The situation evolved completely out of control, and Tsri Songtsen Gampo's face changed drastically as he continuously issued orders to stabilize the formation of the army.
"Do not panic!!! Hold the formation!!"
"The divine might of Yala Xiangbo is eternal! The mountain god will not abandon his people!!"
"Do not listen to the Tang people's evil spells! They are lies!!"
His roars, along with the desperate repetitions of his personal guard, were like stones thrown into a furious sea, instantly drowned out on the deafening battlefield.
In contrast, the Tang Army—
"Celestial Mandate is with the Tang!!!"
"Celestial Mandate is with the Tang!!!"
"..."
The cries echoed through the heavens and earth.
This was a chant of tens of thousands of troops!
Like a tidal wave with the majestic force of heaven and an invincible belief, it swept forward relentlessly!
Its grand and powerful presence was incomparable to the mere shouts of Tsri Songtsen Gampo's personal guard.
