The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

Zhang Yang and his brothers pulled the cart toward the Tang army camp.

In fact, they did not know the exact location of the Tang army's camp, only that the Tang army was stationed in this direction.

"Have all the arrowheads on the corpses of those Dragon Warriors been removed?"

Zhang Yang asked while leading the horse.

"Once we've dealt with them, brother, those triangular arrowheads are incredibly valuable. How could we possibly leave them on these Dragon Warriors?"

Guo Huzi said with a smile.

Zhang Yang, however, remained completely serious.

"My concern isn't whether it's precious or not; my concern is what evidence I might leave behind that Tang Jun might discover."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

The eldest brother's mind is indeed much more meticulous and cautious than theirs.

Just then, Wang Lie, one of the brothers in the group, pointed to a brightly lit area not far away.

"Look, haven't we arrived at the Tang army camp?"

Zhang Yang glanced around and noticed a large camp not far away, with a large "Tang" character written on its flag.

"That should be right. Here's what we'll do: I'll go in first and negotiate with them. You all follow me from a distance. You can enter the camp when I call you."

Everyone nodded.

Then Zhang Yang strode towards the military camp, with his brothers leading a cart and following at a distance.

Unlike the Dragon Martial Army, Zhang Yang only glanced at the camp and found that the entire camp was strictly disciplined, with the patrolling soldiers not slacking off at all.

There were many spurs placed around the perimeter of the camp, and the military tents were neatly arranged.

However, it doesn't matter if it's not the Longwu Army. As long as it's the Tang Army, the heads of those Great Yan rebels in my hands can be exchanged for a lot of military merits and food.

Just as Zhang Yang approached the military camp, a Tang Dynasty soldier carrying a long spear immediately walked over.

"Who is it?"

Zhang Yang said very respectfully, "I am Zhang Yang, from Guodu Town outside Chang'an City. I have important matters to report to your general."

The soldier looked Zhang Yang up and down, his eyes filled with disdain.

"What? You think you can just see our General whenever you want? Get out of my way, or I'll stab you to death with my spear."

Zhang Yang suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice.

"I really have something urgent to attend to. The rebel cavalry of the Great Yan went to Guodu Town to recruit soldiers and clashed with the Longwu Army. They were all killed by me and the brothers from our village. I did it on purpose..."

Upon hearing this, the soldier was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.

The laughter attracted many soldiers nearby, one of whom, a sergeant, asked with a smile.

"Hey dog, what's wrong? What are you laughing at?"

The soldier named Gouzi pointed at Zhang Yang and said with a disdainful look.

"Squad leader, this kid said he wiped out a squad of Great Yan cavalry, I almost died laughing. Hahaha."

Upon hearing this, everyone present burst into laughter.

The previous Battle of Qingqu was a result of the exceptional bravery of the cavalry of the Great Yan rebels, which caused the Tang Dynasty's Anxi army to suffer heavy losses.

If it weren't for the fact that the Tang Dynasty lacked decent cavalry to deal with the Great Yan rebels, would it have needed to ask the Uyghurs and other foreign tribes for support?

If a few commoners can wipe out an entire Great Yan cavalry force, then these elite Anxi soldiers should just stop fighting and go home to their wives, children, and warm beds.

Even the sergeant didn't believe it and waved his hand at Zhang Yang.

"Kid, claiming military merits without authorization is a capital offense. Seeing that you're not very old, I won't reprimand you. Go back to your village and live a quiet life. If you dare cause trouble here again, I'll have you flogged!"

Whether it's the Anxi Army or the Shuofang Army, most of these border troops came from the lower ranks.

Zhang Yang's attitude was relatively mild; if it were the Longwu Army, they probably would have attacked on the spot.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang understood that they wouldn't believe him unless he showed them something impressive.

Then they walked to the back and soon brought out two heavy sacks from the carriage.

"What is that?" The squad leader frowned and quickly adopted a defensive stance.

Zhang Yang dumped the two bulging bags onto the ground, and more than twenty heads rolled out.

Among them were people with Turkic hairstyles, and with the Great Yan rebels scattered all over the ground, everyone realized that this kid wasn't bragging!

Everyone stared in disbelief, speechless for a long time.

"These, these, you killed all these rebel soldiers from the Great Yan?"

The squad leader asked, his voice trembling.

Zhang Yang nodded, neither humble nor arrogant.

The squad leader gasped.

That must have been more than twenty heads. You have to understand that even a hundred of them might not be able to annihilate more than twenty rebel cavalrymen from the Great Yan.

They were just ordinary people.

This is simply unbelievable!

"You, you wait here, I'll report this to our general."

After saying that, the sergeant staggered toward the central command tent.

Inside the main tent, General Li Siye was meticulously polishing his twenty-plus-pound Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword), its cold light gleaming and exuding a murderous aura.

In the Battle of Qingqu, if he hadn't led the Mo Dao (陌刀) troops in a fierce battle against the rebel cavalry, ultimately halting the Tang army's rout, the Tang army would have suffered losses far exceeding ten thousand men; the entire army might have been wiped out.

His 5,000-strong Mo Dao squad also suffered more than half of its losses.

Unlike other troops, the Mo Dao team was equivalent to the special forces of the Tang Dynasty, and could not be trained overnight.

Even if we add another hundred or so people now, it's still like a skilled cook trying to make a meal without rice.

If this continues, after one or two more major battles, the Tang Dynasty Mo Dao team, which he had painstakingly built up over half his life, will cease to exist.

"General! General!"

Squad Leader Cao Wujun burst into the main tent in a flurry of activity.

Li Siye frowned, didn't even raise his head, and asked in a cold voice.

"What's with the panic? Tell me, what's wrong?"

The Tang Dynasty's Mo Dao (陌刀) troops were fearless and never hesitated to fight. Even when the rebel army of the Great Yan attacked, it was no big deal in Li Siye's eyes.

"General, you must go out and see! A group of civilians from Guodu Town have slaughtered more than twenty Great Yan cavalrymen!"

Upon hearing this, even Li Siye became somewhat uneasy.

He slammed his long sword down on the sword rack beside him, immediately stood up, put on his long robe, and quickly walked outside.

The squad leader followed closely behind.

As the war god of the Tang Dynasty, Li Siye knew better than anyone the significance of the Great Yan cavalry.

With just over twenty cavalrymen, let alone a small town like Guodu, even three of them could be wiped out in a single night.

A group of civilians not only fought back, but also killed them all.

This is simply a miracle!

The military camp was bustling with activity. Many soldiers came to the camp gate to look at the heads of the Great Yan rebels, scrutinizing Zhang Yang as if he were a giant panda.

"Make way, make way, the general is coming!"