The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

"King of the Uyghurs, Zhao Fuliang, is it our side that will prevail, or...?"

The armor was removed piece by piece and presented.

A quick comparison is enough for anyone who isn't blind to see the difference in quality.

The paper armor was only slightly torn and almost intact, while the leather armor with iron plates was tattered and mangled.

Some even said that it would be almost impossible to use it again.

"You win!" Zhao Fuliang said through gritted teeth, extremely unwilling.

The Uyghur king, Moyanchuo, was speechless, as the disparity in strength was simply too great.

After pondering for a moment, Mo Yanchuo smiled and said, "I never imagined that armor made of paper could have such high defensive capabilities. I wonder what method Supervisor Zhang used to make it."

Zhang Yang glanced at Mo Yanchuo, knowing exactly what the other was thinking.

They simply wanted to find out the process of making paper armor so they could later equip it on the Uyghur army.

Zhang Yang knew very well that after the Battle of Xiangji Temple, the Uyghurs would massacre Chang'an and take away a large number of Chang'an people to serve as slaves.

He would never do something that would backfire.

He turned around, smiled faintly at Mo Yanchuo, picked up a paper armor and said with a smile.

"King of the Uyghurs, look, there's really no trick to this paper armor. It's just a matter of putting multiple layers of paper together. If you're interested in this kind of thing, I'll have someone send a few good ones to your military tent later."

Seeing Zhang Yang's dismissive expression, Mo Yanchuo's face instantly turned cold.

The other party wasn't falling for his tricks at all.

If it's just one or two pieces of armor for self-defense, what would he need them for?

"Your Excellency, you're being far too stingy..."

Zhao Fuliang, who was standing to the side, spoke up directly.

Zhang Yang didn't bother arguing with the other party at all, and instead sneered.

"Zhao Fuliang, remember our agreement. Afterwards, your Longwu Army will be under my command to launch a surprise attack on the Black Flag rebels."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fuliang froze on the spot.

Only when Zhang Yang spoke did he remember.

I was drenched in cold sweat, my heart pounding with tension.

They couldn't even handle ordinary rebels from the Great Yan, so why were they sent to deal with the elite Black Flag Army of the Great Yan rebels?

Isn't that just courting death?

"I've said it before, there's no joking in the army. The Uyghur King can attest to this. Disobeying orders and defying superiors—what crime is that? Do I need to tell you, Zhao Fuliang?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it was powerful and resonant.

Zhao Fuliang swallowed hard, his face ashen.

A crime punishable by death!

Go there, and perhaps you'll survive by sheer luck.

If he doesn't go, Zhang Yang might actually kill him on the spot.

Zhao Fuliang reluctantly knelt on one knee, gritting his teeth as he said, "Lord Longwu, obey my orders!"

Having received a satisfactory answer, Zhang Yang said no more and turned to walk towards his camp.

Once Zhang Yang's figure had disappeared, Zhao Fuliang remembered to stand up.

His face turned pale and then flushed, and he looked to the Uyghur king for help.

Mo Yanchuo waved his hand and refused.

"The army's most important asset is its provisions. The Black Flag Army is the most valiant and skilled force under Shi Siming, with each soldier possessing the courage of ten thousand men. Without Commander Guo's orders, my Uyghur army would absolutely not provoke them."

Zhao Fuliang's heart sank to the bottom of the pool.

The other party's attitude made it clear that the Uyghur cavalry would not intervene.

Zhang Yang's hundred or so men, plus their thousand Dragon Martial Army soldiers, going to fight the Black Flag Army is clearly suicide!

Zhao Fuliang returned to his military tent in a daze, pacing back and forth for a full hour.

He then summoned a trusted confidant to his military tent and handed him a secret letter.

The confidant's scalp tingled at the thought of being sent to deliver the summons.

"My lord, what are you doing...?"

"Shut up! If you let this slip, I'll kill your whole family!"

His eyes were sinister, and his whole body exuded a cold and sinister aura.

"Zhang Yang, if you won't let me die a good death, I won't let you live either!"

Back at their camp, Wang Lie and his brothers were celebrating enthusiastically.

Upon seeing Zhang Yang return, they immediately became obedient.

Zhang Yang didn't overly criticize him, simply saying lightly, "The result of the contest with the Dragon Martial Army was expected, and there's nothing to celebrate. The real battle was the surprise attack on the Black Flag Army. Whether our brothers can officially recapture the Dragon Martial Army and make a real name for themselves in the Tang army depends on this one battle."

Upon hearing Zhang Yang's words, the brothers' expressions all darkened.

However, not a single person showed any sign of backing down or any fear.

"Brother, just tell me, how do we fight? We all have two shoulders and one head, what do the Black Flag Army have to offer!"

"good!"

With his brothers having this determination, Zhang Yang felt much more at ease.

As the saying goes, when two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave one wins!

Morale is the first element for victory on the battlefield!

"I've already sent people to scout the terrain. I'll arrange the specific tactics before we set off. We need to hurry up and make paper armor, making sure everyone has one before we leave. Also, the Black Flag Army uses heavy weapons like the Mo Dao and Zhan Ma Dao, so we can't fight them head-on. This time, we'll use wolf-tooth rakes to defend against them."

When Zhang Yang was teaching Li Siye the Wolf Brush Formation, he had already begun training the Wolf Brush Soldiers.

However, the wolf-tooth rakes they had made were previously stored in a warehouse in Guodu Town.

"Wang Lie, go and bring back the wolf-tooth rake immediately, and also retrieve all the thunderbolts from our stockpile. The rest of you brothers, hurry up and finish the paper armor."

"promise!"

Everyone responded in unison, without the slightest slackening.

As evening fell, Zhang Yang was inside his tent looking at a military map, analyzing the Black Flag Army's routes.

A commotion outside the military tent caught his attention.

"Big brother, could you just give us one piece of paper armor, or even just a helmet?"

Several Longwu soldiers secretly came to Zhang Yang's position behind Zhao Fuliang's back, begging the brothers in Guan Guodu Town for a suit of armor.

"This armor is too powerful; no sword can cut through it. The supervising officer said we're going to fight the Black Flag Army. Their swords are incredibly sharp; they'd cut our tattered leather armor in half. Please, just give us one piece; I'll kneel down and beg you."

"How about we pay with silver, one tael, no, ten taels per piece, is that alright?"

The brothers who were busy were also getting impatient with these people.

Now you know how powerful the paper armor is?

If they had known this would happen, these people should have surrendered much earlier when their elder brother led them to the military camp.

Perhaps they already have their own paper armor.

Trying to cram at the last minute is never that easy.

"Big brother, we've kowtowed to you, we've kowtowed to you."

Several Longwu soldiers banged their heads repeatedly, and at that moment, the brothers who were negotiating with the Longwu soldiers suddenly put down what they were doing.

With a nervous expression, he said to the people behind him, "Big Brother."

Several Longwu soldiers turned around and saw that it was Zhang Yang. They were so frightened that they immediately got up and ran away.

"Stop right there!"