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THE HUMAN EMPEROR
C871 - Contact, the First Aerial Battle!
Chapter 871: Contact, the First Aerial Battle!

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The sight of Feng Changqing’s deep bow left all the people around Wang Chong—Li Siye, Su Shixuan, Cheng Sanyuan, Zhang Que, Sun Zhiming, Chen Burang, and Zhuang Zhengping—deeply moved. They had all heard of Feng Changqing’s thunderous reputation, and to many of them, this was an unreachable existence who stood high in the heavens, a mighty individual that they might live an entire life without interacting with.

But at this moment, Feng Changqing had cast aside his dignity in front of so many people and adopted an exceptionally meek attitude toward the younger Wang Chong. This act immediately made all of them feel a heavy shock.

Feng Changqing did not seem to care or notice, and remained bowed. The situation in the Western Regions was getting tenser and tenser, and after nearly two months of gloom and despair, Wang Chong was his only sliver of hope, the only chance of survival the thirty thousand Anxi Protectorate soldiers besieged in Talas had.

“Lord Feng, rest at ease. Although the Arabs are powerful, they’re not so powerful as to be undefeatable. To use the words of Han Great General Chen Tang, those who offend the people of the Han will be executed, no matter how far they are! The Great Tang is not a weakling, and the worst mistake the Arabian Empire could have made was to collude with the Shi Kingdom and covet Anxi. Not only will I save Lord Gao Xianzhi and the soldiers of the Anxi Protectorate army, but I will also make the Arabs pay the heaviest price for their rash decision! This is my true goal in coming here!”

Wang Chong’s eyes brightly shone as he solemnly helped Feng Changqing stand.

These weighty words instantly wrought a massive transformation on the faces of Feng Changqing and his Anxi warriors. While he had still been worried and anxious just moments ago, almost on the verge of breaking into tears, he now inexplicably felt comforted. Slowly, he raised his head and, for the first time, he began to inspect this young Protector-General.

This was a youth of only sixteen or seventeen, with straight eyebrows and bright eyes. It was easy to take him for one of those wastrel scions of great clans in the capital, but he also had a steadiness and composure that no scion of his age could have. His expression was wise, his bearing relaxed. It made one subconsciously pay attention to his every word and trust deeply in him.

But this was not all. Feng Changqing could also sense the thick smell of iron and blood from this youth. This was no ordinary general, but one who had experienced countless battles, seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood, one of those Great Generals who stood at the very apex. In his ten-some years in the Anxi Protectorate, Feng Changqing had smelled this odor on only one other person: Anxi Protector-General Gao Xianzhi.

Yet not even Gao Xianzhi had as thick and intense an odor as this.

Feng Changqing had once looked down on Wang Chong, and he had also reexamined his views and come to view Wang Chong with renewed importance, but in the end, he realized that he had still underestimated this youth. This youth was far more powerful than he had imagined.

“Lord Marquis speaks the truth. This one had a slip of the tongue. With Lord Marquis leading the grand armies of the Great Tang, Changqing is confident that the Arabs will never achieve their goals! Changqing will wait here to congratulate Milord for the early report of victory and the triumphant return. When the time comes, Changqing will definitely have a feast arranged in the protectorate to welcome Milord and celebrate the victory!”