The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

Zhang Yang smiled faintly. Who says ordinary people are stupid? They are the ones who know best how to change their tune depending on the wind.

However, this is indeed an excellent reason. In this way, from the Tang army's perspective, he would be a hero who avenged the Tang army.

Not only did he not fail, but he actually made a contribution.

Zhang Yang nodded and gave the instructions.

"Alright, go and untie those young men who are tied up, and let them go home."

Guo Shitou and his men, carrying horizontal swords, cut the ropes binding the group.

Just when Zhang Yang thought these people would quickly leave this bloody battlefield, more than twenty strong young men knelt down in front of him.

Just as Zhang Yang was about to step forward to help everyone up, the man leading the group raised his head, cupped his hands, and said...

"Brother Zhang, we are all from Guodu Town. During the battles between Tang and Yan, we have escaped death time and time again, but we never know when we will lose our lives. Brother Zhang, we are willing to follow you, even if it means going through fire and water!"

Just from that one battle, these young men could tell that Zhang Yang and his men were no ordinary people.

Following Zhang Yang may not guarantee great wealth and status, but you will certainly not be bullied or die an inexplicable death.

Zhang Yang took a deep breath and nodded slightly.

"Since you've said that, then we'll be brothers who share weal and woe from now on. There's an abandoned martial arts training ground north of Guodu Town. From now on, every morning, we'll gather there to practice martial arts. I'll lead you all in learning martial arts to protect our homeland."

Hearing Zhang Yang say this, the young men nodded excitedly.

"Thank you so much, Brother Zhang Yang!"

In fact, Zhang Yang had no choice; he couldn't even feed his ten brothers.

Not to mention supporting these young and strong men, right now we can only let them support themselves first, and then improve their combat effectiveness through training.

I also need to figure out how to support my troops in the future.

Otherwise, if you just rely on empty promises, you won't even be able to afford food, so who would follow you?

The morale of the army is the morale of the people, and the morale of the people is the lifeblood of the army!

Just then, the rescued people brought them food, chickens, and ducks to express their gratitude for saving their lives.

Unable to refuse their hospitality, Zhang Yang had his men accept the gifts.

Just then, Zhang Yang looked around and saw Zhang Rourou's frail body desperately dragging her elderly father toward the path.

Zhang Yang sighed, unable to bear it.

He turned to his brothers and said, "You go back first and take the bodies of the Longwu Army and the heads of the rebels back with you. This place is too conspicuous. Send some of the things to your two sisters-in-law. I'll go help that little girl bury her father."

The group nodded, and Zhang Yang quickly walked behind Zhang Rourou and carried Zhang Sigua's body on his back.

Zhang Rourou turned around, looking at Zhang Yang with shock and gratitude. Her knees buckled, and she knelt down.

Zhang Yang quickly reached out and pulled Zhang Rourou up.

"Don't do that. We all come from humble backgrounds and should help each other. You can't carry this alone, so let me bury your father for you."

Zhang Rourou nodded vigorously, tears streaming down her face.

He reached out and gently supported Zhang Yang's elderly father on his back, and the two slowly walked towards a cemetery in the town.

Zhang Rourou found a straw mat at home and wrapped Zhang Sigua in it. Then Zhang Yang dug a deep pit and buried Zhang Sigua in it.

They filled in a small mound of earth and covered it with a brick.

In chaotic times, there is no other way; human life is as cheap as grass.

It's already a stroke of luck to have a place to be buried, let alone a coffin.

Zhang Rourou knelt on the ground and burned several sheets of yellow paper. Then she stood up and said to Zhang Yang.

"Brother Zhang Yang, I am deeply grateful and will not thank you enough. Please come and have a seat in my humble abode."

Zhang Yang smiled and shook his head.

"It's getting late, I should head back. I have many important things to take care of. See you all again sometime."

As he spoke, Zhang Yang smiled warmly at Zhang Rourou, then turned and walked towards his village.

Zhang Rourou knelt on the spot and watched Zhang Yang's figure disappear into the horizon before slowly getting up.

His gaze was deep and grateful.

"My benefactor, I will repay this great kindness in my lifetime."

When Zhang Yang returned to the courtyard, his brothers were already waiting there. On a cart were more than a dozen corpses of Longwu soldiers and the heads of Dayan rebels.

Behind the courtyard were the horses that had been brought back after these two battles.

There were a total of thirty-two horses.

"Brother, this time we disposed of all the good horses and the remaining dead ones. That should be enough for us brothers to eat for a while."

Guo Huzi said excitedly.

Zhang Yang nodded in satisfaction, then spoke to his brothers with a somewhat somber tone.

"This time, not only did the Great Yan rebels die, but so many Longwu soldiers also died. This must be a big deal. You should divide up the horse meat and hide for a while. Also, please take care of your two sisters-in-law for me."

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces immediately darkened.

"Big brother, what about you?"

Zhang Yang sighed.

"I'm pulling a cart to the Tang army camp. I don't know if I can get away with this, so I'm going alone. You don't need to come with me."

To Zhang Yang's surprise, his brothers immediately objected to his words.

"Brother, we're going too! Have you forgotten our oath as brothers? To live and die together!"

Guo Shitou shouted through gritted teeth.

"We'll share life and death!"

The other brothers echoed in unison, all turning to look at Zhang Yang with fervent eyes.

Zhang Yang felt a surge of emotion.

With such a group of brothers who would stand by me through thick and thin, how could I not make a name for myself in this chaotic world?

Knowing he couldn't stop his brothers, Zhang Yang stopped trying to dissuade them.

"Alright, in that case, let's go to the Tang army camp together, even if it's a den of dragons and tigers!"

Zhang Yang spoke solemnly, and the brothers nodded in agreement.

Just then, Lady Liu Yun'er and Lady Liu Qiao'er came out together.

They already knew what had happened before Zhang Yang returned.

The conversation between Zhang Yang and his brothers just now made them understand what Zhang Yang was going to do.

The two women each grasped one of Zhang Yang's hands, their eyes filled with tears.

Zhang Yang feigned indifference, withdrew his hand, and pinched the two women's pretty, delicate cheeks.

"Why are you crying? Your man is going to the army to earn merit, not to die. Don't cry, silly girl."

The two nodded, and Liu Yun'er bit her red lips, saying slowly and deliberately, "Husband, we await your safe return."

Zhang Yang smiled and nodded. It was getting late. Tang Jun hadn't seen the Dragon Martial Army return to camp, so they might have already started searching. If they found Guo Du Town, things would be bad.

"Set off."

As Liu Yun'er watched Zhang Yang and his group leave, she muttered to herself with a forlorn expression.

"If my husband never returns, I am willing to die for him."