The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

"Because of the Divine Machine Battalion and the Bombing Battalion."

Wang Zhun suddenly spoke up.

"What?"

Several people were stunned.

Wang Lie said admiringly, "Last time, the general told us to hold back and not to show the full strength of the Divine Machine Battalion and the Bombing Battalion. This made Yuwen Chong unsure of the power of our new weapons and how much damage they could inflict on cavalry."

"Yuwen Chong can't accurately predict how many casualties he'll suffer when attacking our stronghold. He only has valuable cavalry, not the kind of infantry that can risk their lives for resources."

"His eight thousand cavalrymen will be the absolute main force on the battlefield in the future, and he dares not gamble with them."

Zhang Yang's expression darkened: "What I'm most worried about right now isn't these eight thousand cavalry. It's... that the enemy might shift the main battlefield of Xiangji Temple to our location."

Yuchi Xin said, "General, the Black Flag Army has been moving around so frequently lately; Commander Guo should have already received the news. We should just wait for their reinforcements!"

Zhang Yang did not respond to Yuchi Xin's words.

On the battlefield, the ultimate goal is to achieve strategic results.

Often, in order to achieve certain strategic results, some sacrifices must be made.

Now, the Uyghur army camp, caught between the Black Flag Army and the main force of the Tang Dynasty, is very likely to become the pawn to be discarded!

A chill gradually crept into Zhang Yang's eyes.

Are you trying to use me as a pawn?

I've worked so hard to get to where I am today, and I won't let you define my fate!

Zhang Yang said calmly, "Tell the brothers to get ready. Tonight, we're going to raid their camp!"

Upon hearing this, the brothers, who had been excited, immediately showed expressions of shock.

"General, you're not joking, are you? The enemy has eight thousand men!"

"Yes, brother, although I, Guo Shitou, don't understand military strategy, I can still do math!"

Zhang Yang said calmly, "The Zhengyang Army's thousand men are not enough, but if we add the four thousand cavalry from the Uyghur tribe, the situation will be different."

The Uyghur camp.

Zhang Yang, accompanied by Guo Shitou, Guo Huzi, and several other trusted confidants, headed straight for the Uyghur camp.

When the Uyghur soldiers on the road saw Zhang Yang, they tried to stop him.

"Commander Zhang, if you want to see our Khan, you should at least let us know in advance! Besides, it's really inappropriate for you to be carrying weapons!"

Zhang Yang stepped forward and grabbed the Uyghur soldier, his face contorted with anger: "Report? Let me ask you, what was Mo Yanchuo doing when the Black Flag soldiers attacked the military camp?"

"The rebels have already reached our doorstep; you should take up arms and be ready to fight at any time!"

"You yourselves have eyes, you can see our military camp is surrounded, right? Let me tell you the truth, the rebels are preparing to move to a new battleground, and your Uyghur military camp is on their way!"

"If a fight breaks out, not a single person in this military camp will escape!"

Just as Zhang Yang said, the Uyghur soldiers were very uneasy about the encirclement of the military camp.

In addition, Zhang Yang's armor still had traces of blood and the smell of gunpowder, indicating that he had just come from the front lines, which immediately silenced the Uyghur soldiers.

"Zhang, Military Supervisor Zhang, you should quickly go and discuss countermeasures with our Khan!"

"We can't let ourselves be trapped and die in the military camp!"

Zhang Yang abandoned the Uyghur soldier, his face cold, and led a group of his confidants straight to the Khan's camp.

Wang Lie asked in a low voice, "Brother, there are still a few guards near his tent. What should we do?"

Zhang Yang's expression was cold: "Kill them all."

Sure enough, as soon as Zhang Yang approached the tent, several guards who were loyal to Mo Yanchuo gathered around him.

What are you people doing?

Zhang Yang beckoned to the lead guard: "Come here, I have something important to tell you."

The guard believed him and moved closer to Zhang Yang. However, the next second, a blood-soaked knife pierced through his body.

At the same time, Guo Shitou and his men also swiftly killed the other guards.

Zhang Yang pulled out his bloodstained knife and headed straight for Mo Yanchuo's camp.

The moment the tent flap was cleaved open, a curved blade came crashing down on Zhang Yang's head.

Zhang Yang reacted quickly, deflecting the attack with his Zhang family knife and kicking Mo Yanchuo in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

Wang Lie and the others followed immediately and subdued Mo Yanchuo on the ground.

Mo Yanchuo, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, glared at Zhang Yang and roared, "Zhang Yang, what are you trying to do? If you do this, our alliance with the Tang Dynasty will be completely broken!"

Zhang Yang looked at Mo Yanchuo and sneered, "Mo Yanchuo, stop pretending with me. You should have already prepared a plan to break through and retreat, right?"

Mo Yanchuo's eyes widened immediately: "You...how did you know...?"

Zhang Yang's expression was icy: "The rebels have been mobilizing for more than just a day or two. Even the scouts in the military camp can detect their movements with the naked eye. But I haven't received any news from Commander Guo yet. That can only mean that someone in the military camp is secretly contacting the high command of the army."

"Moyanchuo, I can kill you right now, and then retreat with my thousand Zhengyang soldiers ahead of time, leaving your four thousand Huihe soldiers as cannon fodder in the camp."

Mo Yanchuo's eyes were filled with rage: "You dare! Zhang Yang, if you dare to betray your allies, the military discipline of the Tang Dynasty will not let you off the hook!"

Zhang Yang sneered: "What if I only attacked my allies to maintain military discipline after discovering the Uyghur army's intention to desert?"

Mo Yanchuo's eyes widened in surprise, then he said with some resentment, "What do you want me to do?"

Zhang Yang said calmly, "The Tang Dynasty's higher-ups want us to be cannon fodder to wear down Yuwen Chong's cavalry. You and I both know that. Even if we manage to break through, we'll still be used as expendable resources in the subsequent decisive battle."

Mo Yanchuo knew Zhang Yang was telling the truth: "So?"

A glint of madness flashed in Zhang Yang's eyes: "I want command of your four thousand cavalry. They think I'm just a waste, but I'm going to use the five thousand troops in the military camp to scatter and crush Yuwen Chong's eight thousand cavalry!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Yan gasped, shaking his head repeatedly: "Zhang Yang, are you insane! Didn't you generals hear what he was saying? Your supervising officer is mad! Eight thousand elite cavalry! If we met them on the open battlefield, my cavalry would be at a disadvantage even with equal numbers!"

"We now have almost half their numbers! And we have the Black Flag Army supporting us from all sides. Zhang Yang, you're courting death!"

A cruel smile appeared on Zhang Yang's face as he pressed the Zhang family knife in his hand close to Mo Yanchuo's neck: "I'm not going to discuss this with you."

"Also, I'd like to remind you."

"If you don't cooperate with me, you'll die right now!"

After hesitating for a long time, Mo Yanchuo finally handed the military tally to Zhang Yang.