The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

Although no one knew how Zhang Yang managed to make armor out of wood, the eldest brother never missed a chance.

"Understood, brother. I'll make the arrangements right away."

Wang Lie readily agreed.

Zhang Yang stood up and looked at the Uyghurs and the Dragon Martial Army, all of whom were wearing armor, while his own brothers were dressed in plain clothes.

His eyes turned sharp and sinister.

"Dragon Warriors, Uyghurs, I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

……

In the residence of the Uyghur king, King Moyanchuo was holding fine wine and embracing a beautiful woman.

In the middle of the banquet, Zhao Fuliang, the centurion of the Longwu Army, personally danced the Qin King's Breaking Formation Dance with the dancers to entertain the Uyghur King.

Mo Yanchuo said with a smile as he drank.

"Brother Fu Liang, your dancing is getting better and better."

As Zhao Fuliang danced, he said with a smile, "I respectfully perform this dance for Your Majesty."

"Okay, okay, okay!"

The surrounding Uyghur leaders also burst into laughter, clapping and cheering.

Just then, the centurion of the Dragon Martial Army walked in.

Mo Yanchu snapped his fingers, and the dance stopped.

"Brother Fuliang, come back and rest."

Zhao Fuliang sat back down with a fawning expression, then turned to look at Centurion Sun Xing and asked.

"Sun Xing, have you taken them to settle in? That Zhang Yang kid, is he jumping up and down in anger?"

Sun Xing said with a fawning expression.

"Your Majesty, Commander, you didn't see it. Zhang Yang's men were so angry they were about to vomit blood, their faces were pale. But this is Your Majesty's territory after all. How could they, a bunch of outsiders, possibly cause trouble? They were already intimidated by Your Majesty's might."

Mo Yanchuo raised an eyebrow. The other party only mentioned the reaction of Zhang Yang's subordinates, but not Zhang Yang himself.

Didn't Zhang Yang feel any resentment?

"He's not even as good as his men. He claims to be very satisfied with the king's arrangements. But, but..."

"Why are you stammering! Speak!"

Mo Yanchuo shouted angrily.

After all, while others might not know Zhang Yang's record, he knew it very well.

Regardless of the methods used, a few dozen men defeated three hundred rebel cavalrymen from the Great Yan.

This person would never be so spineless.

"He said he was the military supervisor of the Tang Dynasty and told us to intensify our training starting tomorrow and not to slack off, or he would not let us off easily."

Before Mo Yanchuo could speak, Zhao Fuliang said with a disdainful look.

"Give him a feather and he'll think he's all that. In this military, merit counts, and men are power. What does he have? He's just a bunch of vagrants and bandits. Does he think he can boss people around here? Good heavens!"

Mo Yanchuo pondered for a moment, then waved his hand.

"Even if we don't give him face, we have to give Li Siye face. It just so happens that we have indeed neglected military training recently. Starting tomorrow, we will get back to training. Don't let this kid find a handle to complain to Commander Guo and the Prince of Guangping. After all, you Han people love to gossip behind people's backs."

In reality, this was a humiliation of all the Dragon Martial Army leaders present.

But the Dragon Martial Army soldiers still greeted them with smiles.

"Your Majesty is right. We can't let this kid get hold of us. Tomorrow morning, I'll have the brothers start training."

Zhao Fuliang said with a forced smile.

Mo Yanchuo took a deep breath, picked up a glass of wine, took a sip, and his eyes flickered uncertainly.

……

The following day, the Longwu Army and the Uyghur soldiers began their training.

Zhang Yang, acting as a military supervisor, also inspected the area.

However, those Dragon Warriors were weak and listless when trained, lacking any morale, and were no match for the thugs at the village entrance when they fought.

The Uyghur soldiers were trained to fight as cavalry, so they were somewhat similar in skill.

However, in Zhang Yang's eyes, it was full of flaws.

The Uyghur cavalry appeared fierce, but their individual bravery was limited; as a whole, they were like a disorganized mess.

If the game is going well, there are no problems. However, once a strong opponent is encountered, there will be significant issues with teamwork.

Once the central army is breached, the entire force will collapse at the first touch.

Just as Zhang Yang was on his inspection tour, Zhao Fuliang, the highest-ranking officer of the Longwu Army and a centurion, staggered up to Zhang Yang, reeking of alcohol.

Centurion Sun Xing, who was standing beside him, quickly introduced them.

"Your Excellency, this is Zhao Fuliang, the commander of our Dragon Martial Army."

Zhao Fuliang smiled dismissively.

He began, "My lord, I was enjoying drinks with the Uyghur King yesterday and really didn't have time to pick you up. You won't be angry with me, will you?"

Zhang Yang glanced at Zhao Fuliang, his face expressionless.

They bypassed Zhao Fuliang and continued their inspection.

In Zhao Fuliang's eyes, this was extremely rude.

Turning to Zhang Yang, he angrily rebuked, "Zhang, what the hell are you so arrogant about? You've only got yourself into Li Siye's good graces! In terms of seniority, I joined the Dragon Martial Army ten years ago, protecting the Emperor Emeritus, defending Chang'an, fighting against the rebels, and achieving numerous military exploits. You've only killed a few rebels, so what are you pretending to be a veteran for!"

"Sir, sir, you've had too much to drink. Let me take you home." Centurion Sun Xing saw Zhao Fuliang start arguing with Zhang Yang as soon as he arrived.

Fearing he might cause some serious trouble, she quickly pulled him away.

But Zhao Fuliang persisted and showed no intention of leaving.

He was often neglected by the Tang army's upper echelons and bullied by the Uyghurs, and he had long harbored a lot of grievances in his heart.

There's nowhere to scatter it.

Zhang Yang, a simple countryman, was promoted to guerrilla general and became their military supervisor after only a few fierce battles.

Of course he'd target him!

At this moment, Zhang Yang slowly turned around and looked at Zhao Fuliang calmly.

"Drinking and causing trouble in the army! Men, drag Zhao Fuliang away and give him twenty lashes!"

Zhang Yang originally had no interest in dealing with Zhao Fuliang, a piece of trash. He wanted to fight a battle to make the guy submit and then rectify military discipline.

But since this old guy insisted on coming at him, Zhang Yang can't be blamed for being ruthless.

"Hit me? Who do you think you are! I'm going to beat you up again today! I'll show you that being a general in the Tang Dynasty isn't so easy!"

As he spoke, Zhao Fuliang swung his fist and punched Zhang Yang.

Meanwhile, not far away, the Uyghur King Moyanchuo was watching this scene with his arms crossed and a mocking expression on his face.

If Zhang Yang loses, then he doesn't need to stay in this military camp anymore; he can just go back to Guodu Town and farm.

Zhao Fuliang appeared unsteady on his feet, but his steps were actually powerful. He was just trying to use the influence of alcohol to give Zhang Yang a hard time.

Just as he was about to rush in front of Zhang Yang, he suddenly became agile and threw a powerful punch straight at Zhang Yang's chest.

"This is the centurion's signature move, the Monument-Breaking Fist. No one has ever been able to withstand this move!" Sun Xing said proudly.

But what happened next left everyone dumbfounded.

Zhang Yang formed a tiger claw with one hand and firmly gripped the powerful punch.

"Fight me? You're not worthy!"