The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

The soldiers in Chongwen Camp, their eyes bloodshot as they stared at the wide-open gates, gritted their teeth and said, "Brothers, hold on! Their gates aren't closed yet! If we can break through, we can avenge our fallen brothers!"

Eager to make a name for themselves, these cavalrymen, even as their formation was thrown into chaos by the strange projectiles and flashes of fire, and men and horses fell to the ground, still charged towards the military camp as if they would win the war as long as they stormed into the camp!

However, the big one is coming!

Boom!

Zhang Lu was the first to throw out a devastating bomb; his aim was always excellent.

Just throw the thunderbolts into the densest area, as Zhang Yang told him!

In the center of the thunderbolt explosion, people and horses were torn to pieces, and shrapnel wounded people everywhere. If you were unlucky enough to be cut on an artery by shrapnel, you would be a blood-draining machine!

The horses, already terrified by the sound of muskets, were now completely disoriented and lost control of the elite cavalry when they heard the deafening roar of thunder.

Countless people were thrown from their horses and died from the fall or being trampled to death by the horses' hooves.

Even more terrifying was that those nightmarish thunderbolts were being dropped from the tower one by one, as if they were free!

Each bomb that exploded upon landing was like the Grim Reaper, reaping the lives of dozens of cavalrymen.

After witnessing firsthand the cavalryman at the epicenter of a deafening explosion being reduced to a bloody mist, Song Lin let out a frantic scream: "Retreat! Retreat! We can't win! They have divine intervention!"

"His gate is a trap; he's luring us inside!"

"We're all going to die here!"

Upon hearing this, the surviving soldiers of Chongwen Battalion, already terrified, lost all will to fight. They abandoned their horses, jumped off their out-of-control mounts, and ran away.

On the tower, Wang Zhun, musket in hand, rushed to Zhang Yang to report: "General, the Shenji Battalion is already fully reloaded! If we had been allowed to fire another volley sooner, we could have at least taken down twenty or thirty of them. Why won't you let us fire?"

Wang Zhun was itching to try it.

He had just shot the adjutant in the head, and when he aimed at the battalion commander of Chongwen Battalion, the latter was lucky enough to fall off his horse and dodge the shot.

The shot missed, and Wang Zhun was so upset that he couldn't sleep at night!

Zhang Yang chuckled and patted Wang Zhun on the shoulder: "Don't worry! There will be plenty of opportunities for your Shenji Battalion to show its might later!"

Wang Lie looked at Zhang Yang with some confusion: "Brother, why didn't you let our archer battalion fire all the arrows? Their formation was already broken in the first wave of the charge, and they were right within our range. If you had let us fire, I'm sure those five hundred cavalrymen would have been wiped out here today!"

Zhang Yang stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the endless mass of main force troops not far away.

"We need to broaden our perspective. Our opponent is not just these five hundred cavalrymen, but also Yuwen Chong's main force behind them. Yuwen Chong has a total of eight thousand cavalrymen. If we kill these five hundred, it won't cause Yuwen Chong any serious damage."

"However, if we let these remnants of the army return to Yuwen Chong's camp and spread some news, it would mean something completely different for us."

Wang Lie and Wang Zhun exchanged a glance, both understanding Zhang Yang's meaning: "To conquer a city is inferior to to conquer a heart! Brother, I understand!"

On the other side of the battlefield.

Yuwen Chong was leading his army to provide support when he discovered that the Chongwen Camp, which was serving as the vanguard, was in complete disarray.

After the flames and thick smoke passed, a group of terrified soldiers fled in panic.

"How dare you! Anyone who retreats will be executed!"

"Who's still retreating?"

The deserters in charge of dealing with the deserters had killed more than a dozen cavalrymen, their blades stained red with blood. Yuwen Chong felt a pang of sympathy for his soldiers.

"Enough, Commander-in-Chief! Where is Song Lin? Come here and answer me!"

A loyal soldier carried Song Lin, who had lost his mind and whose face was covered in brain matter and blood, out and knelt before Yuwen Chong.

"General, that Zhang Yang, there's something strange about him!"

Yuwen Chong's expression turned cold: "I'm asking about Song Lin, not you!"

Suddenly, Song Lin let out a strange cry, laughing and crying at the same time, and said, "General, we can't win! We can't possibly take this stronghold!"

The warlord was so angry his beard almost flew off his feet. He drew his sword and pointed it at Song Lin, roaring, "Song Lin! What is your intention in demoralizing your own troops and boosting the enemy's morale?"

Song Lin shook his head: "Zhang Yang is a Heavenly General. He has the Heavenly Emperor's help. He can summon thunder and lightning. Our soldiers and horses have all been shattered by lightning! There's no way we can break through!"

For a moment, the deputy generals beside Yuwen Chong and the soldiers who heard Song Lin's words all showed strange expressions.

They heard and saw the fire and the thunder.

These five hundred Chongwen cavalrymen, who had always been invincible, suffered a great loss in front of a mixed military camp in this area.

Could it be that Zhang Yang is truly blessed by some divine destiny?

Yuwen Chong glanced at the expressions of the generals beside him and thought to himself, "This is bad."

"For today, let's retreat for now! Set up camp nearby! By the way, Song Lin's Chongwen Battalion suffered a bit; they were ambushed by the enemy. Arrange a separate tent for them so they can get some rest!"

"yes!"

The deputy general understood Yuwen Chong's thoughts.

We must isolate Song Lin and these terrified cavalrymen; otherwise, if they are allowed to spread rumors in the army, the morale of the remaining seven thousand cavalrymen will be affected!

Yuwen Chong's face was gloomy as he looked at the tower on the military camp in the distance.

A tall figure could be vaguely seen on the tower, overlooking the entire battlefield.

"Zhang Yang? I'd like to see how much you can extend the life of this doomed Tang Dynasty!"

Yuwen Chong snorted coldly: "Surround this military camp! I refuse to believe I can't take this camp of five thousand miscellaneous soldiers!"

"yes!"

The main force of the Black Cavalry, numbering eight thousand, actually set up camp ten miles outside the Uyghur army camp, and cavalry were stationed at several key points.

It seemed as if they intended to trap Zhang Yang in the military camp and kill him!

"Damn it, have these Black Cavalrymen gone mad? The decisive battle is about to begin, why aren't they rushing to reinforce the front lines? What are they doing wasting their time here in the military camp?"

Guo Shitou looked at the dark mass of troops outside the military camp and couldn't help but curse.

Every day when he went up to the tower, he could see a dark mass of Black Flag soldiers, which made Lao Guo feel somewhat depressed.

Yu Chixin frowned: "These people are strange. They clearly outnumber us, and their military camp isn't a city, so its defenses aren't that solid. Why don't they attack?"

There was one more thing that Yuchi Xin didn't say aloud.

If they were to attack, they would most likely be unable to defend.