The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

The villagers, filled with the joy of surviving a calamity, expressed their heartfelt gratitude to the Zhengyang Army.

When Yuchi Xin returned to his unit, he was treated with the respect and courtesy due to a hero.

Zhang Yang knew that from this day forward, the spirit of the Zhengyang Army would be firmly imprinted in the hearts of every Zhengyang soldier.

Inside the Uyghur tent, Ashina was healing his wounds.

When Moyanchuo came into his tent and saw the Khan, Ashina hurriedly got out of bed to pay his respects to him.

"Greetings, Moyan Khan!"

Mo Yanchu waved his hand dismissively and said irritably, "Fine, you can just lie there! I told you to block the door and sow discord among that Han Chinese, but instead you've taken it upon yourself!"

Ashina's face flashed with embarrassment: "Khan, I really didn't expect his men to act like mad dogs today. I really..."

Moyanchuo interrupted Ashina: "Alright, let's look at the letter from the Prince of Guangping."

Ashina took the letter and his eyes widened instantly: "The Black Flag Army is moving en masse? Then... judging from this movement, wouldn't the Black Flag Army be everywhere within a hundred miles of us? Wouldn't our situation be extremely dangerous?"

A ruthless glint appeared in Mo Yanchuo's eyes: "That brat surnamed Zhang doesn't realize he's become cannon fodder. This military camp is destined to fall, and those civilians will only be a burden!"

Ashina instantly understood Moyanchuo's meaning: "Khan, we cannot allow the Uyghur tribe's manpower to be wasted here. If the situation changes, our cavalry is fast-moving and can easily abandon the camp and break out!"

Mo Yanchu nodded, a hint of schadenfreude in his voice: "This kid surnamed Zhang is still taking care of these people for the Tang Dynasty. Little does he know, he's already a pawn to be discarded!"

It was evening.

A fire was being lit and food was being cooked in the military camp when suddenly an alarm sounded from the tower.

"General, there is a small group of rebels loitering around the city. We don't know what they mean."

Zhang Yang frowned: "A small group? How many people exactly?"

The reporting sentry said, "There are about fifteen or sixteen riders in total, all of them are fast-moving light cavalry."

They looked more like a scout squad.

"Let me go and see for myself."

As soon as Zhang Yang went up to the tower, he heard a series of curses.

"What Zhengyang Army? Utter bullshit! They're nothing but cowards hiding in this military camp!"

"You lot have the nerve to call yourselves the legitimate successors of the Tang Dynasty! You've all mixed up with those barbarians like the Uyghurs. You might as well send your mothers to sleep with those barbarians too!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

These black cavalrymen were clearly highly skilled; they all carried bows and arrow quivers and were standard light cavalry archers, positioned in a spot where they could hear each other's conversations but were out of arrow range.

If we want to pursue them, we must open the gates of the military camp.

Are they knocking on the door to ambush us?

This kind of tactic, which even a three-year-old could see through, has now been used on Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang looked at the black-clad cavalryman leading the group and asked, "Who are you? Whose general are you?"

The black-clad cavalryman raised his head arrogantly and said, "Listen carefully, my name is Sun Ben!"

Upon hearing the name, Yu Chixin, who was standing next to Zhang Yang, suddenly realized: "This kid used to be in the Dragon Martial Army!"

"He used to be Zhao Fuliang's confidant, a platoon leader in the Longwu Army. It's estimated that when Zhao Fuliang defected to the enemy, Sun Ben also joined the Black Flag Army."

Zhang Yang chuckled, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes: "So you're just a spineless collaborator! You ungrateful wretch, daring to bark like a madman beneath the military camp, go find your traitorous father!"

"Hahaha!"

Zhang Yang's words caused a burst of laughter on the tower, and Sun Ben below blushed slightly.

"Zhang Yang! What are you so arrogant about? I'm not afraid to tell you, my current general is General Yuwen Chong, a lieutenant under Commander An! His eight thousand cavalry are already on their way to your camp! I advise you to surrender immediately and stop making futile resistance!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of many of the guards on the towers immediately changed.

"Yuwen Chong?"

Yuchi Xin gasped, "General, it's said that An Shouzhong has three formidable generals under his command. Xue Song excels at surprise attacks, Li Guiren at frontal assaults, and Yuwen Chong at besieging and capturing fortified camps. If Sun Ben isn't spouting nonsense, then An Shouzhong has probably sent Yuwen Chong this time precisely to use his most proficient siege tactics to remove this thorn in the side of the military camp!"

Looking at Sun Ben's arrogant demeanor, Wang Lie's eyes flashed with anger: "Brother, let me take the brothers of the cavalry battalion and go out to wipe him out! No matter how many men he has behind him, a mere fifteen riders dare to swagger around here!"

Guo Shitou, unusually calm this time, said, "Wang Lie, are you crazy? Didn't you hear him say there are still eight thousand cavalry behind? Opening the gates to attack at this time is just giving them an opportunity to storm the camp!"

Zhang Yang squinted at Sun Ben's location and said calmly, "I think it's worth a try."

"Big brother?"

Guo Shitou looked at Zhang Yang with a surprised expression.

Wang Lie, who had just requested to fight, was now somewhat bewildered: "Brother, why don't we try shooting a couple of arrows with a recurve bow? If we miss, that's fine. There's really no need to open the city gates!"

They found it hard to imagine that Zhang Yang, who was always calm and composed and could always make the most correct judgments based on the battlefield situation, would fall for the enemy's provocation.

Zhang Yang shook his head: "I'm not confused. Send fifteen riders from the cavalry battalion. Wang Lie, go to the archer battalion and find fifteen men as well, and provide them with horses! Now that these fifteen riders are here, they shouldn't leave."

Even Yuchi Xin panicked, reaching out to stop Zhang Yang from descending the tower: "General, we absolutely cannot open the camp gate! There are suitable ambush spots in front of the camp. If we open the gate, the enemy will have hundreds of cavalry lying in ambush, charging towards the gate in an instant. Then, chaos will ensue within the camp!"

Zhang Yang replied calmly, "Don't worry, I have my own plans! Call Wang Zhun and Zhang Lu over here; I have something to tell them!"

The core members of the Zhengyang Army exchanged glances and said no more.

Now that Zhang Yang has made his decision, they only have one thought left—to carry it out!

Even if Zhang Yang is wrong, they will carry it out without hesitation!

"Bring me my gleaming silver spear!"

The cavalry battalion was commanded by Guo Hu, who had already prepared thirty riders, ready to set off at any time.

Wang Lie also selected fifteen brothers skilled in riding and archery to leave the camp together.

Before leaving, Wang Lie specifically called Wang Zhun to his side.

"I've roughly calculated that if they're lying in ambush, they could only have a maximum of 500 cavalry if they charge over in a short time. This road is narrow, and a volley from your Shenji Battalion, combined with the grenade throwing battalion, should be enough to handle them."

"Remember, in this battle, we must terrify the enemy!"