The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

With the source of saltpeter secured, the brothers quickly collected basket after basket of it.

Like charcoal and sulfur, Zhang Yang also had the village workers grind it into powder.

Zhang Yang made the outer shell out of clay, and carefully put the three raw materials into the clay shell according to the mixing ratio, using cotton wool thread as a guide.

In this way, they made a dozen or so clay bullets.

At night, all the brothers gathered together at the training ground in Guodu Town.

However, none of them knew why their elder brother had summoned them here.

A flurry of whispers and chatter ensued.

Zhang Yang waved his hand, and Guo Shitou shouted angrily, "Shut up, listen to your big brother!"

Then Zhang Yang placed the clay bullet he had made in his hand; it felt heavy.

"Today I'm going to show you a new weapon. The reason I called you all here in the middle of the night is because I'm afraid the news will leak out."

With a dark expression, Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and said.

"Those Uyghur barbarians have been slaughtering us Tang people indiscriminately, almost wiping out the entire village of Ximan. We can't just let this go. What do you all say we should do?!"

"Kill the barbarians and avenge our fellow villagers!" the crowd roared in unison.

"My second aunt was from Ximan Village. Her entire family was killed. My poor thirteen-year-old cousin was tortured to death by the Uyghurs. I swear I will not rest until I avenge this!"

"My seventh aunt's entire family of thirteen was slaughtered by those beasts, they didn't even spare the infants. If we can't avenge our fellow villagers, what's the point of being soldiers!"

The brothers were united in their hatred of the enemy and wished they could devour the Uyghurs alive.

This is exactly the effect Zhang Yang wanted.

Then Zhang Yang dragged the clay ball around and showed it to everyone.

Everyone looked surprised.

"Brother, is this the new weapon? It doesn't look very effective. This thing is less useful than a rock."

Guo Huzi frowned and asked with a puzzled look.

Guo Shitou went up and knocked Hu Zi on the head.

"You brat, why are you making such a fuss? Just do what your brother tells us to do. Are you smarter than your brother?"

Tiger lowered his head, muttering to himself with a wronged expression.

"It's just not as useful as a stone."

Seeing this, Zhang Yang wasn't angry. After chuckling a few times, he walked over to Hu Zi's spot and patted him on the shoulder.

"Kid, open your eyes wide and watch carefully."

As he spoke, he pulled a tinderbox from his waist and lit the fuse.

With a flash of sparks, Zhang Yang hurled the clay bomb dozens of meters away.

I plugged my ears and almost couldn't help but laugh at the blank expressions on the faces of the brothers around me.

The brothers had never seen this thing before, let alone knew its dangers. They just stared blankly at the spot not far away, unable to understand what was so powerful about it.

A few seconds later, a deafening explosion rang out not far away.

The shock caused everyone to experience temporary deafness and mental disorientation.

It took a while for everyone to come to their senses.

"My goodness! Did the Thunder God drop his Heaven-Shaking Hammer? That's incredible!"

Everyone looked at the eldest brother, Zhang Yang, who then finally took his hands off his ears.

Everyone then realized what was happening.

My brother is really cunning.

"Let's go take a look."

Zhang Yang led his brothers to the scene of the explosion.

Everyone was stunned. The clay bomb not only blasted the surrounding rocks into rubble, but also left a crater in the ground.

With that kind of force, if there were anyone around, they would have been blown to their death.

Now the brothers finally understood.

Why did the older brother come looking for them in the middle of the night?

"The watchtowers of Tuntian Fort are easy to defend and difficult to attack. If we try to force our way in, we'll be in big trouble and lose many brothers. So let's use these things to cause chaos first, then charge in and wipe them out."

Everyone nodded vigorously. With this thing, they wouldn't have anything to fear, not only the Uyghur soldiers but also the rebel army of Great Yan.

Zhang Yang glanced at his brothers, then his gaze fell on Hu Zi.

"Tiger, didn't you just say this thing was worse than a lump of rock?"

Tiger's face darkened, and he scratched his head sheepishly, thinking that his older brother was scolding him.

"I'm not blaming you, I just want you to try it. Find a rock, throw it out, and hit the first fork of that tree trunk at the intersection."

Now it was Tiger's turn to have a problem.

Pointing to the tree, he said, "Brother, that branch is so high and so far away, how could it possibly hit you?"

Zhang Yang didn't say anything, but picked up a stone from the ground.

He stretched out his arm and threw it out with a whoosh.

It hit the bullseye perfectly, without any deviation.

The brothers present were all dumbfounded. The power and accuracy were incredible.

Zhang Yang said earnestly, "Throwing this thing into the watchtower is much harder than hitting this tree branch."

Zhang Yang cannot do everything himself.

He must train a group of brothers whose combat capabilities rival those of special forces.

Only in this way can one gain a foothold in a chaotic world.

Guo Huzi gritted his teeth, picked up a stone, and threw it with all his might.

As a result, they didn't even touch the bark.

The other brothers also tried, and almost all of them perished.

Just then, Zhang Lu came out and said in a simple and honest way, "Brother, let me give it a try."

Zhang Yang nodded, picked up a stone, and handed it to Zhang Lu.

Zhang Lu narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a whoosh, he threw it out, hitting the tree branch squarely.

Everyone looked at Zhang Lu with disbelief.

Everyone knew this kid was very strong, but they didn't expect him to be so accurate.

"Hehe, brother, I've been helping landlords herd sheep since I was a kid. We raised them in pens, and I practiced with pebbles."

Practice makes perfect.

Zhang Yang nodded in satisfaction and patted Zhang Lu on the shoulder.

"Xiao Lu, pick ten men from among our brothers to form a grenade throwing team. When we fight the Uyghurs, you will be in charge of throwing grenades."

Zhang Lu chuckled foolishly.

"Thanks, brother, I've become an official."

Then Zhang Yang called Guo Shitou over: "Shitou, these next few days, add two more hours to your training time, specifically for archery practice. Don't slack off at all, understand?"

Guo Shitou nodded vigorously.

"Don't worry, brother, the brothers will definitely not let you down."

Just then, Guo Shitou, holding a clay bullet, asked with great interest.

"Bro, what's this thing called?"

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Yang smiled and said, "You just said it looks like the Thunder God's hammer, so let's call it Thunderclap!"

Actually, he wanted to call it a grenade!

But this is the Tang Dynasty after all; the Heaven-Shaking Thunder is better!