammers constantly, exercising armor, swords, U-shaped horseshoes, arrow clusters and all kinds of weapons in the open air day and night.

The sweat comes out of the slurry, and the constant weaponry comes from the constant exercise of these Us Tibetan blacksmiths in this scattered fashion.

Ushid's weapon forging was less developed and efficient than Nakahara's. But none of the weapons that have been hammered on this plateau dare to be small, because they are using the most primitive and straightforward method - "Thousand Hammers"!

Us Tibetan armor doesn't have any artistic aesthetics, let alone any technical content, but their armor is truly the world's most solid, sturdy, and at the same time the heaviest, longest lasting armor!

- A Us Tibetan cavalry weighs far more armor than Datang, East-West Turkic, Gao Zhili, or Big Diet, or Bar Cavalry.

This also makes ordinary weapons, ordinary attacks, difficult to inflict damage on Us Cavalry Cavalry!

Us Tibetan armor takes time and effort to build, but it also makes Us Tibetan armor last the longest for all ordinary armor.

This protracted armor exercise began long ago. Today, on vast plateaux, masses of weapons and armor pile up, as long as the mountains and seas, form an extremely spectacular scene on this vast earth!

Hualala!

Above the sky, high above the sky, wings vibrated, and a white, snowy pigeon flew through smoke and Mars from above. Above the earth, a white dress and a Confucian-looking middle-aged literary man looked up and let the pigeon fall into his hands.

“Hahaha, Fire Tree, here we go! ”

Big theory smiled, fingers bounced, bounced the letterhead out of his hand. A thin letterhead reached his hand, as if it were a sharp blade, and flew out like lightning.

Huh!

Not far away, the arms tree of the Ali dynasty of the Us Tibetan Empire stood in front of a pile of Us Tibetan weapons, saw the letterhead fly over, dropped the weapon in his hand, the ape arms soothed, and easily picked up.

“Gao Luofeng is inviting us to send troops again...”

Fire trees are hidden after looking at the letterhead in hand, no accidents.

“hey hey hey hey this is the third one! ”

The big theory laughed with a smile, pulling a slight ironic smile from the corner of his mouth. Starting after Monsieur Dai's return, the Palace Luofeng wrote repeatedly requesting troops from the Us Tibetan Empire. The two major empires formed an alliance, but they were all complimented.

“Want him back? ”

Fire tree treasure turned its head and was indifferent.

“No need! ”

If the big theory praised the wave, he sneered:

“All that has been said. Monsieur Monsieur will win the support of Us Tibetan, so you can cast your own name! ”

“The world has been peaceful for decades now, is Datang still as powerful as before... Monsieur Dai is the best test gold stone! If Da Tang wins and easily destroys Monsieur Dai, then the time is not ripe and our plan needs to be postponed. ”

“But what if Tang loses...”

“Then, … now is the time for us to hide! ”

Speaking of the last sentence, the grand theory raised its head slowly, gazing over the mountainous river and looking to the distant southwest of Grand Tang.

From the tall Us Hidden Plateau, you can see the distant soot rolling, and two Iron and Steel armies are rushing towards each other.

“Perhaps now is the time for us to hide! ”

Daqin Ruozan passed a thought in his mind and his eyes gradually became cold.

Neither the Monsieur Empire nor the Great Tang are rivals of Us Tibet after all. In this south-western war, the Us Tibetan Empire will surely be the last winner!

……

Time passed day by day, and Wang Chong counted the war situation in the southwest day by day. During the war, Wang Chong was not a participant, but a relative, and everything was clearly remembered.

“The future has changed, and the war between Datang and Monsieur Dahir is at least six months ahead of schedule. It is now only to be hoped that the process of development of this war will change accordingly. ”

Wang Zheng secretly said, full of worry.

Though secluded from the world and unable to hear outside news, Wang Chong could feel it in the atmosphere of seclusion. This southwest war attracted the attention of Datang as a whole.

There's a scorching smell in the air!

And Wang Chong's heart burns more than anyone else's. However, Wang Zhuang was too late to go out. Pressure from the monasteries of Hongfu and Mary seems to be much stronger than imagined.

A few days later, just as Wang Chong was impatient, a shadow appeared in the shadow of a man, not Big Uncle Wang Chong, but His Royal Highness King Song of Datang.

“Your Highness! ”

Wang Chung was stunned, and for a moment, a very bad feeling came to his heart.

“Wang Chong, I have some very bad news for you! ”

Across the fence, King Song's face looked very ugly:

“Big Tang lost! Freshly lost to Zhongtong...”

“What?!! ”

Boom Lung, as if a thunderbolt had fallen, Wang Chonghuo stood up from the ground, his mouth was stunned and the whole person was stunned.

How is this possible!

At that moment, Wang Zhong was confused, and there was a terrible wave in his heart.