The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

Meanwhile, the Uyghur soldiers in the military camp began to move about.

All the Uyghur soldiers were fully equipped and ready to go, standing at attention.

In the eyes of the Uyghur King Moyanchuo, Zhang Yang had no chance of winning this battle.

After the great battle, the Black Flag Army was ambushed, and their anger could easily spread to their camp.

If Zhang Yang's men, or even a few spineless members of the Longwu Army, were to be found, the location of the military camp would surely be exposed.

We must be prepared to face the enemy.

The Uyghur king rode ahead, his hand always resting on the curved sword at his waist, his gaze sharp and piercing.

Just then, a fast horse galloped in.

They were soldiers from the Uyghur tribe sent to gather information.

He dismounted, his face filled with shock, and said, "Your Majesty, Zhang Yang really did lead a sneak attack on the Black Flag Army!"

"What are the casualties? Was Zhang Yang killed in action?"

In fact, the only person the Uyghur king feared was Zhang Yang.

He still wanted to keep those people from the Dragon Martial Army, so that at least they could be cannon fodder on the battlefield.

As a result, a single sentence from one of his spies instantly froze the smug expression on Mo Yanchuo's face.

"No, Zhang Yang isn't dead. Not only is he alive, but he suffered very few casualties. The Black Flag Army was completely wiped out, and their leader, Duan Hu, was killed by Zhang Yang with a single blow. The grain they were transporting is already being rushed to our camp!"

"What?"

Mo Yanchuo unconsciously lowered his hand, which had been resting on the scimitar.

His face was ashen, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Just then, a series of orderly footsteps approached from afar.

Zhang Yang led over a thousand men in a grand procession toward the military camp. Among them, the Longwu soldiers led their warhorses and pulled supply wagons, their faces beaming with joy, a stark contrast to their previous demeanor.

Zhang Yang strode up to Mo Yanchuo and glanced at him.

Zhang Yang could see the other party's intentions at a glance.

However, it did give the other party plenty of face.

They cupped their hands and said, "The Uyghur King is trying to support us, isn't he? The soldiers thank the Uyghur King."

"Thank you, King of Uyghurs!"

The soldiers' shouts were deafening, even startling the warhorses beneath the Uyghur soldiers.

The Uyghur King Moyanchuo blushed and said awkwardly.

"It's nothing to mention, nothing to mention. Commander Zhang is incredibly brave and has made such a great contribution. He will surely be given an important position in the future."

Zhang Yang remained calm and composed.

He said softly, "Whether it's important or not, I don't care. However, I am the supervisor of our military camp. I hope that in the future, when there are military operations, the Uyghur King will provide support sooner rather than later, otherwise we won't even be able to catch up with the situation."

Upon hearing this, the Uyghur king's face turned extremely ugly.

Without wasting any more time, Zhang Yang waved his hand and ordered his soldiers to haul the provisions and supplies back to the camp.

He walked into the military camp without looking back.

The Uyghur king, who had been standing still, looked grim, his brows furrowed.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yang has actually become quite influential.

After returning to the military camp, Zhang Yang was in charge of distributing all the supplies for the Longwu Army.

The brothers finally had decent military tents to live in and delicious military rations to eat.

Zhang Yang immediately reorganized the Longwu Army.

Including the original brothers, there were nearly a thousand men, consisting of five battalions: archer battalion, grenade thrower battalion, wolf-tooth spear battalion, cavalry battalion, and infantry battalion.

The infantry battalion was the largest, with 500 men, and was jointly commanded by Yuchi Xin and several of Guo Huzi's brothers.

The rest each numbered around a hundred.

Besides communications spies and military supplies management, Zhang Yang's personal guards numbered less than a hundred.

Although most of the centurions here were Zhang Yang's old brothers from Guodu Town, none of the brothers in the Longwu Army had any objections.

Their fighting prowess is undeniable.

"My lord, now that we've reorganized our army, I think we should give it a more imposing name. That way, the rebels will be so terrified at the mere mention of our name that they'll flee in panic and tremble with fear."

Yuchi Xin offered his suggestion.

The other brothers also shouted, "Sir, let's change the unit number!"

Zhang Yang nodded. Although changing the unit number would have to be reported to Commander Guo, he could still decide what name to use.

Just then, Guo Shitou stepped forward, his eyes darting around, and said with a smile.

"Our eldest brother's name is Zhang Yang, so let's call ourselves the Sun Army."

Upon hearing the name, Zhang Yang almost spat out a mouthful of salt water.

"The Sun Army is too vulgar. Let's call ourselves the Zhengyang Army. We are the blazing midday sun of the Tang Dynasty, shattering all the villains and rebels to pieces!"

Upon hearing Zhang Yang's name, all the brothers shouted loudly.

"Long live the Zhengyang Army!"

After doing all this, Zhang Yang sent a messenger to the commander's camp to report the victory.

After all, with so much food, it would take them forever to finish it all.

Moreover, it would be unreasonable not to report such a large-scale military operation to the General's camp.

After eliminating the grain transport team, Zhang Yang was able to catch his breath and didn't return to Guodu Town for a while. His wife and the others must have been very worried about him.

So Zhang Yang rode a fast horse, told Wang Lie, Shi Tou and the others what he was doing, and then returned to Guojia Village.

The distance wasn't far, and since I was riding a fast horse, I returned home in less than half an hour.

Inside the courtyard, Liu Yun'er, the wife, was spinning cotton with several other women from the village using a spinning wheel.

Liu Qiao'er was drying herbs on the side.

"Sisters, let's work harder and try to spin all this cotton today. That way, when autumn and winter come, the men in our army won't have to suffer from the cold. If everyone can finish early, I'll make you all some oil-splashed noodles tonight."

"Thank you, Madam."

Seeing this harmonious scene in the courtyard, Zhang Yang, who was standing outside the courtyard, also smiled slightly, looking very pleased.

Just as Liu Yun'er and Liu Qiao'er were busy, a woman from the village suddenly noticed Zhang Yang standing outside the courtyard.

"Madam, the military supervisor has returned."

"Third Sister, what nonsense are you talking about?" Just as Liu Yun'er mistakenly thought that the village woman was fooling her, she looked up and met her husband's eyes outside the courtyard.

Immediately, Liu Yun'er, who was stepping on the pedal, froze on the spot.

Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

At the same time, Liu Qiao'er also noticed her husband, and the herbs in her hand fell to the ground with a thud.

The village women also stood up tactfully, bowing to Zhang Yang as they walked.

"Greetings, Your Excellency. We'll take our leave now."

After everyone had left, Zhang Yang tied up his horse and slowly walked into the courtyard.

Liu Yun'er and Liu Qiao'er ran up to Zhang Yang and hugged him without prior arrangement.

Tears streamed down her face.

"My husband, I've missed you so much."