The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

Early in the morning, a group of young men were practicing their martial arts in the dilapidated training ground of Guodu Town.

Zhang Yang did not teach them any particularly advanced or difficult combat techniques. After all, although many of these people had practiced martial arts since childhood, some of them had only done farm work since they were young.

The quality varies greatly, and the average person's cultural literacy is not high. Teaching overly complicated skills would be counterproductive.

After selecting some of the best players, Zhang Yang would give them special training in order to cultivate future leaders.

"Every move he makes is like a lion pouncing on a rabbit, or a tiger descending the mountain!"

As he spoke, Zhang Yang quickly threw a few punches.

Powerful and swift, without the slightest hesitation, each move is deadly.

The biting wind, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, left everyone stunned.

I admire this village headman from the bottom of my heart.

That's how men are. If you have real skills, I'll truly admire you. But if you're just all show and no substance, even if others don't say it, they'll still be resentful.

"Did you see that clearly? Just remember one thing: from now on, every enemy you encounter will be after your lives. What are you going to do then?!"

"Take his life!"

The synchronized, deafening sounds echoed throughout the training ground.

"Keep practicing! Two more hours!"

At Zhang Yang's command, the sounds of martial arts practice echoed across the training ground once again.

There was no other way; Zhang Yang had to quickly improve the combat effectiveness of these young men. Only in this way could he prevent them from being injured or even killed on the battlefield.

Just as Zhang Yang was inspecting his brothers' martial arts practice, his wife Liu Yun'er came running over.

Seeing his wife trembling and her breasts swaying wildly, Zhang Yang quickly ran forward and held her down.

"Slow down, slow down, you're almost out."

Liu Yun'er blushed deeply, and it took her a while to remember what she wanted to say.

"My lord, some people in the village have already cut down the bamboo and brought it back."

"Okay," Zhang Yang said with a smile. Money really can make the devil turn the millstone.

No sooner had the news of the bamboo purchase been spread than villagers began cutting down and bringing back the bamboo.

With such execution capabilities, Zhang Yang estimates that it will take less than half a month, and he can complete the production of all the wolf-tooth rakes required by the Mo Dao team in about seven days.

"Take me to see it."

Zhang Yang specially opened a purchasing center in Guodu Town, behind which was a very large blacksmith shop.

For this reason, Zhang Yang specially invited blacksmiths Sun and Du, as well as blacksmiths from several surrounding villages, to come over.

In addition, not far away is a bamboo processing plant.

When Zhang Yang arrived at the purchasing site, dozens of villagers had already returned, dragging back bamboo of various sizes and thicknesses.

"Village Chief!" The villagers looked at Zhang Yang excitedly.

Zhang Yang nodded, stepped forward, looked around the crowd, and finally found a bamboo pole that could be used to make a wolf-tooth spear.

Then he picked it up and said, "No matter what kind of bamboo you cut this time, I'll buy it for five large pieces per bamboo. But from now on, I only want bamboo of this thickness, with a hard texture and lush foliage. Everyone, please take note!"

Zhang Yang held the bamboo pole above his head, and everyone immediately noted down its dimensions.

The Mo Dao team bought the wolf-tooth spears at a price of two taels of silver each. This batch of wolf-tooth spears alone could bring back a thousand taels of silver.

Moreover, he may need even more in the future, and he can not only support the people, but also make a fortune from it.

"Understood, sir."

Then someone came over carrying a large bucket of tung oil, and said with a simple smile.

"Chief, this tung oil is what I've been saving up. Do you think we can use it?"

Golden yellow with red tinges, it's clearly top-quality tung oil.

After nodding in satisfaction, he turned to his wife, Liu Yun'er, and said, "Give this old man one tael of silver."

Early in the morning, the Mo Dao team sent someone to deliver the required iron ore and a deposit of three hundred taels of silver.

Tung oil has many uses; even if it's not used in weapons, it's still a top-quality medicinal ingredient.

Although one or two taels of silver was a considerable sum for ordinary people during times of war, it was truly remarkable that they were able to save up this barrel of tung oil.

Liu Yun'er immediately took out a tael of silver from her sleeve and handed it to the old man.

Upon seeing the gleaming silver, the old man immediately knelt down before Zhang Yang.

"Thank you, Chief Village Head."

Reaching out to help the man up, Zhang Yang said kindly, "Uncle, you don't need to do this. This is what you deserve. Go back and tell the villagers to send me any good quality tung oil they have, and I'll buy it at this price."

The old man left, tears streaming down his face, clutching the silver.

At this moment, Guo Shitou and his brothers arrived at Zhang Yang's place, their foreheads covered in sweat.

Zhang Yang glanced at the group and gave a wry smile.

"What's wrong? It hasn't even been two hours, and you can't take it anymore?"

Guo Shitou shook his head like a rattle drum.

"No, no, big brother, there's something I need to tell you." Guo Shitou wiped the sweat from his brow, looking uneasy.

"Don't say anything yet, come and take a look."

Zhang Yang, looking excited, carried two bamboo poles to the blacksmith's shop.

He raised his eyebrows, picked up a bamboo pole, and said to Guo Shitou.

"Stone, cut it down."

Guo Shitou looked surprised, not knowing what his elder brother meant, but since his elder brother had spoken, he would just do as his elder brother said.

He slowly drew his knife and slashed down hard at the bamboo.

The knife failed to cut through it.

"This bamboo is really tough," Guo Shitou remarked.

Zhang Yang smiled faintly: "This is exactly the kind of hard bamboo I want. Give me another one!"

This time, Guo Shitou put in all his strength, gripped the knife with both hands, and with a bang, his hands trembled as he barely managed to cut the bamboo in half.

Zhang Yang didn't say anything, but simply poured the tung oil into a container and heated it on the blacksmith's furnace.

When the oil temperature is about right, slowly pour the hot tung oil onto another bamboo stick.

The bamboo immediately emitted a series of crackling sounds, and at the same time, it absorbed all the tung oil.

After doing all this, set the bamboo aside and let the tung oil on it air dry.

After being dried, the bamboo coated with tung oil has a bright golden hue and shines brilliantly.

Feeling that it was about time, Zhang Yang picked up the bamboo again and waved to Guo Shitou.

"Again."

Guo Shitou still gripped the knife with both hands, his eyes slightly narrowed, and with a loud shout, he slashed at the golden bamboo.

when!

When the two instruments came together, they produced a clear, metallic sound.

At the same time, Guo Shitou's sword was deflected, his hand went numb, and only a small notch was left on the bamboo pole.

Guo Shitou asked in shock, "Brother, this is amazing! This thing can even be used as a weapon on the battlefield."

"This is just one coat of tung oil; the entire manufacturing process requires ten coats to produce a spear shaft that is impervious to swords and spears!"

Upon hearing this, Guo Shitou was even more shocked. Only then did he understand why his elder brother used a bamboo pole instead of an iron pole. Most importantly, even the Mo Dao team would probably not be able to swing such a long iron pole.

This time, Zhang Yang looked up and asked, "What were you trying to say?"

"Last night, the Uyghurs massacred the entire village of Ximan in an act of revenge."