The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

As soon as the sky darkened, Zhang Yang led his men on their way.

Upon arriving outside Tuntian Fort, the two-story watchtower could be seen from afar.

Tuntian Fort covers a considerable area. In addition to the watchtower at the front, it is surrounded by thick earthen walls with hidden holes for people inside to shoot arrows.

Zhang Yang watched from afar and couldn't help but sigh.

"Those sons of bitches, those Uyghurs, they've built this fortified settlement into something quite impressive."

He thought to himself that his current overall strength was not enough, otherwise he would have built a cannon directly.

One shot blasted their earthen walls to smithereens.

There's no need to go through all that trouble.

Zhang Yang stayed far away, not in a hurry to go forward.

Guo Shitou, unable to contain himself any longer, asked, "Big brother, when are we going to make our move?"

"Wait a minute." Zhang Yang lay on a slope, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, glancing at Tuntian Fort from time to time.

About fifteen minutes later, wisps of smoke rose from the Tuntian Fort.

Zhang Yang suddenly looked up and immediately said, "Now! Proceed according to my previous plan. Stone, listen to me carefully: do not light the fire until you hear the deafening explosion of the thunderbolt ahead."

Guo Shitou nodded vigorously, and he and Hu Zi immediately led their respective squads to sneak towards the rear of Tuntian Fort in two directions.

Zhang Yang, along with seven or eight people, slowly pushed a small cart forward.

Zhang Lu and Wang Lie leaned against the slope, keeping a distance from Zhang Yang and his group, and followed closely behind.

Sure enough, after Zhang Yang and his group walked for a while, a group of night patrol soldiers came over and gestured for them to stop.

Zhang Yang glanced at the distance; it was less than two hundred meters from the city gate of Tuntian Fort.

"What are you doing!"

A member of the Dragon Martial Army, carrying a torch, stepped forward.

When he saw that it was Zhang Yang, he was startled and quickly reached for the weapon at his waist.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Brother, don't panic, don't panic, I'm here to bring you wine and food."

As he spoke, Zhang Yang lifted the tattered cloth on the cart and looked through it in the dim torchlight. There were indeed some wine jars and food.

However, the Dragon Warrior still dared not relax his vigilance.

"Zhang Baozhang, what do you mean by this? I remember we not only have no relationship, but we also have some past grievances. You're sending meat here, is this some kind of trap?"

Upon hearing this, some of the brothers following Zhang Yang visibly looked somewhat uneasy.

They are fearless in charging into battle, but when it comes to acting in front of the enemy, their mental fortitude is somewhat lacking.

Zhang Yang quickly stepped forward and enthusiastically put his arm around the shoulder of the Dragon Warrior.

He chuckled and said, "Brother, you're being too polite. We're all soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, how could we have any major grudges? After that incident, General Li Siye reprimanded me and told me to get along better with you. That's why I've come here specifically to apologize to you."

Hearing Zhang Yang say this, and seeing his sincere expression, I realized that...

The Longwu Army soldiers immediately believed most of it.

One of the patrolling Longwu soldiers said with a mocking expression, "Now you know the pot is made of iron? Let me tell you, even the Mo Dao team has to give face to the Uyghur lords. You're just outsiders, what right do you have to boss the Uyghur lords around?!"

"That's right, that's right," Zhang Yang said, bowing his head repeatedly, his attitude extremely humble.

However, in a corner where the other party could not see, Zhang Yang's face was gloomy and terrifying, exuding a strong killing intent that could erupt at any moment.

"Alright, we've accepted the things. Come over here and move them inside."

Then, the leader of the Longwu Army spoke with an arrogant yet wary expression.

"However, this is a military stronghold, so you still cannot enter. I will inform the Uyghur lord about your offering of tribute."

"Yes."

Upon seeing the cart full of wine and meat, the Longwu soldiers became so excited that they rushed forward to move the wine jars and the prepared food boxes.

That is, they put all their tools away and focused all their attention on the food in their hands.

Zhang Yang's face finally revealed a chilling murderous aura, and his brothers on either side unanimously drew the daggers from their waists.

It was done with almost no effort.

A cold glint flashed behind him, and before the other person could react, a bloody gash appeared on their neck.

With his trachea severed, he didn't even have the strength to make a sound before Zhang Yang and his men dragged him and dumped him in the fields.

Just then, the sentry who had been watching the area from a distance noticed something amiss.

Just as he was about to shout, several powerful arrows shot out and pierced the opponent's vitals.

He died on the spot, beyond any hope of survival.

It was Wang Meng who led the archers to provide reinforcements.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang reacted quickly and kicked the cart over.

Weapons were scattered on the ground. The brothers picked them up and immediately ran forward.

As the crowd charged, the archers reacted swiftly, rapidly unleashing arrows that felled the soldiers on the city walls.

Immediately, the soldiers in the garrison also gradually realized what was happening.

A deafening sound of gongs and drums filled the air, and a large number of Uyghur soldiers immediately rushed up to the watchtower.

Seeing that the distance had reached the range of the Thunderclap Bomb, Zhang Yang shouted to Zhang Lu and his group behind him.

"Little Lu, throw the grenade!"

Inside the watchtower, Centurion Sha Hudan was in command, shouting at his men.

"Don't panic, don't lose your composure! These fools are courting death! They dare to attack Tuntian Fortress! Today, we'll make sure they don't leave alive! Archers, fire! Fire!"

"Judging from their appearance, there are only a few dozen people. If I'm not mistaken, these are Zhang Yang's gang of hooligans from Guodu Town. Today, we'll take their lives and bring their heads to Li Siye. I want to see what Li Siye will say this time!"

Shahudan said through gritted teeth.

It seems we've been waiting for this day for quite a while.

"My lord, the enemy's offensive is fierce, and their archery skills are excellent. Should we send troops to the military camp for reinforcements?"

A low-ranking officer of the Dragon Martial Army said in a flustered manner.

As a result, Shahudan kicked the man over.

"What are you afraid of! They don't even have siege equipment. Our Tuntian Fortress is an iron fortress; even if they had three heads and six arms, they couldn't break in!"

Just then, several objects that looked like stones, with scattered sparks, were thrown in through the arrow slits of the watchtower.

Shahudan watched from afar, his brows furrowed.

Have these hooligans lost their minds?

Using stones to attack Tuntian Fortress? Are they trying to turn themselves into human catapults?

Just as Shahudan turned away with a disdainful look, preparing to deploy his troops and strike the enemy, deafening explosions rang out behind him, and flames shot into the sky.

He was thrown against the wall.