The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

The roars of the dragon and the tiger echoed all night long. The next morning, when Zhang Yang got off the bed, both women were already exhausted.

He lay on the bed and fell into a deep, listless sleep.

Zhang Yang straightened his clothes and then went into the courtyard.

The group of over a hundred people outside the hospital had already formed their ranks and were ready to depart.

Zhang Yang glanced back at the room, took a deep breath, and walked forward.

Guo Shitou led over a reddish-brown warhorse, and Zhang Yang mounted it.

The sound echoed throughout the entire village.

"Set off!"

The large group headed towards the Uyghur military camp, arriving at noon.

However, contrary to expectations, not only was there no welcoming party, but they were also stopped outside the military camp.

The military camp was extremely large, unlike Li Siye's Mo Dao troops, and even contained some wooden buildings.

Anyone who didn't know better would think they had arrived at a bustling market town.

The soldiers were very lax and undisciplined, and many of the Uyghurs were drunk. Zhang Yang even saw women urging them on in the camp.

This is clearly a military prostitute kept by the Uyghurs.

Zhang Yang gave a bitter smile, his face darkening.

What advantage can such a team gain in a major battle?

"Go and tell the Uyghur King that the Tang military supervisor, General Zhang Yang, has led his troops to garrison the camp. Tell the Uyghur King to come and see him immediately."

Seeing that the other party was completely ignoring him, Guo Shitou walked to the front of the military camp and shouted angrily.

A Uyghur soldier looked them up and down and said coldly.

"Just wait!"

He turned and headed towards a very elaborate wooden house in the military camp.

"You son of a bitch..." Seeing the other party treat Zhang Yang so disrespectfully, Guo Shitou was instantly enraged, and his brothers were also burning with anger.

"Stone!"

Zhang Yang gave a shout and then dismounted from his warhorse.

Leading the horse forward.

"Since you're new here, there's no need to confront them directly. Those who achieve great things must be able to endure."

Hearing Zhang Yang's words, Guo Shitou and his brothers gritted their teeth and endured it.

After a short while, instead of seeing the Uyghur King, a general from the Longwu Army walked out with a smile.

"Oh, it's the military supervisor! My apologies for not recognizing you. Please come in. The centurion has already prepared a place for you."

Zhang Yang's expression darkened slightly as he followed the Dragon Warrior and his brothers into the military camp, all the while forcing a smile.

"Where are the Uyghur king and your commander?"

"The King and the commander are discussing matters in the main tent and are unable to come, so they specially sent me to greet you."

As they passed the house, Zhang Yang and his group clearly heard bursts of singing, dancing, and laughter coming from inside.

Zhang Yang understood immediately.

The other party simply couldn't be bothered to see him; to put it bluntly, they didn't take Zhang Yang seriously.

Zhang Yang wasn't angry and continued walking forward.

At this moment, soldiers from all the tents came out and looked at Zhang Yang and his group as if they were monkeys.

Pointing and whispering.

Guo Shitou and his gang felt extremely uncomfortable under their gaze.

Before long, the group was led to a large open space.

Apart from a few tattered tents, there was a stable next to the open space, which smelled terrible and made the brothers feel nauseous.

"We've arrived, Your Excellency. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."

"Stop right there!"

Guo Shitou and his brothers could no longer hold back.

With a whoosh, a group of people rushed forward, completely surrounding the Dragon Martial Army soldiers.

"What do you mean? You think you can just give us these two tattered tents and call us a day? What, do you think we're beggars?"

Upon hearing this, the centurion of the Dragon Martial Army snorted coldly.

Their attitude made a complete 180-degree turn.

"Nobody forced you to come. Besides, it's wartime now. We're already being generous by squeezing out this little space for you. These two tents were obtained with great difficulty by the centurion from the Uyghurs. If you're not happy, go find the Uyghur king!"

"Let's find it!"

Guo Shitou and his brothers were furious and planned to confront the He people.

"stop!"

Zhang Yang shouted angrily, and Guo Shitou and the others dared not take another step forward.

Zhang Yang spoke calmly to the centurion.

"Go back and tell the commander of the Longwu Army and the Uyghur King that I am very satisfied with their hospitality. However, I would also like to warn them that as the supervising officer, I will not tolerate any injustice. Starting tomorrow, the Longwu Army and the Uyghur Army must begin training. If there is any slackness, I will not let them off lightly."

Upon hearing Zhang Yang's words, the centurion merely snorted coldly and turned to leave.

After those Dragon Martial Army soldiers left, Guo Shitou angrily threw the horizontal sword at his waist to the ground.

"Dude, this is fucking outrageous!"

Zhang Yang, however, spoke calmly.

"In the army, prestige is paramount. We haven't fought a single battle here, how can they be convinced? Shi Tou, Hu Zi, and Xiao Lu, after you've settled in, the three of you take about ten cavalrymen out to scout and see if you can find any trace of the rebels. We need to establish our authority through battle!"

Hearing that their eldest brother planned to fight a great battle to show the Longwu Army and the Uyghurs as soon as he arrived, the brothers' interest was immediately piqued.

"Take down the tents, mend and patch them where necessary. It's chilly at night, don't let the brothers catch a cold. Each team, set up camp. Without my permission, no conflict is allowed with the Longwu Army or the Uyghurs for the time being. Violators will be dealt with according to military law!"

"promise!"

After the order was given, the brothers began to unpack their bags and set them away.

Zhang Yang sat on a bare rock, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, pondering what to do next.

At this moment, Wang Lie strode over.

"Brother, Shi Tou and the others are out on reconnaissance, what should I do?"

Zhang Yang looked up at Wang Lie and invited him to sit down with him.

Among the brothers, Wang Lie was the oldest, and naturally more mature and steady.

Therefore, Zhang Yang did not arrange for him to go out, but instead had him stay and prepare for an important event with him.

"I have something to tell you."

"You know about paper mulberry trees, right?" Zhang Yang asked, because he had once read about the process of making paper armor in an ancient book from the late Southern Song Dynasty, and paper mulberry trees were the best material for making paper armor.

"I know, the Qinling Mountains are covered with these things, aren't they?" Wang Lie said with a puzzled look.

"Have your two sisters-in-law issue a new task: have the villagers cut down the paper mulberry trees in the Qinling Mountains, peel off the three layers of bark, and leave only the middle white fibrous layer. Remember, I only want this layer. After it's peeled, transport it all to the military camp."

"Brother, what do you need this for?"

"We can't rely on others to provide armor for now; we'll have to make our own!"