The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment.

He wasn't without ideas about the military stronghold; the territory there was large enough to allow for greater development, and he naturally wanted to lead his brothers there to expand.

However, the vast majority of them were Uyghurs, numbering around four thousand.

The Longwu Army has about a thousand men.

Moreover, with the Uyghur king in command of the army, and the garrison town now in the hands of his brothers, things are really not going to go smoothly.

"If I take command of the Uyghur military camp, will they listen to me?"

Zhang Yang cut off a piece of beef and put it in his mouth to chew.

"This matter depends on your ability. However, you will be in charge of the military camp in the name of a Tang general. Even if the Uyghur king does not obey your orders, he will still have to give you face. Moreover, there are many resources there, so you can expand your power legitimately and also keep an eye on those Uyghurs for our Tang Dynasty."

At this point, Li Siye couldn't help but sigh.

"Those Dragon Martial Army soldiers have long since become spineless dogs, the henchmen of the Uyghurs who act as accomplices to the tiger. It's time for someone to make them understand what the spirit of the Tang people is like."

Zhang Yang nodded slightly.

To put it bluntly, Li Siye also knew that it was impossible for Zhang Yang to completely control the Uyghurs.

But at least having an officer to monitor the Uyghurs and prevent them from doing anything wrong is a good thing.

If Zhang Yang were capable, he could even unite the disorganized Longwu Army under his command.

After the two clinked glasses again, Zhang Yang agreed.

"Fine, but I want the power of life and death in the military!"

Without rules, nothing can be accomplished; one must have something in hand to deter the army.

Li Siye frowned slightly.

"I will try my best to help you with this matter. I even need to discuss your trip to the military camp with several important figures. However, given your achievement of killing nearly two hundred rebel soldiers from the Great Yan, there is hope for this."

"Thank you, brother."

"Don't thank me yet. When the Tang army and the rebels clash, you'd better not try anything funny..."

Before Li Siye could finish speaking, Zhang Yang immediately issued a military order.

"Don't worry, brother. If I can't pull off something amazing, I, Zhang Yang, will give you my head as a wine jug!"

"Well done, that's spirited! Let's have another drink!"

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Inside the commander's tent at the Tang army's main camp.

Prince Li Chu of Guangping, Guo Ziyi, commander of the Shuofang Army, and Li Siye, a general with superb skills, are discussing and planning the location and time for engaging the rebels.

King Moyanchuo of the Uyghurs stormed into the tent, his face contorted with rage, and slammed the scimitar in his hand to the ground.

The Prince of Guangping raised his eyebrows slightly, looking puzzled.

"Your Highness, Commander, our Uyghur stronghold has been captured! The officials sent to collect grain said that all the soldiers in the stronghold have died in battle, and now there is a group of unruly Tang commoners of unknown origin in the stronghold. We Uyghurs can no longer help the Tang Dynasty in attacking the rebels!"

The expressions on their faces instantly turned cold.

Before long, the Tang Dynasty planned to go to war with the rebel army of the Great Yan.

The Uyghurs are now backing down, which is just adding to the Tang army's troubles.

"There is no joking in the army. King of Uyghurs, is this a momentary impulse, or is it your true intention?"

With a single sentence, General Guo Ziyi immediately made the Uyghur King Moyanchuo lower his head.

He dared not say anything more for a long while.

Once the Uyghur army withdraws, they will not only be enemies of the Great Yan, but also enemies of the Great Tang.

Most importantly, the Uyghur Khaganate was not a unified regime, but rather a union of countless tribes. The four thousand cavalrymen in this instance were a collective effort from all the tribes.

They've already withdrawn before they've even reaped enough benefits.

Not only would the tribal leaders disagree, but it's highly likely that even Moyanchuo, the Uyghur Khan, would be unable to remain in power.

At this moment, Prince Guangping, who had a past relationship with Moyanchuo, quickly smiled and smoothed things over.

"King of the Uyghurs, please calm down. Is there some misunderstanding here?"

Just as he was calming down Mo Yanchuo, Li Siye stepped forward and spoke.

"King of the Uyghurs, didn't your quartermaster, who was sent to procure provisions, receive them?"

The Uyghur king said irritably, "I got it."

"That settles it then. I know about this matter. Some time ago, the Great Yan rebels attacked Tuntian Fort, and all the Uyghur and Longwu soldiers were killed in battle. Don't worry, the Great Tang will provide all the compensation due."

First, give him a sweet treat. When the Uyghur king heard that he would receive a pension, his anger subsided somewhat.

"Later, it was the militia of Guodu Town, an offshoot of our Mo Dao team, who wiped out nearly three hundred rebel cavalrymen from the Great Yan and fought desperately to recapture Tuntian Fort. It is only natural that they control Tuntian Fort now."

These words shocked not only the Uyghur King Moyanchuo.

Even Guo Ziyi and the Prince of Guangping looked on incredulously.

It's almost unbelievable that a local militia could fight against the Great Yan cavalry and kill nearly three hundred of them.

Of course, Li Siye also exaggerated his sworn brother Zhang Yang's story a little.

"Oh, I never imagined there would still be such a loyal righteous army for our Great Tang. How many people are in this army, and who is their leader?"

The Prince of Guangping asked with a hopeful expression.

After all, having more strength could potentially change the course of the battle.

A militia capable of annihilating three hundred Great Yan cavalrymen must have at least a thousand, or even several thousand, members.

"Their leader is my sworn brother, Zhang Yang, the head of the village in Guodu Town."

Upon hearing this, Guo Ziyi nodded slightly with an appreciative expression.

It is a blessing for the Tang Dynasty that a mere village head could possess such loyalty and righteousness.

"They, there are more than forty of them."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of Prince Guangping and Guo Ziyi immediately changed.

The Uyghur king burst into laughter: "General, are you kidding me? Forty-odd men wiped out nearly three hundred Great Yan cavalry and even took Tuntian Fort back from them? Do you think the prince and the commander are fools?! It's clearly them who usurped our territory! While my Uyghur warriors were holding off the Great Yan cavalry, they seized the opportunity to occupy Tuntian Fort!"

Li Siye, however, spoke with neither arrogance nor servility.

"This is indeed unbelievable, but based on my understanding of my sworn brother Zhang Yang and his men, it's not an exaggeration. The corpses of those Great Yan cavalrymen are still hanging on the archway of Guodu Town. If the Uyghur King doesn't believe me, go and see for yourself!"

Coming from Li Siye's mouth, even if the story seemed unbelievable, it gained a 70% degree of credibility.

Instantly, the Uyghur king lost his nerve.

Guo Ziyi walked excitedly to Li Siye.

"Siye, is this person you're talking about truly capable?"

Li Siye nodded, then whispered in Guo Ziyi's ear, "He founded my Wolf Brush Army."

A few days ago, when Guo Ziyi went to inspect Li Siye's Mo Dao troops, he became very curious about the new Wolf Brush Army.

After watching the drill, I am convinced that it will play a significant role on the battlefield in the future.

Upon learning that the founder was Zhang Yang, Guo Ziyi no longer doubted that there was any truth to it.

He exclaimed with deep emotion, "Heaven blesses our Great Tang!"