The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

Without saying much, Wang Zhun followed Zhang Yang's actions, took the gunpowder and bullets from Sun the blacksmith, and completed the loading.

He seemed to be a natural-born marksman, and began to aim at his target.

Zhang Yang began, "This is your first time using a musket. I'll give you three chances, as long as..."

Before Zhang Yang could finish speaking, Wang Zhun fired a shot, and the tree branch snapped in two. The cloth wrapped around the branch fluttered down and fell to the ground.

A natural-born sharpshooter!

The other soldiers also erupted in cheers.

A look of delight appeared in Wang Zhun's eyes as he examined the musket with obvious delight: "General, on the battlefield, if I had this, I'm confident I could take the head of the enemy general amidst a sea of ​​soldiers!"

Zhang Yang shook his head: "Although this musket is powerful, it requires a specific environment to unleash its full potential. If the distance is too far, neither the power nor the accuracy of the musket can be guaranteed."

"The best scenario for muskets to shine is when the enemy is charging, where they can be suppressed with firepower. They are also ideal for ambushes, catching the opponent completely off guard."

As he spoke, Zhang Yang looked at Wang Lie, who was eager to try, and patted him on the shoulder: "Therefore, although muskets are powerful, they cannot replace the role of the archer battalion! Our Zhengyang Army has six battalions of different types of soldiers. Only by cooperating with each other, complementing each other's strengths and weaknesses, can we unleash our strongest combat power!"

With dark circles under his eyes, Blacksmith Sun said, "Making these muskets requires many parts, and we've only just figured it out. We only have these few dozen finished products so far. General Zhang, we're afraid you'll have to make do with these."

"But I guarantee that before you start the war, I will ensure that every soldier in the Shenji Battalion has their own musket!"

Zhang Yang was deeply moved and said to the blacksmith Sun, "It's nothing. These dozen or so muskets are enough for training. You've been working day and night to finish this; we should be the ones thanking you."

As he spoke, Zhang Yang bowed to the blacksmith Sun.

"Oh dear, what can we do now!"

Wang Zhun, showing great insight, said, "The Divine Machine Battalion thanks Blacksmith Sun for making the muskets!"

The fifty soldiers stood in unison and expressed their gratitude to the blacksmith, Sun, who helped Zhang Yang up with a smile on his face.

That's how one should live one's life.

More than ten days after Sun the blacksmith arrived at the military camp, all eight hundred Zhang family knives were completed, and the main force of the Zhengyang Army was almost entirely equipped with the brand-new Zhang family knives.

After more than ten days of assimilation and training, the bad habits that Longwu Army originally had have been greatly reduced.

Most importantly, Zhang Yang used paper armor as a reward mechanism.

Those who perform well and strive for excellence in training can receive a set of paper armor based on their performance.

This is not just an honor, but a real asset for saving your life on the battlefield!

As a result, these Dragon Warriors trained even harder than Zhang Yang's original comrades, and after a period of time, they developed a fierce and murderous aura.

After all the Zhang family knives were in place, Zhang Yang invited Mo Yanchuo to a martial arts demonstration.

Mo Yanchuo led 800 elite soldiers against Zhang Yang's 200 elite troops.

These two hundred elite soldiers were all dressed in paper armor and equipped with new Zhang family swords.

As for the muskets, Zhang Yang did not intend to reveal them so early, and still allowed them to secretly practice them in the open space of Xishan.

As soon as the martial arts exercise began, the two sides clashed, and Mo Yanchuo's elite troops crumbled like tofu, completely outmatched by the Zhengyang Army.

The moment Zhang's sword touched the Uyghur soldiers' curved swords, many of the soldiers' swords cracked open, and some even broke in two.

Furthermore, although this family knife appears to be oddly shaped, it is surprisingly agile in the hand. Despite being a long knife, it allows for quick and skillful maneuvering, making it a formidable opponent in open field combat.

Even if some brave Uyghur soldiers managed to get close and manage to swat at the paper armor with a haphazard slash, they couldn't inflict fatal damage and would be beheaded by the Zhang family's sword.

What Mo Yanchuo fears even more is that this family knife can transform into a two-handed sword during mounted combat. Whether it's a mounted duel or a charge with the sword held horizontally, this family knife can unleash tremendous power.

Eight hundred Huihe soldiers were utterly defeated by two hundred Zhengyang soldiers during the military exercise, completely outmatched.

Mo Yanchuo shamelessly approached Zhang Yang: "Commander Zhang, I was wondering what you've been busy with in the back mountains all this time. Turns out you've been making such amazing knives, hahaha. It's a pity we Uyghurs don't have knives like these."

Zhang Yang pretended not to understand: "That's such a pity. Otherwise, the Uyghur army would have suffered fewer casualties on the battlefield."

Mo Yanchuo's expression froze for a moment, realizing that Zhang Yang would not share the military equipment with him. He snorted coldly and returned to his tent.

"Isn't it just making the knife thinner and longer? What's so difficult about that, Ashina!"

Mo Yanchuo summoned a trusted subordinate.

"Moyan Khan!"

Ashina was a nobleman of the Uyghurs who had traveled to the Tang Dynasty in his early years. In Moyanchuo's eyes, he was a man of great knowledge and experience.

"That Zhang Yang who bragged about those Zhang Family Knives in front of us today, you get me several thousand of them! I want to equip our Uyghur warriors with them too!"

Ashina was sweating profusely: "Moyan Khan, this...this is unrealistic! We Uyghurs are not good at forging, and besides, we don't have any raw materials."

There was one more thing Ashina didn't say.

The Zhang family swords of the Zhengyang Army were clearly made of a very special metal; otherwise, such a slender blade would have shattered upon contact in actual combat.

Even if the Uyghurs had several hundred more years, they probably still wouldn't have been able to figure out this unique steelmaking and ironmaking process.

Mo Yanchu shifted his sitting position uneasily: "Then what should we do? Are we just going to stand by and watch this supervisor ride roughshod over me?"

"If we give him more time to train, my four thousand men probably wouldn't be a match for his one thousand!"

Ashina's eyes darted around, and he said to Moyanchuo, "If Moyan Khan wants Zhang Yang's things, we don't necessarily have to make them ourselves."

Mo Yanchu raised an eyebrow: "What kind of nonsense are you spouting? Do you expect me to beg Zhang Yang for it?"

Ashina shook his head: "Moyan Khan, you've forgotten, no matter how capable Zhang Yang is, he's just a minor general in the Tang Dynasty, a ragtag general at that. No matter what, he still has to obey the Tang Dynasty..."

Mo Yanchuo suddenly realized what he meant and chuckled, "Alright, now write me a secret letter and send it to the Prince of Guangping!"

That same day, Ashina brought a reply to Moyanchuo's tent.

"How is it? What did the Tang army's higher-ups say?"

Ashina revealed a sinister smile: "The Prince of Guangping of the Great Tang said that as long as the Khan helps the Tang army take Chang'an, the Great Tang will not only share Chang'an with us Uyghurs."

"After the great battle, the Khan can handle his own personal grudges with the Tang generals. The Tang army... will not interfere."