The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

Beside Sun Ben, a cavalryman's face lit up with joy: "Squad Leader Sun, it seems they're really coming out!"

Sun Ben gripped the reins: "Don't linger in battle. General Yuwen's cavalry is already in ambush. Once we lure them out, the main force will launch a charge, and their small camp won't stand a chance!"

As he spoke, Sun Ben picked up an arrow and shot it at the open gate of the stockade!

Zhang Yang brandished his gleaming silver spear, raised his hand to block, and directly cleaved the arrow shot by Sun Ben in two.

With his arrow missing its mark, Sun Ben led his fifteen riders as they retreated while firing arrows at Zhang Yang's thirty riders. This guerrilla tactic of mounted archery was quite similar to the warfare methods of the Xiongnu.

But—Zhang Yang is the real guerrilla general!

Zhang Yang picked up the recurve bow hanging on the saddle, took out an arrow, and aimed it at Sun Ben's back.

Draw the bow and arrow, pull the bowstring taut like a full moon!

The moment the arrow was released, the bow moved like lightning, piercing Sun Ben's body and pulling him off his horse!

"what!"

Sun Ben let out a miserable scream, rolled several times on the ground, and then completely lost his breath.

"Squad Leader Sun!"

A reckless black cavalryman still wanted to save Sun Ben, but Wang Lie wouldn't give him that chance. With a precise arrow, he hit the lingering black cavalryman right in the forehead.

One arrow, and he's dead!

"Guo Huzi, remember not to pursue too deeply, just drive them away! Create opportunities for the archer battalion brothers!"

Zhang Yang knew that a large number of Black Cavalrymen must be lying in ambush in the jungle ahead.

If they pursue too deeply, all thirty of their riders who left the camp might perish here!

The riders Wang Lie selected were indeed skilled archers and horsemen. After several rounds of fighting, less than half of the fifteen riders who came to call for help fled in panic.

"General Yuwen, help us! If you don't act soon, we're all going to die here!"

The remaining seven or eight riders fled for their lives, shouting into the jungle ahead.

A tall, middle-aged man snorted coldly, brandished his lance, and roared, "Black Flag Cavalry, charge!"

The moment the order was given, a force of 500 elite cavalrymen charged towards Zhang Yang and his 15 riders!

Black flags blotted out the sky, and soldiers in armor clattered against each other during the charge.

In an instant, dust billowed outside the military camp, as if what was charging forward was not five hundred cavalry, but a thousand troops with overwhelming momentum!

This is the cavalry of Yuwen Chong's troops, which the Black Flag Army rebels relied on most!

Among Yuwen Chong's eight thousand cavalry, the Chongwen Battalion of two thousand men was the most elite!

At this moment, the group chasing Zhang Yang was the Chongwen Battalion, which was flying the "Chongwen" flag!

The seven or eight riders who were fleeing into the jungle showed joy, but their joy quickly turned into horror!

Because the charge of these five hundred cavalrymen had completely blocked the road, these seven or eight riders had no chance to escape!

"No!"

Five hundred cavalrymen trampled over the seven or eight riders, and the Dragon Martial Army traitors who came to knock on the door were instantly turned into mincemeat under the iron hooves of the Black Flag Army.

Throughout history, traitors have never met a good end.

Battalion Commander Song Lin, leading the charge, roared, "The enemy's supervisor, Zhang Yang, is right ahead! He's engaged the enemy's commander in battle—a great achievement! Brothers, it's time to make our mark!"

The rebels regarded the current Emperor Xuanzong of Tang as a traitor, and Guo Ziyi's troops were called bandit troops by them.

At Song Lin's roar, the charging cavalrymen seemed to have seen a red bull, and each of them seemed to have their target locked on Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang grabbed the reins and turned the direction.

"You want to use me as a stepping stone for your promotions?"

"You need to be realistic about whether you have the ability! Don't try to cram everything in and end up killing yourself!"

"retreat!"

From the moment Zhang Yang and his thirty riders left the camp, they were prepared to turn back at any time.

So the moment Zhang Yang gave the order, the thirty riders turned around in unison and quickly retreated towards the camp.

Wang Lie took out an arrow with a flammable bait attached and nocked it onto the bowstring.

"Archery battalion, prepare to fire fire arrows!"

More than a dozen rockets, each carrying an incendiary charge, were launched simultaneously, immediately creating a wall of fire on the ground!

This seamless teamwork clearly indicates that the archery battalion had practiced beforehand.

Song Lin sneered, "Foolish bandits! Our Chongwen Camp's warhorses are not afraid of these intimidating flames!"

Song Lin slapped his horse and took the lead. Behind him, the five hundred elite soldiers of Chongwen Camp did not lose their formation in the slightest and continued to charge forward at their original speed!

As the village gate drew ever closer, Song Lin couldn't contain his joy.

"I always said Zhang Yang was all talk and no action, what kind of guerrilla general is he! He's just a reckless brute who loses his mind after a few provocations!"

"At this distance, they don't have time to close the gates! The battle here is already decided!"

Song Lin couldn't fathom how the five hundred iron cavalry charging at full speed could be like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into the heart of the Uyghur army camp.

Once this breach is opened, Yuwen Chong's cavalry can launch continuous attacks from here.

At that time, the Uyghur army and the Zhengyang army in the village will be nothing more than fish on a chopping board!

"Scout Battalion, Bombardment Battalion, prepare!"

Zhang Yang showed no sign of panic. The moment he entered the village gate, he gave an order.

"volley!"

A line of fifty Zhengyang soldiers suddenly emerged from behind the tower and the gate, muskets in hand, clearly having been lying in ambush beforehand.

There were more than twenty people on the tower, and thirty people behind the gate.

A hint of disdain flashed across Song Lin's face: "Zhang Yang has truly met his end! He thinks he can scare away General Yuwen's iron cavalry with just a fire poker?"

The next second, Song Lin suddenly heard a series of thunderous sounds, like firecrackers going off.

Trained warhorses may not be afraid of flames, but they have a natural fear of explosive gunpowder!

Bullets, streaked with fire, rained down on the cavalrymen charging at the forefront.

Song Lin watched helplessly as the soldiers on either side charged forward, when suddenly he screamed in agony and fell off his horse.

"What? What kind of sorcery is this?"

Song Lin was horrified. Just as he was about to discuss countermeasures with his deputy, he witnessed a bullet precisely hitting the deputy's head, blasting his brains out. Red liquid and bullet fragments splattered all over Song Lin's face.

"What?"

Song Lin suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He looked up and saw a dark gun barrel aimed at him from the direction of the tower.

boom!

Song Lin was lucky; his horse was tripped by the corpse of a cavalryman ahead, causing him to fall off and narrowly avoid being shot.

However, after this volley of fire, the cavalrymen at the forefront fell like wheat being harvested!

The corpses of horses and cavalrymen became the new tripwires in the military camp, causing the charging horses to fall over!

"Shenji Battalion, reload!"

"Bombing battalion, relay!"