The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

In an instant, Zhao Fuliang broke out in a cold sweat, and the alcohol sobered him up considerably.

He knew all too well the power of that punch; it could knock even a bull to the ground instantly.

Was it really caught so easily by Zhang Yang with just one hand?

"impossible!"

Zhao Fuliang thought to himself.

Immediately afterwards, another fist rushed towards Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang tilted his body and delivered a sudden shoulder strike, sending the man flying dozens of meters away.

The impact, as powerful as Mount Tai crashing down, slammed Zhao Fuliang hard onto the ground with a dull thud.

Zhao Fuliang could barely breathe, his face turning blue and purple in turns.

After a long while, he let out a muffled cry, feeling as if his whole body had been smashed to pieces, unable to move.

The Dragon Martial Army soldiers who had been watching the spectacle all changed their expressions when they looked at Zhang Yang.

This guy's fighting skills are too high.

They all felt they possessed the extraordinary prowess of Li Siye.

Previously, no one could understand how such a proud and unruly hero as General Li Siye could become sworn brothers with a country bumpkin.

Now, I understand the reasoning behind it to some extent.

"Where is the Dragon Martial Army Enforcement Team?!"

Zhang Yang shouted, and soon seven or eight people rushed over in a panic.

"Drag Zhao Fuliang away and administer military court-martial! If you miss a single stroke, I'll hold you all accountable!"

The officers of the enforcement team were trembling with fear. Besides the powerful and terrifying aura emanating from Zhang Yang, the fact that he was the military supervisor of the Tang Dynasty and that he was dealing with a drunk officer was perfectly reasonable!

"Can't you hear what I'm saying? Or are you all trying to break military law too?!"

"promise!"

After they finished speaking, they immediately dragged Zhao Fuliang away.

Soon after, Zhao Fuliang's hysterical screams of pain could be heard from afar.

The Uyghur King Moyanchuo, who was watching the commotion from afar, narrowed his eyes slightly, and a chill emanated from him.

Sure enough, Zhang Yang is no ordinary person.

"Keep practicing!"

After a furious shout, the Longwu Army immediately perked up and trained even harder.

When Zhang Yang returned to his camp, Wang Lie had already delivered a truckload of the tree bark Zhang Yang needed, living up to expectations.

Looking at the layers of white fibers, they shimmered with a snowy white luster under the sunlight.

Zhang Yang nodded in satisfaction.

"Set up a large pot, add lime water, and boil it."

At Zhang Yang's command, the brothers immediately got to work.

During this period, large amounts of tree bark were also hauled into the military camp from time to time.

Although paper was already quite common in the Tang Dynasty, it was still not something that ordinary people could afford, and it was very expensive.

The most important paper used was basically mulberry bark paper or hemp bark paper, which was not tough or hard enough.

After being beaten with military rods, Zhao Fuliang lay on the bed, wailing in pain.

A series of footsteps sounded, and Zhao Fuliang subconsciously shut his mouth and turned his head sharply.

They relaxed only after discovering that the visitor was the Uyghur king.

Mo Yanchu chuckled and said with a disdainful look, "What's wrong? Are you so scared by the military supervisor? You're just seeing things."

"Afraid of him? If I hadn't been drinking, it's hard to say who would have gotten the better of whom!"

Zhao Fuliang said defiantly, then pulled on his back, making him wince in pain.

"Still being stubborn? I think Zhang Yang is up to no good. If you don't come up with a way to deal with him, it won't be long before your entire Dragon Martial Army has defected to him."

As for Mo Yanchuo, he looked down on the Longwu Army and didn't think they could accomplish anything.

But the moment Zhang Yang made a move, he felt a deadly threat.

The Longwu Army might be willing to serve as dogs for the Uyghurs, but Zhang Yang's side, though only a little over a hundred strong, would never do the same.

Once Zhang Yang takes control of the Dragon Martial Army, it's uncertain who will be in charge of the military camp in the future.

Hearing Mo Yanchuo's words, Zhao Fuliang gradually calmed down.

At this moment, Mo Yanchuo reminded him, "I see that Zhang Yang and his men are not training their troops. Instead, they are hauling clean tree bark into the military camp truckload after truckload. I wonder what kind of conspiracy they are plotting."

"Tree bark? They can't even afford food? That's not right, isn't he stationed at a military settlement? How could he be out of food?"

Zhao Fuliang frowned and said with a surprised look.

"All you ever think about is eating. I think there's something fishy about this. Besides, it's just us training, they're not. You can use this to cause him some trouble."

Upon hearing that he was going to cause trouble for Zhang Yang, Zhao Fuliang turned pale with fright.

My butt still hurts, why would I go looking for trouble with him?

However, he thought that if he didn't take action, he might really lose his prestige in the Dragon Martial Army.

Zhao Fuliang gritted his teeth and forced himself to get out of bed.

"Sun Xing, Sun Xing, get your ass in here!"

Sun Xing rushed in from outside, his face beaming with a fawning smile, "Sir, what brings you here?"

"You, you take a bunch of brothers and go check on Zhang Yang. If they haven't trained, make trouble for them. As the supervisor, how can he explain himself when his own men aren't training!"

Sun Xing pointed to himself with his finger, his face filled with fear and disbelief.

"I?"

What's the difference between this and sending Xing Daorong from the Three Kingdoms to fight Lü Bu one-on-one?

"Just go when we tell you to. Why all the nonsense? This time we have a valid case and we're not afraid of him acting recklessly. Besides, if he can't set an example, will the thousands of brothers in our Dragon Martial Army listen to him?"

Sun Xing thought about it and agreed.

After all, they only had about a hundred men, so they probably wouldn't dare to incite a mutiny.

Zhang Yang kept increasing the heat and boiling it until the bark was soft like noodles, then he pounded it into pulp.

Then they added shell powder, tung oil, glutinous rice flour, and other ingredients.

Wang Lie, who was standing to the side, remembered the ingredients and quantities, but he was completely bewildered.

"Brother, what are you doing in here? It's not like we're making tree bark porridge."

Zhang Yang said this while stirring the large pot.

"Adding shell powder allows the paper toy to remain intact even after soaking in water for three days and three nights, and it can still be used after drying, solving the problem of it tearing when exposed to rain. Adding tung oil increases its hardness; remember pouring tung oil onto the bamboo brush handle? Glutinous rice flour thickens the toy, and its hardness is further enhanced after drying."

Once he felt it was about right, Zhang Yang began using a specially made bamboo screen to make paper, ensuring that the paper was of uniform thickness.

"Let me tell you, Wang Lie, I'm not exaggerating. This kind of paper armor is impenetrable, not even by a recurve bow, let alone arrows."

In fact, this paper armor could even withstand firearms, but since we don't have the means to make firearms yet, there's no need to tell Wang Lie.

Upon hearing that it possessed such hardness, Wang Lie was also shocked.

He quickly helped his older brother use a bamboo screen to make paper and dry it in the sun.

Just then, a large wave of Longwu Army soldiers, led by Sun Xing, marched over in a grand procession.

"Zhang Yang, you, you come here!"