The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

Zhao Fuliang, like a lapdog, ran straight to Duan Hu's side and said with a beaming smile.

"General Duan, I'm going to persuade them to surrender."

Duan Hu nodded.

Zhao Fuliang stepped forward a few steps, but still dared not approach Zhang Yang and his group.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brothers of the Dragon Martial Army, I am your centurion Zhao Fuliang. Since ancient times, wise birds choose their trees to perch on. The fate of the Tang Dynasty has run its course, and the emperor is incompetent and foolish. Only the holy ruler of the Great Yan is worthy of our service!"

"General Duan Hu said that as long as we lay down our weapons, surrender to the Great Yan, and escort the grain supplies to Chang'an together, we will enjoy endless wealth and glory!"

The brothers of the Dragon Martial Army looked at each other with disdain and spat on the ground.

"Pah! What a beast! He's worse than an animal. It's an insult that we worked under him before."

"Damn it, I wish I could eat his flesh, sleep on his skin, and tear his bones apart to make soup!"

"My lord, let's begin!"

Zhang Yang remained unmoved. He hadn't expected that Zhao Fuliang's attempt to persuade them to surrender would actually ignite the anger of these Longwu soldiers.

That's how it is with soldiers: a bad soldier is just one bad soldier, and a bad general makes a bad army.

Now that they are under Zhang Yang's command, their morale is completely different.

Seeing that Long Wujun didn't move an inch, some people even started cursing at him.

Zhao Fuliang was dumbfounded. Were these still the same cowardly Longwu Army soldiers?

In an instant, Zhao Fuliang became anxious.

After all, if he had no soldiers under his command, even if he followed Duan Hu into Chang'an, he would only be left in a corner to fend for himself and would not be valued at all.

"Listen up, all of you! If anyone remains obstinate, the Black Flag Army will march in and leave no survivors. You'll all be buried with Zhang Yang."

Long Wujun remained completely still.

"Wang Lie, are you confident at this distance?"

Wang Lie estimated the distance with his eyes, then shook his head helplessly.

"It must be over 300 meters, which is beyond the range of a recurve bow."

Zhang Yang, however, spoke directly.

"Bring me my heavy bow."

Zhang Yang's bow was dozens of stones heavier than his brothers' bows, and usually no one but Zhang Yang could use it.

As he drew his bow and nocked an arrow, Zhang Yang's eyes became incredibly sharp.

Zhao Fuliang watched from afar, a wave of disdain washing over him. At this distance, let alone hitting a person, the arrow wouldn't even reach the ground.

He seemed completely unconcerned.

Immediately following was a deafening thud as the string was released, whistling through the air.

The triangular arrow, carrying a chilling killing intent, pierced directly through Zhao Fuliang's throat.

Zhao Fuliang didn't even have time to react before blood gushed out from his neck like a jet of water.

boom!

He lay stiffly on the ground, bleeding profusely, utterly dead.

He never imagined that he would die so soon after becoming a rebel leader of the Great Yan Dynasty, less than half an hour later.

In an instant, the Longwu Army erupted in cheers.

"Well done!"

"The supervising officer is incredibly brave and invincible!"

"May the Tang Dynasty endure for a thousand generations!"

Cheers echoed through the sky, making Duan Hu feel as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a dead fly.

This Zhao Fuliang is utterly useless!

He slowly raised the longsword in his hand and shouted loudly.

"Pour it on!"

In an instant, hundreds of cavalrymen surged forward like a swarm of ants.

Zhang Yang said in a deep voice, "Everyone, keep your tempers down."

As the Black Flag Army cavalry slowly advanced, and looking at the pre-set traps, Zhang Yang silently began to count.

"Six, five, four, three, two."

"one!"

Bang bang bang!

The warhorses stumbled and all sank into the trench.

Those warhorses that crossed the trenches were ambushed at the second and third trenches.

They could see that the cavalrymen who were stuck in the trenches were trying to rush out.

Zhang Yang immediately waved his hand.

"Fire the arrows!" Wang Lie shouted.

A deluge of arrows rained down like upside-down bamboo shoots.

In an instant, the Black Flag soldiers were killed or wounded in droves on the battlefield, their cries of agony echoing across the land.

Zhang Yang's arrows were relentless, continuously striking the Black Flag Army's formation.

It wasn't until this moment that Duan Hu, the leader of the Black Flag Army, realized something was wrong.

The Dragon Warrior Army in front of us is definitely not simple.

He even had some doubts: was Zhao Fuliang really there to lure the enemy in?

"Don't panic! Charge forward through the rain of arrows! They have no cavalry; we can break through their lines and achieve victory."

Hearing Duan Hu's roar, Zhang Yang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a strange and wicked smile.

"We've been waiting for you guys to come charging in."

Soon, hundreds of Black Flag Army cavalrymen, wielding long sabers, charged directly into Zhang Yang's army formation with murderous intent.

By the time they reached the throwing range, Zhang Lu's bombing squad had already ignited the thunderbolts.

"Throw!"

Zhang Yang shouted sternly.

Immediately afterwards, countless thunderbolts crashed into the Black Flag Army's cavalry formation like hailstones.

Because of the delayed throwing, many of the deafening bombs exploded in the air.

The powerful explosion knocked the riders and horses to the ground, and countless iron nails pierced the bodies of the cavalrymen and their horses.

The armor that the Black Flag Army was so proud of was now just tattered clothes, unable to withstand such explosive force.

The Longwu Army soldiers standing at the rear were dumbfounded.

This was the first time they truly understood how terrifying Zhang Yang was.

This is not human, but a god, a war god, a true god!

The cries and neighing of horses echoed throughout the battlefield. Many cavalrymen who had not been killed by the explosion staggered to their feet, covered in black grime. Before they could even react, they were trampled into a pulp by the panicked horses.

Seeing the cavalry in complete disarray, Duan Hu was dumbfounded.

Most importantly, his side had already suffered heavy casualties, while Zhang Yang's army hadn't even actually mobilized yet.

In an instant, a tremendous panic enveloped Duan Hu.

One of the retreating cavalrymen shouted at Duan Hu.

"General, General, what should we do?!"

Only then did Duan Hu snap out of his daze and swallow hard.

He cannot afford to lose the supplies.

If the army in Chang'an loses its supplies, it will be put at a disadvantage.

"Kill them all! Kill them all! Even if everyone is wiped out, get the grain supplies to Chang'an!"

At Duan Hu's command, all the grain transport teams, armed with weapons, surged toward Zhang Yang's side like a tidal wave.

Zhang Yang, however, calmly led his men to retreat to the rear.

One after another, wolf-tooth rakes with long spears and barbs appeared densely in front of the enemy.

Before the Black Flag Army could react, the first group of Black Flag Army soldiers had already run into the wolf-tooth rake.

With a thrust and a pull, a large number of Black Flag soldiers were dragged to the rear.

Immediately afterwards, the Longwu Army swarmed forward, their swift blades raining down like raindrops.

Before they could even beg for mercy, pools of human flesh appeared at the rear of the battlefield.