The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

"Forty men challenging eighty, and they're even wearing paper armor! This is seriously underestimating the Uyghur cavalry and the Dragon Martial Army!"

Zhao Fuliang couldn't contain himself any longer and stood up to speak.

Zhang Yang, however, didn't care about the other party's reaction at all.

He smiled faintly and said, "We're comparing the defensive capabilities of our armor. How can you demonstrate the defensive power of my paper armor if we don't have twice the number of troops?"

Such arrogance is unprecedented and unheard of.

There are frequent battles between two armies, where each side tests its equipment and strength.

But there is no precedent for someone like Zhang Yang, who dares to challenge twice the number of troops, especially when the enemy has cavalry.

Actually, Zhang Yang did this partly to prove the quality of the paper armor.

Secondly, it proves that Zhang Yang is skilled in military command and that his men are brave and fierce.

Seeing that Zhang Yang was still sticking to his own opinion, Mo Yanchuo said coldly.

"Very well, I'd really like to see the prowess of the soldiers under the command of the supervising officer. Zhao Fuliang, go and make the arrangements."

Zhao Fuliang nodded and immediately selected the strongest team from the Longwu Army, including twenty top-notch cavalrymen from the Uyghurs.

However, it was just a friendly sparring match, and no blunt weapons or highly lethal weapons like the Tang sword were used.

Both sides used swords and spears.

Zhao Fuliang stood in front of the group, his eyes filled with malice, and gave them his instructions.

"When it starts, nobody holds back. Cut all of Zhang Yang's thugs to the ground. Then let's see what right Zhang Yang has to boss me around!"

Sun Xing cupped his hands in greeting and grinned.

"My lord, I've been waiting for this day for a long time. Look at the behavior of those people! They're all dressed like they're going to a funeral. Since they like funerals, let's help them with their funeral!"

Upon hearing Sun Xing's words, Zhao Fuliang nodded with great satisfaction, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

"Keep it up!"

After patting Sun Xing on the shoulder, Zhao Fuliang turned and left.

In Sun Xing's eyes, Zhang Yang was extremely terrifying; if you were to fall into his hands, you would be beaten with military rods.

His men were incredibly arrogant, showing no regard for the Dragon Martial Army.

He wanted to use this competition to severely suppress Zhang Yang and his group's arrogance.

Zhang Yang's brothers didn't show any emotional fluctuations; they simply put on their helmets, formed ranks, and prepared to meet the enemy at Wang Lie's command.

They then immediately formed a formation with six players on the perimeter and four players on the inside.

This was originally intended to be a mandarin duck formation used in conjunction with the wolf-tooth rake, but the wolf-tooth rake wasn't used.

Looking at the formation of Zhang Yang's men, King Moyan of the Uyghur Khaganate took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes slightly.

With Zhang Yang's command to begin.

The Longwu Army swarmed forward like flies, without any real fighting strategy.

A group of people, armed with swords and spears, wanted to pierce the paper armor and then thoroughly humiliate them.

In an instant, swords flashed and clashes filled the air, and shouts of battle filled the training ground.

Wang Lie and the others remained calm, their gazes cold and intense, radiating a powerful and chilling aura.

Wang Lie and the others did not attack immediately, but waited until the enemy's horizontal sword slashed down.

But this one strike left all the Dragon Warriors dumbfounded.

The sharp Tang sword didn't even leave a mark on the paper armor.

Even more shockingly, the spear was driven firmly into the armored mountain, bending the shaft and being forcefully pushed back.

"My goodness, are they wearing paper armor? It's so hard!"

Before they could recover from their shock, Wang Lie launched a counterattack.

"kill!"

With a single strike, the armor was pierced through, while the soldiers behind dragged the fallen Dragon Warriors into the rear.

If the blade draws blood, the opponent has lost.

To the astonishment of all the Dragon Martial Army soldiers present, the once invincible Dragon Martial Army, despite having a numerical advantage, was defeated in less than a quarter of an hour.

Their faces were covered in bruises, and their armor was riddled with holes and cuts.

If it were the heavy armor of the Tang Dynasty during the reign of Emperor Xuanzong, it might be a little better. The Longwu Army had long been disliked, and the dense forest armor they wore was nothing more than cowhide armor with a layer of iron sewn on top.

It looks pretty intimidating, but compared to the defensive capabilities of paper armor, it's like comparing heaven and earth.

Seeing the Longwu Army suffer a crushing defeat, Zhao Fuliang cursed under his breath in anger.

"Useless, all of you are useless!"

Immediately afterwards, they saw twenty Uyghur cavalrymen, carrying crescent-shaped sabers, staring intently at Wang Lie and his group.

After Wang Lie knocked down a Dragon Warrior, he raised his hand and shouted.

"Change formation!"

In an instant, the Mandarin Duck Formation transformed into a long, single-line snake formation, allowing for flexible responses to cavalry attacks.

Standing on the command platform, the Uyghur King Moyanchuo frowned and couldn't help but stand up from his throne.

He stared in shock at the soldiers under Zhang Yang's command who nimbly changed formation.

Such military proficiency was far beyond what ordinary Tang soldiers could achieve.

Looking sideways in Zhang Yang's direction, I saw that Zhang Yang still had that calm and composed demeanor.

It seems that everything should have been this way.

As the heavy scimitar fell, the cavalry captain shouted, "Charge!"

The Uyghur cavalry charged fiercely and savagely towards Wang Lie and his men.

Immediately afterward, Zhang Yang's men flexibly changed formation, pairing up in twos and using their spears instead of wolf-tooth rakes. In almost a single encounter, seven or eight cavalrymen were directly brought down from their horses.

The Uyghur scimitars could only tear one or two layers of paper when they struck the paper armor worn by the Uyghurs; they couldn't penetrate the armor at all.

Wang Lie and his men's Tang-style swords could indeed cut deep grooves into the leather armor of the Uyghurs.

However, the Uyghurs were ultimately stronger than the Longwu Army.

In individual combat, he was on par with Wang Lie's men.

Unfortunately, Wang Lie and his men did not engage in direct combat with the enemy; this was a military philosophy that Zhang Yang had always instilled in them.

Fight with your brain.

The Uyghurs were inherently deficient in joint operations, and their coordination capabilities were significantly lacking.

In just a quarter of an hour, Wang Lie and his men had taken down almost all of the Uyghur soldiers.

However, these Uyghur soldiers refused to admit defeat and insisted on fighting Wang Lie and his men to the death.

Seeing this, the Uyghur King Moyanchuo's face turned extremely ugly.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Stop!"

A military drumbeat sounded, and everyone sheathed their weapons and returned to their respective battle formations.

Unlike these people's laxity, the moment they heard the war drums, Wang Lie led all his brothers to immediately return to their original formation.

Seeing this scene, Mo Yanchuo felt a chill run down his spine.

Fortunately, they were allies of Zhang Yang. If they were enemies, and if Zhang Yang were to rise to power one day, the Uyghur cavalry would be no match for this disciplined and fierce army.