The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

The moon rises in the east, and the Milky Way shines brightly.

In Zhang Yang's small courtyard, all ten of his brothers from Dujia Village who had followed him had gathered together.

In addition, Zhang Rourou and her brother Zhang Lu were also sitting next to them.

The table was laden with various kinds of wine and meat, as well as two rather large fresh fish.

For people like them, it was more than enough.

Guo Shitou took the initiative to pick up his wine bowl, stood up, and began the conversation.

"Come on, everyone, let's all raise a glass to our leader and congratulate him on his promotion to guerrilla general!"

With Stone's suggestion, the brothers all stood up to congratulate their elder brother.

Zhang Yang only had one word.

"drink."

Everyone drank it all in one gulp, then sat down and began to feast.

Zhang Yang looked melancholy, and his brother Wang Lie, sitting next to him, could tell that his older brother had something on his mind.

So he asked.

"Big brother, what's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

"No." Zhang Yang shook his head, picked up his wine bowl, and clinked it against Zhang Lie's.

He said wistfully while drinking.

"This afternoon, the military camp sent some clothes, but when I asked them for armor, they said that the soldiers of Guodu Town are so brave that they don't need armor at all."

It's important to know that in ancient times, armor was the most crucial item on the battlefield.

The survival rate of soldiers with armor and those without armor is drastically different.

Historically, the worst punishment for civilians who possessed weapons was a severe beating, but the worst punishment for possessing armor was execution of the entire family.

They had fought several small battles before, but they hadn't had many direct confrontations with the enemy.

The Great Yan rebels also had Mo Dao (陌刀) units, not to mention their archer battalions.

Even though they possessed new weapons like the Thunderclap Bomb, without armor, their lives were as fragile as grass in large-scale battles.

"How about we ask General Li Siye for help?"

A hint of worry appeared on Wang Lie's face.

Zhang Yang waved his hand without hesitation.

"We can't ask the General for everything. I'll handle the armor issue."

After thinking for an entire afternoon, Zhang Yang finally came up with a solution for the armor: to make it using paper.

The military camp is located near the dense Qinling Mountains, so it is not difficult to obtain the raw materials for making wood pulp and paper armor.

Most importantly, the layered paper armor is not only lightweight and inexpensive, but also provides strong protection and is highly adaptable, making it suitable for both infantry and cavalry.

Most importantly, Zhang Yang had made paper armor when he was a special forces soldier. The paper armor, which was treated with a special process, had strong fire and explosion resistance and could even withstand the attack of a flamethrower.

It is many times better than those Tang Dynasty armor-piercing weapons.

However, Zhang Yang still had his own concerns.

"I'm not so concerned about the armor anymore. What I'm worried about now is the Dragon Martial Army. These sons of officials don't take us seriously at all. They can't even unite with their own people from the Tang Dynasty, so how are they supposed to command those Uyghurs?"

As he spoke, a chilling murderous intent flashed in Zhang Yang's eyes.

However, Zhang Yang's bloodthirstiness stemmed mainly from the fact that sometimes, circumstances forced him to kill to establish his authority.

It all depends on who's blind and runs into it.

"Brother, don't worry about these things. With your prestige and abilities, those Dragon Martial Army soldiers and Uyghurs dare to bare their teeth at you? I'll go up there and slap them both across the face!"

Guo Shitou, who was drunk and swaying, said...

Zhang Yang chuckled. With these brothers around, he did indeed feel more confident.

However, with the time for the Battle of Xiangji Temple drawing ever closer, I must train a disciplined army.

We also need to produce a batch of paper armor, new-style swords, and muskets; only in this way can we stand out in the great battle.

To lay the foundation for a future period of chaos.

Currently, given the resources of Guodu Township, there is clearly insufficient modern swords to mass-produce firearms.

The Uyghurs do have a lot of iron ore, but they definitely won't hand it over obediently.

We need to establish our authority among them in order to have any possibility of further development.

As night deepened, the brothers returned to their homes to prepare for their journey to the military camp the next day.

Zhang Yang returned to the bedroom and saw his two wives sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed), weeping uncontrollably.

Seeing the pear blossoms in the rain made Zhang Yang feel sad.

Zhang Yang put his arms around the two women and said earnestly.

"My wife, I don't want to be separated from you either, but I can't disobey military orders. There are many inconveniences in the military camp, so I can't take both of you with me."

Given the two ladies' beautiful faces, it's inevitable that many troubles will arise in that den of wolves and tigers.

It's not that Zhang Yang can't protect them, it's just that this would create a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Liu Qiao'er stretched out her two slender hands, hugged Zhang Yang's neck, and sobbed.

"After only a few days of peace, we have to part again. Qiaoniang is reluctant to leave her husband."

How could Zhang Yang bear to part with it?

He could only pat Liu Qiao'er's head and gently comfort her.

"I'll miss it too. But don't worry, it won't be long before the Tang Dynasty takes Chang'an, and our good days will begin. When that time comes, I will definitely live a good life with you."

In fact, Zhang Yang knew very well that after the Tang Dynasty captured Chang'an, it was a series of wars.

The suppression of the An Lushan Rebellion alone took eight years, followed by the wars against Tibet and the Uyghurs, the separatist rule of regional warlords, the eunuchs' monopoly of power, and factional strife...

In short, the Tang Dynasty was like a dying patient, clinging to life but not quite dying.

That was all Zhang Yang could do to comfort his two wives.

At this moment, Liu Yun'er shook her head.

"My husband is a great hero, how can he be burdened by the love between men and women? Qiaoniang and I are just reluctant to part with him, not that we necessarily want to keep him by our side."

Wiping away the tears from his wife Liu Yun'er's eyes, Zhang Yang was also deeply moved.

He admired his wife's profound sense of justice.

"My husband, please rest assured that after you leave, I will definitely manage Guodu Town well with my sister, and I will certainly not let you down."

Both ladies came from scholarly families and were well-educated and reasonable, so this was not difficult for them.

Zhang Yang nodded and instructed, "Move as many people as possible from Guodu Town to Tuntian Fort to reinforce the city walls. If war breaks out, the people will have a place to hide. If the rebels attack Tuntian Fort, notify me and the Mo Dao team immediately. Nothing serious will happen."

"I've got it," Liu Yun'er said, biting her red lips.

Just then, Liu Qiao'er looked at Zhang Yang with her bright, watery eyes, and after a long while, she said somewhat shyly.

"My lord, let us both stay tonight. Let us work harder to help you produce an heir and continue the family line."

Zhang Yang's eyes lit up, and he chuckled.

"That would be perfect."