The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

The Black Flag Army knew that this battle required a desperate fight, and all of them charged forward one after another.

To their surprise, no matter how many Black Flag soldiers came, they could not break through the enemy's formation.

Those several-meter-long wolf-tooth spears gave them no chance to use their long-handled broadswords.

Even if they were lucky enough to survive the wolf-tooth spear, their ordinary weapons wouldn't be able to break through the paper armor's defenses.

Once you're dragged into the enemy's wolf-tooth formation, you're doomed.

Within about an hour, the corpses of the entire Black Flag Army lay scattered across the battlefield.

Many Black Flag soldiers didn't even leave behind these whole corpses, only a pool of blood.

Upon witnessing this scene, Duan Hu, the leader of the Black Flag Army, stood frozen in place and let out a deafening roar.

With a single hand wielding a long-handled broadsword, he was like a god of war.

"Damn it! How could my mighty Black Flag Army possibly be defeated by the weak and feeble Dragon Martial Army? Impossible, this is impossible!"

At the same time, the Black Flag Army, which was still capable of fighting on the battlefield, was basically eliminated. All the Wolf Brush Army and Dragon Martial Army quickly surrounded them.

Only four or five Black Flag soldiers who were still capable of fighting remained around Duan Hu, and they surrounded him tightly.

Unfortunately, a volley of arrows rained down, and these men instantly perished.

Duan Hu looked at the corpses scattered on the ground and almost went mad.

He trembled all over, his face was pale, and his eyes were cold as he watched the wolf-brush team make way for him.

A pale-faced, scholarly-looking man strode over.

"So you're Zhang Yang, the military supervisor Zhao Fuliang mentioned?"

"It's me, are you going to kneel down and surrender, or...?"

Before Zhang Yang could finish speaking, Duan Hu burst into hysterical laughter.

"Surrender? Hahahaha! I haven't even known how to write the word 'surrender' since the day I joined the general in rebellion!"

"I have lost today, so be it. All my brothers are dead, so there's no need for me to live alone!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang was slightly taken aback.

I never expected Duan Hu to have such backbone.

It's no wonder that in the early stages of the An Lushan Rebellion, the rebel army was able to advance with unstoppable momentum and sweep all before them.

Zhang Yang nodded.

"Alright, I'll give you a chance. If you can defeat me, I'll let you go today. If you lose, you'll leave your life here."

Duan Hu was also taken aback, not expecting Zhang Yang to be so bold.

In fact, Zhang Yang did this to show the Longwu Army.

They need to know that even the leader of the elite rebel army, the Dragon Warriors, can be defeated.

They'll have even less to fear when they go to the battlefield.

"Here comes the knife."

Guo Shitou immediately handed a heavy knife to Zhang Yang.

After all, a regular fast sword would break in an instant against a Mo Dao.

However, Guo Shitou still said with a worried look, "Brother, why are you wasting your breath on this guy? We could drown him with our spit, it's not worth it..."

As a result, Zhang Yang's single glance was enough to make Guo Shitou shut his mouth.

He knew that Stone and the others were worried about him.

But there are some things you just have to do.

Zhang Yang slowly walked out of the crowd, dragging the heavy sword, leaving a dazzling trail of sparks on the ground and emitting a series of clanging sounds.

Duan Hu also gripped the Mo Dao tightly with both hands, his eyes cold and terrifying.

"kill!"

Duan Hu, wielding his Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword), charged at Zhang Yang like a tiger descending a mountain.

The powerful, heavy blade created a gust of wind in the air.

Zhang Yang kicked his sword and rose up, splitting Mount Hua in two.

The two broadswords clashed together, producing a piercing metallic clang that made the soldiers' ears ring.

Duan Hu's tiger's mouth was also shaken so badly that it cracked open, and his eyes were wide open like copper bells.

Some people found it hard to believe that this unknown person actually possessed such formidable combat power.

Duan Hu drew his sword, but Zhang Yang suddenly pressed forward.

The swordsmanship was fierce and continuous.

Duan Hu was forced to retreat repeatedly.

The Mo Dao (陌刀) is highly lethal, but it is also very heavy, greatly restricting agility and movement.

Although the heavy sword in Zhang Yang's hand was not light, it had a significant advantage in terms of agility compared to the Mo Dao.

"The Tang Dynasty is unjust; powerful clans block upward mobility. Why would you still serve the Tang Dynasty?"

The two swords clashed, and Duan Hu roared hoarsely.

"This is no excuse for your evil deeds and harm to the people!"

Zhang Yang doesn't fall for PUA tactics at all.

With a thrust of his heavy sword, he sent it spinning in a circle across the opponent's broadsword.

puff!

Zhang Yang ripped a bloody gash into Duan Hu's chest.

The heavy blade came down, a diagonal slash.

when!

With a muffled metallic groan.

Duan Hu dropped the longsword in his hand and knelt straight down in front of Zhang Yang.

Blood gushed out; he was dead beyond any doubt.

Upon witnessing this scene, a thunderous roar erupted from the crowd.

"The Imperial Supervisor is truly awe-inspiring!"

"The supervising officer is invincible!"

"The Military Supervisor is invincible!"

"Quickly clean up the battlefield and bring all the enemy's food back to the camp. Do not make any mistakes."

"promise!"

Whether they were soldiers from the Longwu Army or old comrades from Guodu Town, every soldier's face radiated confidence and pride.

With a general like this, they can finally hold their heads high!

Zhang Yang sheathed his sword and stood on a slope overlooking the battlefield, his gaze slightly narrowed, lost in thought.

Just then, Wang Lie, Guo Shitou, and a few others dragged over a group of Longwu soldiers who were already terrified and at a loss.

It's like dragging a dead dog.

These people were all Zhao Fuliang's trusted confidants who defected to the enemy.

During the battle just now, these people hardly made a move; it's more accurate to say they were too scared to even lift a finger.

Upon seeing Zhang Yang, they all knelt on the ground in unison, kowtowing repeatedly.

"My lord, spare my life! My lord, spare my life!"

The leader among them was none other than Centurion Sun Xing.

Sun Xing crawled on his knees to Zhang Yang's front, slapping himself repeatedly across the face.

"My lord, I... I was wrong. This really isn't our fault. It was Zhao Fuliang who led us to defect to the enemy. We didn't know it at first."

Zhang Yang sneered.

Did Sun Xing think he was a fool?

The army set off, but they abandoned their posts.

If they weren't going to defect to the enemy, then what were they going to do?

To put it bluntly, none of these cowardly, weak, and incompetent guys are innocent.

"Sir, we...we will definitely turn over a new leaf and serve the country and you in the future..."

Before Sun Xing could finish speaking, Zhang Yang waved his hand.

"The deliveryman shall be killed without mercy!"

Upon receiving the order, the brothers immediately dragged all of these dozens of men away and beheaded them on the spot.

The Dragon Warriors, who were cleaning up the battlefield, were either terrified or secretly delighted.

If they had chosen to stay and follow the supervising officer, they would probably have met the same fate!