The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

Zhang Yang lowered the curtain, his expression changed slightly, and he turned around.

Wang Lie shouted at Sun Xing.

"You dare to call my brother by his name? Who do you think you are? If you dare disrespect my brother again, I'll chop you up!"

Wang Lie's eyes widened in fury, his gaze almost bursting with rage, which startled Sun Xing.

However, since Sun Xing was there on orders, he had no choice but to muster his courage and stammer out his words.

"If the supervising officer is unfair, then of course I can..."

Before Sun Xing could finish speaking, Zhang Yang wiped his hands and walked straight up to Sun Xing.

The voice asked calmly, "Where have I acted unjustly?"

Although Zhang Yang's tone was very calm, without a trace of anger.

But that powerful aura still made Sun Xing break out in a cold sweat and tremble slightly all over.

After a long pause, he nervously pointed to Zhang Yang's subordinate beside him and said...

"Why is it that our Dragon Martial Army is conducting training while your people are cooking in big pots and preparing food here? This is not fair."

Zhang Yang sneered, and his words terrified Sun Xing, who was soaked in sweat.

"Zhao Fuliang sent you, didn't he?"

"No, no, it's not that the supervising officer is being unfair; we came here spontaneously. Don't you agree?"

Sun Xing incited the soldiers behind him.

"Injustice, injustice, injustice..."

Zhang Yang waved his hand to quiet everyone down, and then spoke.

"My brothers have never stopped training since the day they followed me. They are working for the military now, not neglecting their training. If you are not convinced, you can challenge any of my soldiers to a duel. If you can win, I will never mention your training again."

Upon hearing this, all the Dragon Warriors fell silent, trembling with fear.

They had all heard that Zhang Yang's mere few dozen men had wiped out nearly three hundred rebel soldiers from the Great Yan.

When they encountered the rebel army of Great Yan, all they could do was flee.

Their combat strength pales in comparison.

"The training arrangements were decided by the supervising officer himself. If he doesn't explain it to us clearly, we will never be satisfied."

Although he dared not fight, Sun Xing still had the courage to speak up and refute.

Zhang Yang sighed. Just then, Guo Shitou rode a fast horse and galloped up to Zhang Yang.

Gasping for breath, Wang Lie handed him a water pouch, and after drinking from it, he slowly recovered.

He then approached Zhang Yang and said, "Brother, according to the information we've gathered, there's a rebel grain transport team from Luoyang heading towards Chang'an. The grain is being escorted by the Black Flag Army under Shi Siming of the Great Yan, numbering five hundred men, bringing the total to about eight hundred. They're not moving fast; they should reach Guodu Town in another three or four days."

The moment the words "Black Flag Army" were uttered, the Dragon Martial Army soldiers turned pale with fright.

Zhang Yang, however, said something with a calm expression.

"understood."

Then Zhang Yang spoke to Sun Xing and his group.

"We're about to go to war, but none of us brothers have a single piece of armor. I'm boiling tree bark and making paper just so I can make them a set of paper armor."

Upon hearing the words "paper armor," the Dragon Warriors were taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Paper armor? Are you kidding me? What's the use of that? I think you're just being lazy and trying to fob us off with some high-sounding excuse."

"Paper armor, one poke and it'll have a hole in it!"

"That would be more useful to just hold a plank of wood."

Zhang Yang chuckled lightly, not angry at all.

He said slowly, "How about this, tomorrow night, your Dragon Martial Army will wear your best armor, and we will wear paper armor. We will have a contest in the training ground. If the paper armor wins, we will attack the rebel army's supply convoy. Your Dragon Martial Army must obey my command."

Upon hearing that Zhang Yang was planning a sneak attack on the Black Flag Army, Sun Xing swallowed hard in fright.

He didn't dare to speak for a long time.

Wang Lie, standing to the side, sneered, "What? You don't even have this much guts? Are all of you in the Dragon Martial Army useless?"

"You, you're the one who's useless."

Sun Xing said, trembling.

"What if you lose?"

Sun Xing looked at Zhang Yang, waiting for him to speak.

After a moment's thought, Zhang Yang said decisively, "If we lose, starting with me, Zhang Yang, every brother will receive forty lashes, how about that?!"

You should know that for an ordinary person, ten strokes of the military rod would leave them covered in bruises.

Twenty strokes of the military rod meant the skin was torn and the flesh was ripped open.

Forty strokes of the military rod are practically the same as taking half a life.

Most importantly, if all of Zhang Yang's brothers, from top to bottom, were given forty strokes of the military rod, they would no longer have any reason to be arrogant, even if they stayed in the military camp.

Realizing that paper armor could never defeat the dense forest armor forged from fine iron by the Dragon Warrior Army, he readily agreed.

"Okay, it's a deal!"

Then the group of Longwu soldiers dispersed in a large group.

After the entire Longwu Army had withdrawn, Guo Shitou said with concern.

"Big brother, will this work?"

"Give me that 'ma' character, okay!"

Inside the Uyghur King's tent, upon hearing the news brought back by Sun Xing, he was completely stunned.

Paper armor?

Could it be that I misjudged Zhang Yang, and this kid is just a fraud who doesn't live up to his name?

How could he come up with such an idea?

Paper is something you can pierce with your finger in an instant, without even needing a weapon.

The armor they made would be easily slashed to pieces with a single blow.

"Did he really say that?"

The Uyghur King Moyanchuo's brows furrowed, and his expression tightened.

"Yes, Your Majesty, that's exactly what he said, and that's what he's been busy with these past two days."

"Even rattan armor seems more reliable to me. With that kind of brain, this kid still wants to fight the Black Flag Army? Isn't he just asking for death?" Mo Yanchuo said helplessly.

Just then, Zhao Fuliang, the centurion of the Longwu Army, gritted his teeth and said.

"Your Majesty, let's gamble with him! Damn it, I refuse to believe that a piece of paper armor can be more resistant than the armor of our Dragon Martial Army! When it's time for him to receive forty lashes, I'll personally officiate!"

Unable to understand, the Uyghur king had no choice but to agree.

"Alright, let's see what kind of trouble Zhang Yang can cause!"

In Zhang Yang's tent, after the paper was dried, it was covered with stiff cloth and then layered on top of it. The inner and outer layers of the paper armor were coated with mud, which would achieve a fireproof effect.

After it was made, Zhang Yang carried out a second drying and baking process.

By the time the first piece of paper armor was finished, it was already midnight.

Zhang Yang was the first to put on his paper armor, and Guo Shitou, Wang Lie, and their brothers all stood up as well.

"Alright, big brother?"

Zhang Yang nodded, then said, "Come on, let's get a bow and test the defensive capabilities of this paper armor."

The brothers looked troubled, but they couldn't disobey their leader's orders, so they brought out a light bow used by the Dragon Warrior army.

"Change to a recurve bow!"