The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

The soldiers of the Mo Dao team immediately dispersed, making way for a wide road.

A burly general, over two meters tall, strode over with a brisk, powerful stride.

Zhang Yang was also deeply shocked.

The Great Tang War God was indeed like a true god; otherwise, he could not have led the charge in every battle and been invincible.

Zhang Yang admired such a general from the bottom of his heart.

He cupped his hands in greeting and solemnly said, "This humble subject, Zhang Yang, pays his respects to General Shentong."

Li Siye waved his hand: "No need for formalities."

As he spoke, Li Siye bent down and began to examine the heads of the Great Yan cavalrymen on the ground.

When he saw a human head, his brow furrowed slightly.

He grabbed it directly, then gave a wry smile.

He threw it on the ground and looked at Zhang Yang with a smile.

"Zhang Yang, do you know who you killed?"

Zhang Yang shook his head slightly: "Aren't they just some ordinary rebels from the Great Yan?"

"Ordinary? This man is named Shi Dingguo, the first cavalry centurion under An Shouzhong, known as the 'Hundred-Man Killer.' His cavalry are among the elite of the Great Yan rebel army."

Li Siye narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You're something else, kid!"

When everyone heard that Zhang Yang had killed An Shouzhong's first cavalry centurion, the entire camp erupted in cheers.

Countless soldiers of the Tang Dynasty died at the hands of this man.

Unexpectedly, he was killed by Zhang Yang, a mere commoner.

All the soldiers no longer underestimated Zhang Yang, but instead showed him great respect.

Border troops like the Anxi Army did not judge heroes based on their origins.

Whoever has the ability to kill the enemy is the hero in everyone's eyes.

Zhang Yang's achievement is enough to earn everyone's respect.

However, Li Siye narrowed his eyes slightly and then questioned in a cold voice.

"How did you kill these rebel soldiers from the Great Yan?"

Zhang Yang had already prepared his reasons on the way and responded directly.

"At that time, the rebel army of Great Yan and the soldiers of Longwu Army were locked in a fierce battle. The Longwu Army was completely wiped out by them. We took advantage of their victory celebration to launch a surprise attack on them with bows and arrows and managed to win by luck."

A stroke of luck?

Such words might fool ordinary people, but they couldn't fool Li Siyuan, the war god of the Tang Dynasty.

If it were really as simple as Zhang Yang said, then what would be the point of having their Mo Dao team?

"Let me see your bow."

Zhang Yang nodded and waved to the back, and his brothers walked over, carrying the corpses of Long Wujun.

Li Siye had no interest in even glancing at the corpses of Longwu Army.

It's no surprise that a bunch of incompetent fools would die under the blades of the Great Yan cavalry.

"Bring one of our bows over here so General Li can take a look."

Guo Shitou then handed a recurve bow to Li Siyuan.

Li Siye took it and his face immediately showed surprise.

He remarked, "This bow is quite heavy."

Then Li Siye took a bow and arrow from a soldier next to him, nocked it, and drew it to its full extent.

It shot towards a lantern 400 meters away with a whoosh.

The arrow struck the lantern squarely, and thunderous applause and cheers erupted throughout the camp.

"The general is incredibly brave."

"The general is invincible."

Only Li Siye understood that the reason he was able to hit such a distant target was not entirely due to his amazing arm strength.

The most important thing is the function of this bow.

"What a fine bow! What an amazing bow! Are all the bows you have like this?"

Zhang Yang nodded.

Li Siye was greatly alarmed. If the entire Mo Dao team were equipped with this kind of bow, or if a unit could use this kind of bow to support the Mo Dao team, how could the defeat at Qingqu have occurred?

Thinking of this, even Li Siye couldn't suppress his curiosity.

"Zhang Yang, where did you get this bow?"

It is important to know that in ancient times, a fine bow and arrow could not be made unless it was crafted by a master craftsman.

However, Zhang Yang spoke calmly.

"I came up with it myself."

Upon hearing this, Li Siye froze on the spot.

It feels like Zhang Yang is playing a trick on him, the invincible general.

Zhang Yang's men also said repeatedly, "General Li, this thing was really made by my elder brother. If it weren't for this bow, we wouldn't have been able to defeat those rebels from Great Yan."

Li Siye looked at Zhang Yang with a face full of astonishment and admiration.

Damn, what a talent!

The Mo Dao team was currently short of talent, and Li Siye immediately had the idea of ​​recruiting them.

He stepped forward, smiled, and patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder.

"Brother Zhang, it's windy here. How about we go to my tent for a chat? Men, tell the cooks to start cooking and prepare plenty of wine and meat for Brother Zhang Yang. Tonight, I'm going to drink with Brother Zhang Yang until we're both drunk."

As he spoke, he grabbed Zhang Yang's wrist and pulled him toward the central command tent.

The rest of Zhang Yang's brothers were also welcomed into the military camp by the centurions and chiliarchs of the other Mo Dao squads, where they ate meat and drank wine.

Inside the central command tent, before long, whole platters of beef and mutton were brought out.

Because the Mo Dao team had the strongest fighting power, their food and treatment were also the best in the entire Tang army.

Li Siye, however, said modestly.

"Brother Zhang, the cooks in the army are just rudimentary. Their skills are nothing compared to the famous chefs and restaurants in Chang'an. You'll have to make do with this."

Zhang Yang almost burst out laughing.

These people were all struggling to make ends meet, and they had to thank God that they could eat meat.

Li Siye actually thought that he was disgusted by him.

"General, you're too kind."

Zhang Yang was hungry after a long day, so he picked up a piece of hand-pulled mutton and started eating.

Seeing Zhang Yang's eating habits, Li Siye raised a glass of wine to toast Zhang Yang.

He downed the drink in one gulp and said with a smile.

"How magnificent, Brother Zhang! It's truly a pleasure to have met you."

After a short while, seeing that Zhang Yang had almost finished eating, Li Siye finally spoke.

"Brother Zhang, you shouldn't stay in that small place like Guodu Town anymore. I think you should join my Mo Dao Brigade. I'll give you the position of centurion. You'll train a battalion of archers who can use your divine bows, mainly to support our Mo Dao Brigade and become our Tang Dynasty's trump card. What do you say?"

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

After just one encounter with a recurve bow, Li Siye knew that it could definitely become a deadly weapon on the battlefield.

Just as he was looking at Zhang Yang with anticipation, waiting for his agreement, Zhang Yang simply waved his hand.

"The Mo Dao Team? A path to certain death, I have no interest."

Upon hearing this, Li Siye's face immediately turned cold.

The Mo Dao team is his pride, and even more so, the pride of the Tang Dynasty.

In Zhang Yang's words, it had become a path to death, which was simply intolerable!

However, Li Siye did indeed need a talent like Zhang Yang, so he had no choice but to suppress his anger and ask in a deep voice.

"Brother Zhang, why is our Great Tang Mo Dao Brigade on a path to death?"