The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

After leaving the tent, Zhang Yang left Wang Lie behind: "I'll send over a few more cavalry battalions later. After nightfall, kill Mo Yanchuo and burn down his camp."

Wang Lie nodded, revealing a batch of weapons he had seized from the rebels: "Don't worry, brother, I'll make sure it's done flawlessly."

Then, Zhang Yang looked at Wang Zhun and asked, "Have all the people in the back mountain been taken care of?"

Wang Zhun nodded: "No problem, General. If there is any unrest in the military camp, it will not threaten the civilians."

Zhang Yang nodded and grasped the military tally in his hand.

"Alright, now, let's wait until tonight when the time is right to mobilize the Uyghur army."

As evening approached, the Uyghur army discovered that today's meals seemed exceptionally good; in addition to provisions, there was even meat soup!

"Is it time to take action?"

"Should we break out? Those Black Flag soldiers have been surrounding us for a whole day!"

Just then, Zhang Yang arrived at a high platform and said loudly, "Warriors of the Uyghurs, tonight is your time to make a name for yourselves! These rebels think that by surrounding the Uyghur camp, they can crush your courage and wear down your will."

"But all of that is utter nonsense! You represent the bravery of the Western Regions, you bear the glory of the grasslands on your shoulders! These rebels are nothing but chickens and dogs under your scimitars!"

"Tonight, we will launch a surprise attack on the enemy, and you will achieve unparalleled merit!"

As he spoke, Zhang Yang raised the military tally: "The Uyghur military tally is here! Where are the warriors of the Uyghur army!"

The Uyghur soldiers, who were eating, bowed and performed the Western Regions salute.

"Greetings, Khan!"

For these soldiers, seeing the military tally was like seeing the Great Khan himself.

"Your Khan has already led a small team to ambush outside the military camp."

"He specifically entrusted this military tally to me, instructing you to lead them in a pincer attack against the rebels and crush them!"

Guo Shitou and Guo Huzi, hidden among the Uyghur soldiers, led the charge, shouting, "Charge the rebels!"

"Crush the rebels!"

In the midst of this passionate atmosphere, few people doubted the authenticity of the transfer order.

Even if some officers had doubts, they immediately became obedient the moment they saw Zhang Yang's Zhang family knife.

Night falls.

Zhang Yang lowered a rope from the tower of the fortress, allowing two squads from the Divine Machine Battalion and the Bombing Battalion to leave the fortress first and quietly ambush under the cover of night.

Since the two battalions together only numbered around a hundred men, their small-scale operations were difficult for the enemy to detect.

Then, Zhang Yang suddenly opened the military camp and ordered Guo Huzi to lead the Zhengyang Army's cavalry battalion, carrying torches, to raid the camp in a grand manner.

Yuwen Chong was no ordinary man either. He had arranged for spies to keep an eye on the movements of the military camp. When the enemy cavalry attacked, the rebel scouts spurred their horses and rushed back to the camp to report.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Cavalry attack!"

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Chong, who was about to retire for the night, immediately put on his armor and got up.

"Those fools who don't know their own mortality actually dared to attack our camp!"

Yuwen Chong had actually made preparations in advance, arranging for a subordinate general named Dong Cong to prepare a cavalry force of 800 men to deal with any emergencies.

Now that news of the enemy attack has just arrived, Dong Cong immediately led eight hundred cavalry to meet the enemy!

"These ignorant bandits! With so few men, they dare to attack our camp?"

Dong Cong, wielding a long sword, took the lead.

"Capture these bandits! Avenge our brothers from Chongwen Camp during the day!"

When Guo Huzi saw that Dong Cong's cavalry was fully equipped and in neat formation, he knew that this cavalry unit had been prepared in advance.

Guo Huzi immediately shouted, "Oh no! They're on guard! We're doomed, we're doomed, run, run!"

As he spoke, he seemed so flustered that he even dropped the torches in his hands, and the group fell into disarray, running towards the jungle.

Dong Cong laughed loudly: "A bunch of idiots! Lighting torches during a nighttime enemy attack! Isn't that blatantly telling everyone your location?"

However, Yuwen Chong, who had just come out of the central command tent, panicked when he saw the torches: "Oh no! Quickly persuade Dong Cong to come back! I only ordered him to lead eight hundred cavalry on defense, who told him to pursue them!"

However, Dong Cong, eager to make a name for himself, had already chased Guo Huzi into the jungle.

Guo Huzi chuckled inwardly, "Just as my elder brother said! Yuwen Chong must be on guard!"

"Brothers of the Divine Machine Battalion, I've brought your prey in!"

Dong Cong was startled when he heard Guo Huzi's shout.

"What?"

He pulled on the reins, wanting to stop and check the situation.

However, in that instant when the car came to a complete stop, Wang Zhun, who had been lying in ambush in the grass, aimed at his chest and fired a shot from his musket.

A bullet pierced Dong Cong's chest.

Next, the crackling sound of bullets echoed continuously from all directions in the jungle.

Because it was nighttime, and the Shenji Battalion's ambush was very scattered, it felt to Dong Cong's eight hundred cavalrymen as if gun barrels were coming from all directions.

Fifty musketeers, in this jungle, somehow managed to fire as if they were five hundred!

At the same time, Guo Huzi's light cavalry, taking advantage of their speed, threw their torches into the jungle, instantly setting off a large fire.

Of the eight hundred cavalrymen led by Dong Cong, only a few were killed directly by muskets; most died from falling, being trampled, or being burned during their escape.

Yuwen Chong stood in the camp, watching the flames rise outside the tents and a thick plume of smoke soar into the sky, his fists clenched tightly.

One of his subordinates said, "General Yuwen, let's go and meet Dong Cong! Perhaps these brothers can still..."

Yuwen Chong interrupted him abruptly: "Are you an idiot? We've already lost nearly a thousand men! And these were our most elite cavalry!"

"They didn't suffer any losses on the open battlefield; they were all wiped out by a ragtag general from a small military camp!"

The officer obediently shut his mouth.

He also knew that Dong Cong had a degree of self-inflicted blame.

If Dong Cong hadn't been so eager for quick success and acted rashly, he wouldn't have fallen into Zhang Yang's ambush.

Yuwen Chong took a deep breath, and suddenly something occurred to him, and a strong sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

"Go! Quickly recall the thousand cavalrymen stationed on the eastern road of the military camp! Go now!"

Just as a scout was about to set off, he saw two or three hundred surviving soldiers riding back to the camp in a disheveled state, many of them wounded.

"General! Zhang Yang has gone mad! He's sent almost all the soldiers from his camp out, heading straight for us! There are at least three or four thousand cavalry!"

Yuwen Chong's eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "Ah! Wasn't it said that the Zhengyang Army and the Uyghur Army were at odds, and that it was almost impossible for them to coordinate any actions? Where did these three or four thousand cavalrymen come from?"

"Zhang Yang! You're a complete madman!"

Yuwen Chong considered himself a seasoned general.

But after years of fighting on the battlefield, he had never seen Zhang Yang's unconventional fighting style!