Flames blazed, and arrows rained down like a deadly storm.
On the walls of the barbican, the duel between the two generals would have a profound impact on the morale of both armies.
Tu Li was already at the peak of his fury. His force of fifty thousand had suffered devastating losses, yet they still had not captured Shule Town, defended by a mere two thousand soldiers.
For a Tibetan general, this was the greatest humiliation imaginable.
"Damned Tang dog! How dare you bare your fangs at me! I'll chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs!" Tu Li roared, his eyes bulging with rage.
"Hmph. There's a saying in the Tang Dynasty: 'The dog that barks the loudest doesn't bite,'" Wang Hu sneered in response, mocking his opponent.
Gripping his spear tightly with both hands, Wang Hu remained vigilant.
One could disrespect an opponent, but never underestimate them.
