The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

Before entering the military camp, the people knelt down in gratitude in the direction of Zhang Yang.

Looking at these people who were terrified and living like humans, Zhang Yang felt extremely uncomfortable.

He didn't actually do anything; he just gave these people a place to stay and a chance to survive, and they worshipped him like a bodhisattva.

In this world, it is extremely difficult for ordinary people to survive.

Although Zhang Yang felt compassion, he was not swayed by his emotions. He immediately went down from the tower to meet the people and try to gather some useful information.

"General, help! Those damned rebels burned our village down! My poor son has been captured and forced into military service!"

An elderly woman with white hair saw Zhang Yang and cried out her grievances to him.

Zhang Yang squatted down, softened his tone, and said, "Grandpa, please don't rush, tell me slowly, where did you come from?"

The old woman was sobbing uncontrollably when a woman beside her chimed in, "We're from Zhao's shop in the north. There are about fifty people in the shop. Yesterday afternoon, a group of rebels suddenly came! They looted any grain they saw, burned any houses they saw, and seized any young men they saw. My husband just resisted a little, and then... they killed him with a single blow..."

As she spoke, the woman broke down in tears.

These people had difficulty providing complete and valid information, but Zhang Yang did not blame or rush them.

They are just ordinary people, living a simple and uneventful life. Suddenly, a disaster strikes, what can they do to cope?

From these fragmented words, Zhang Yang pieced together the general information.

The raiders on their village were a group of Black Flag soldiers. They must have been quite large, including cavalry, numbering over two or three thousand.

In addition, the other side must be severely short of food.

Zhao Jiapu was an extremely poor village, and the cost of looting it would likely be less than that of a force of over a thousand men.

Even so, they still went there in a big fuss, which means they were so short of food that they had to take a chance.

It seems that the fire he set last time affected not only the people in Chang'an, but also other members of the Black Flag rebels.

Wait, they need food!

Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat. He asked a relatively calm villager, "Old man, did those Black Flag soldiers ask you where they could get supplies?"

The old man nodded: "I asked! I asked! Our neighborhood chief said there's a military settlement in Guodu Town, and you can get grain and fodder from there!"

Tuntianbao, Guodu Town.

Zhang Yang felt a pang of anxiety, but also a sense of relief.

An army of several thousand men could not possibly feed itself by simply plundering villages.

If they want to keep their food supplies plentiful, they must attack Guodu Town!

His wife and his home are right in Guodu Town!

The only saving grace was that the military camp was situated right on the only road leading to Tuntianbao.

The camp made this arrangement, ostensibly to protect the people of Guodu Town, but everyone knew it was actually to prevent the loss of the granary at Tuntian Fort, and to specifically use the military camp as a defensive barrier.

If that's the case, this army, whose exact number is unknown (several thousand), will likely attack the military camp.

Zhang Yang turned to look at the military camp behind him. Outside the camp walls were newly dug trenches, and the Zhengyang flag was planted on the walls. Inside the camp, soldiers were drilling, and shouts of battle rose and fell.

He can defend this village.

We must hold it.

For these brothers who would follow me through thick and thin.

Also for Guodu Town behind the military camp.

For Yun'er and Qiao'er, for everything he had worked so hard to earn in this chaotic world.

"Yuchi Xin, go and inform Mo Yanchuo that there is a high possibility that a rebel army of over a thousand cavalry will attack the military camp. Tell them to go back to the He tribe to prepare for the attack."

"yes!"

Ever since Zhang Yang beat Mo Yanchuo so badly during the last martial arts demonstration, the relationship between the two has been strange.

As a member of the Longwu Army, Yuchi Xin had spent a considerable amount of time with the Uyghur tribe, making him the most suitable person to deliver the message.

After all, Moyanchuo is still nominally an ally of the Tang Dynasty. If an enemy army were to invade, the Uyghur tribe should be prepared.

Next, people from nearby villages came to seek refuge. When Mo Yanchuo learned that enemy troops might be attacking, he sent Ashina to block the tower and prevent people from entering the city.

"Sirs and officers, please have mercy! There are rebels everywhere outside. They kill anyone they see. We can work, we can do anything. Please give us a way to survive!"

Ashina stopped sixty or seventy people who came to seek refuge. The refugees knelt at the city gate, their cries echoing throughout the city.

The old man prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed, while women and children trembled with fear, clutching their babies. They could only look in despair at the gate of the military camp that had been blocked by the Uyghur soldiers.

Ashina Guli stood guard at the entrance of the military camp, sword in hand, looking down upon the people of the Tang Dynasty with great pride.

He looked down at the refugees kneeling on the ground, his face showing undisguised disgust.

"Get out of here, all of you! A bunch of two-legged beasts! This is a military stronghold, no unauthorized personnel allowed! Who knows if there are any rebel spies among you?"

An old man looked up shakily: "Sir, please have mercy! We're all from nearby villages, honest and law-abiding people! Please let us in, we'll stay on the outermost edge, and we won't eat your food..."

Ashina sneered, walked up to the old man, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him up.

"Would you let pigs and dogs climb into your beds? No, right? We Uyghurs will not allow you inferior Han Chinese into our camp!"

The old man was terrified, but he still struggled to say, "But...but isn't this a Tang Dynasty military camp?"

Ashina seemed to have been provoked and threw the old man to the ground, causing the old man to be thrown around and feel dizzy.

"What Tang Dynasty military camp? Let me tell you, there are four thousand Uyghur cavalry in this camp! It was your Tang Dynasty's Prince of Guangping who humbly begged our Uyghur Khan to help quell the rebellion! Do you understand? You lowly Tang people!"

"Father!"

A young girl couldn't help but cry out and rushed over to protect her father who had fallen.

Ashina glanced coldly at the girl, then his eyes lit up: "Oh, such a pretty girl? How about this, you take off one piece of clothing, and I'll let one person in. How about this deal?"

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes flashed with anger: "Uyghur, how dare you insult the Han people!"

As he spoke, the old man was about to get up and fight Ashina to the death.

"court death!"

Just as Ashina drew his scimitar, preparing to kill the old man with a single blow, an arrow pierced the air and shot the scimitar out of Ashina's hand.

"Ashina, you're too arrogant."