The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

As the flames drew closer, the Great Yan cavalry had arrived beneath the watchtower of Tuntian Fort.

Led personally by General Xue Song, the army was vast and imposing.

Seeing that there was no movement in the entire Tuntian Fort, Xue Song reined in his horse and raised his head arrogantly.

"Flying Tiger Claws! Leap straight into the fortified tower! Kill them all, leave no one alive! Avenge Centurion Dingguo!"

Upon hearing Xue Song's voice, Zhang Yang grinned.

The other party also stumbled upon this by accident; they never expected that the other party would be the enemy who killed Shi Dingguo on the spot by the Uyghur soldiers.

Just as the Great Yan cavalry were swinging their grappling hooks with ferocious force, Zhang Yang, carrying a torch, walked from the watchtower onto the city wall.

Wang Lie followed closely behind.

He chuckled and said, "Who dares to be so bold as to attack my Tuntian Fortress?!"

Xue Song paused for a moment, then glanced at Zhang Yang, who was holding the torch.

Seeing that the other person was dressed as a Uyghur, they concluded that he was the Uyghur leader here.

He said with a disdainful look, "I didn't expect you to be on guard."

"I am Xue Song, a general under General An Shouzhong, the governor of Xiangzhou, and the mighty general. I have personally led my troops here. Why don't you open the city gates and surrender immediately! If you dare to resist, I will make you all turn to ashes."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang burst into wild laughter.

Xue Song was indeed a formidable general with outstanding military achievements, and he was a real historical figure.

It's just not very honorable.

"Oh my, who do we have here? It's General Xue! My apologies for not recognizing you! You've come all this way to attack our small garrison town. I should give you face and open the gates to welcome you. Unfortunately, someone disagrees."

"Anyone who disagrees! I will cut them in two!"

Xue Song said with a sinister look, but he didn't understand why Zhang Yang was wasting his breath on him.

Of course, Zhang Yang had his own plans: to stall the enemy and allow the brothers inside the fortified tower to make full preparations.

"It's General Xue Rengui, the Duke of Pingyang who pacified the Tianshan Mountains with three arrows!"

When the An Lushan Rebellion broke out in the fifteenth year of the Tianbao era of the Tang Dynasty, Xue Song, who had not been given important positions during the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, harbored resentment towards the Tang Dynasty and thus defected to An Lushan.

He fought bravely and made many great contributions, and was promoted to Prefect of Xiangzhou and General of Might and Valor, serving under An Shouzhong.

But his grandfather was Xue Rengui, a famous loyal minister and general of the Tang Dynasty.

What he couldn't stand the most was people using his grandfather's defection to the rebels to humiliate him.

"If the old general knew this in the afterlife, he would surely climb out of his coffin and teach you, his unfilial descendant, a lesson you won't forget!"

These words thoroughly enraged Xue Song.

Holding a large sword, he roared, "Insolence! Attack the city! After it falls, leave no one alive!"

Just as he drew his sword and shouted this, a sharp arrow shot out directly from beside Zhang Yang.

With a sharp whooshing sound, it shot directly towards Xue Song.

In his rage, Xue Song never expected Zhang Yang to resort to such underhanded tactics.

He hurriedly used his broadsword to parry, but even with his timely reaction, it was too late.

The arrow missed its vital point but instead struck Xue Song's arrowhead at an angle.

A sharp pain shot through him, and Xue Song roared in agony as he fell from his horse.

"Xue Song, today I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your grandfather, you unfilial grandson! Do it!"

Zhang Yang retreated back into the watchtower.

Dozens of arrows, each bound with a thunderbolt, shot into the herd of horses.

Several generals of the Great Yan were helping Xue Song to his feet, but Xue Song, enduring the excruciating pain, shouted, "Don't worry about me, go and fight the enemy! Fight the enemy!"

But just as he shouted this, explosions erupted all around, and sparks flew everywhere.

Before the three hundred cavalrymen could even figure out what was happening, they were blown to pieces.

The sounds of horses neighing and roaring mingled together, creating a deafening roar.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yang's men showed no mercy.

The recurve bow in his hand emitted a series of whooshing sounds as it cut through the air.

A large number of Yan cavalrymen were shot dead in the chaos.

More often than not, it was because the warhorses were startled, causing people to fall off and be trampled into mud.

Because it was night, no one knew how badly they were injured; only the iron nails and shrapnel from the explosion had pierced almost everyone's body.

Everyone felt the threat of death in an instant.

In an instant, morale collapsed, and everyone lost the will to fight.

Xue Song, who had originally thought he could easily take Tuntian Fort, suddenly realized that the situation was hopeless.

With the help of his men, he mounted his horse.

He shouted at the panicked Yan cavalry, "Retreat! Retreat back to Chang'an!"

However, these cavalrymen had never seen anything like the Thunderclap Thunder before, and they thought it was a divine intervention. They were completely panicked and fled in disarray.

In the end, Xue Song only managed to take away a little over a hundred cavalrymen.

"Brother, let's go out of the city and chase the enemy!" Guo Shitou said, unable to contain himself.

As a result, Zhang Yang glared at him fiercely.

He shouted sternly, "You remember this! On the battlefield, my words are law! I didn't say to pursue the enemy, so you'd better stay put!"

Guo Shitou had never been reprimanded like this by his elder brother before, and he immediately shut his mouth.

Zhang Yang only shouted loudly after he saw the scattered torchlight slowly shrink and disappear.

"Open the door, kill the enemy!"

With a roar from Zhang Yang, the brothers rushed down from the watchtower.

Open the gate and finish off the remaining enemies.

The vast majority of the soldiers who did not escape were injured or stunned by the thunderbolt.

They had very little fighting power. Guo Shitou and his gang swarmed them and killed them all in less than fifteen minutes.

Bathed in the bright moonlight, the area outside the small Tuntian Fort was already ablaze with crimson.

Zhang Yang slashed horizontally with his sword, ending the last remaining Great Yan rebel soldier standing.

Then he turned around and said earnestly.

"Warfare is based on deception. Xue Song just had over a hundred cavalrymen. What if it was a trap to lure us out? Can we, with only a few dozen men, hold off over a hundred cavalrymen?"

Zhang Yang was just worried that his men would be blinded by their victory and launch a rash attack.

Even after giving prior notice, Guo Shitou still almost lost his patience.

Guo Shitou walked up to Zhang Yang with his head hanging low, and said with a look of shame.

"Big brother, I'm sorry, I will never disobey your orders again."

Seeing Guo Shitou covered in blood, Zhang Yang's anger subsided considerably.

He patted Guo Shitou on the shoulder and said, "It's alright, just remember this lesson."

Then, Zhang Yang pointed to the corpses of the Great Yan rebels and said with a smile.

"Hang all the corpses of these Great Yan rebels on the archway of Guodu Town! I want to make the Great Yan rebels tremble with fear!"