The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

Zhang Yang had just washed his face early in the morning and hadn't even had time to dry it when Guo Shitou rushed into the yard.

After wiping his face, Zhang Yang asked in surprise.

"What's wrong? Why are you so nervous?"

"Brother, a scoundrel named Zheng San has brought some Uyghurs here. They're saying that our Guodu Town is slacking off and has neglected their farmland, and they want to hold the village chief accountable."

Upon hearing the news, Zhang Yang grabbed his knife and rushed out of the courtyard without saying a word.

Without turning his head, he yelled at the two women who had just walked out of the room, "I'm going out on errands. You two eat breakfast by yourselves."

After leaving the village, in addition to the nine brothers from the original village, all the brothers he had recruited at the market also gathered together.

They all received Zhang Yang's share of grain and were determined to work for him.

"Where?" Zhang Yang asked anxiously.

After all, the village chief Guo Wei had been incredibly kind to him and was a highly respected elder in the village; he absolutely could not allow anything to happen to him.

"Brother, that Zheng San has taken everyone to the town, saying he wants to show the whole town what happens when you don't obey orders."

"Let's go to town!"

Zhang Yang shouted, and his brothers set off for the town in a grand procession.

When they arrived in town, they discovered that it wasn't just the Uyghurs who had come, but also the Longwu Army, and over a hundred people from Dujiabao had come to watch the spectacle.

Village chief Guo Wei was tied to a wooden stake like that. In addition, there were two village chiefs from several neighboring villages, Dongjia Village and Lujiazhuang Village.

There were about seven or eight Uyghurs, more than a dozen Longwu soldiers, and then there was the grain collection team organized by Zheng San, a rogue, which numbered about twenty.

At this moment, Zheng San, the lackey, walked to the front of the crowd and acted like a bully.

"As everyone knows, the thousands of acres of fertile land in our Guodu Town were bestowed upon the Uyghurs by the imperial court. All the people of Guodu Town are obligated to cultivate the land and pay taxes to the Uyghur military camp free of charge. But this Guo Wei has dared to be so audacious as to order the people of Guojia Village to tend their own meager two acres of land first, offending the Uyghur lord! He must be severely punished!"

Just to the east of Guodu Town, there is a military camp, mainly inhabited by Uyghurs and a portion of the Longwu Army.

The Northwest Army and the Shuofang Army looked down on the Longwu Army, so they simply let them follow the Uyghurs.

They settled in Liangtian Village, Guodu Town, and built a military settlement there.

There were about twenty Uyghurs and forty Longwu soldiers inside, who were stationed in the military camp.

Firstly, by guarding this fertile land and military granary, they could easily exploit the people.

Although Tuntian Fort is not large, it is high in elevation and thick in walls, making it suitable as an observation post along the way.

Originally, the Uyghurs didn't care much about the cultivation of the fertile fields here, but recently Zheng San has been getting on their good side, sending them wine and food.

That kid's a real rascal!

He was thinking of using the Uyghurs to climb the social ladder!

Thus, the scene unfolded as the Uyghurs were incited to cause trouble for Guojia Village.

Zheng San dragged a long horsewhip up to the village chief Guo Wei and said arrogantly.

"Old man, you just wait and see. Your current predicament is all thanks to Zhang Yang from your village. Do you think you have the power to oppose me, Zheng San?"

Guo Wei, however, remained neither humble nor arrogant, and spat a mouthful of ancient phlegm right in Zheng San's face.

"Bah! Zheng San, you're helping the Uyghurs bully a villager! You're a beast! And you want to go after Zhang Yang? Do you even know who Zhang Yang is?"

Village chief Guo Wei looked smug.

Zheng San gave a disdainful sneer.

"Who is he? Is he some kind of Heavenly King himself?"

"He's the head of our town, appointed by General Li Siye of the Modao Brigade!"

Zheng San was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Village head? Bullshit! Appointed by Li Siye himself? General Li is the God of War of the Tang Dynasty, what does he know about Zhang Yang? Let me tell you, stop pretending to be a big shot! I'll beat you to a pulp today, break your bones and rupture your tendons, then you'll know how powerful I, Zheng San, am!"

As a member of the Dragon Martial Army stepped forward and shouted "Execution!", Zheng San raised his riding whip and lashed it at Guo Wei.

At the same time, a sharp arrow shot through the air.

He accurately shot the horsewhip out of Zheng San's hand.

With a clang, it was nailed directly to a wooden board not far away.

Zheng San was thrown to the ground by the powerful force and scrambled to his feet.

Seeing that a wide road had been cleared in the crowd, Zhang Yang led a large group of his brothers over.

He immediately pointed at Zhang Yang, who was not far away, and shouted, looking disheveled.

"Sir, sir, this is the man who instigated the disturbance and led the villagers to refuse to work!"

The Uyghur leader, Shahudan, narrowed his eyes slightly, emanating a chilling killing intent.

He slowly drew his scimitar, and seeing this, the Dragon Warriors beside him also drew their Tang-style swords from their waists.

For a moment, the atmosphere was tense and oppressive, like two needles clashing.

The surrounding people were shocked to see Zhang Yang and his gang of young men carrying bows and knives.

How dare these kids from Guojia Village be so bold?

Don't you die?

"Zhang Yang, don't be ridiculous. The old man can take a few lashes; don't ruin things!"

The old village chief, Guo Wei, roared angrily at Zhang Yang.

He knew that these Uyghur soldiers were invited by the Tang Dynasty, and if Zhang Yang killed them all, it would be a huge problem.

If things escalate like this, even his powerful patron, General Li Siye, might not be able to protect him.

Looking at Guo Wei's old and weathered face, Zhang Yang couldn't bear it in the end.

He slowly sheathed his knife, and his brothers followed suit.

Seeing this, Zheng San sneered, assuming that Zhang Yang had run away.

He swaggered up to Zhang Yang and said arrogantly.

"Zhang Yang, you think you're so tough? You think you're tough? In front of the Uyghur lord, you're nothing! Kneel down now, kowtow to me, and I'll release your village chief today."

Zhang Yang's face was ashen, and he completely ignored the other party's insults.

He said it, word by word.

"I'll count to three, then release them."

"So what if you count to a hundred? You can't kill me in front of the Uyghur lord, can you? My neck is right here, go ahead and chop it!"

Zheng San looked disdainful, not believing that Zhang Yang would dare to make a move in this situation.

They were completely unaware of the seriousness of the problem.

"three."

"two."

"one."

"Even if you count to a hundred more, I'll..."

Before Zheng San could finish speaking, a cold glint flashed across the sky.

Zheng San opened his eyes wide, feeling a wave of dizziness.

The next second, the body was decapitated, and a round head fell directly to the ground.

It rolled down to the feet of the Uyghur man.

Shahudan could no longer remain calm and shouted through gritted teeth, "How dare you!"