The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

Early the next morning, Zhang Yang and Liu Yun'er dragged their tired bodies out of bed.

I got dressed and left the room.

Liu Qiao'er looked at the two of them with red eyes and a reproachful expression.

Liu Yun'er asked with a puzzled look, "Qiao Niang, what's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Liu Qiao'er pouted and complained.

"Hmph, you promised not to bother me, but you two kept me up most of the night. Sister, didn't you say you wouldn't exhaust your husband's energy? You lied."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yun'er blushed deeply with embarrassment.

That was indeed her initial thought.

But who could have imagined that once Zhang Yang started, he wouldn't stop?

Who can control this?

However, Liu Yun'er was also secretly delighted.

My husband is like a bull, with boundless energy that seems inexhaustible.

Before losing her virginity, Liu Yun'er was always both curious and afraid of such things.

Looking back now, the experience was unforgettable.

However, Liu Yun'er still pretended to be righteous and said.

"My husband is already so tired despite his good health, how can we sisters serve him at the same time? Here's what we'll do: when he returns, you can keep him company."

Zhang Yang scratched his head sheepishly to the side.

Can this be discussed?

Actually, it's not impossible for two wives to serve together.

It can withstand it quite well.

Just then, Guo Shitou and his brothers arrived in the courtyard.

They all carried recurve bows on their backs, and their quivers were full of arrows.

Guo Shitou said nervously, "Brother, those rebels are fast. They went to town to arrest people first thing this morning."

People in the Tang Dynasty had a habit of going to the early morning market in the town. They would bring wild vegetables, cloth they wove themselves, and firewood they collected to the market to exchange for food.

These days, food is incredibly expensive, and no family has any surplus grain. They rely on this market to exchange for necessities to survive.

I never expected that these damned rebels of the Great Yan would actually come to the morning market to arrest people. Isn't this just making it so that ordinary people can't live?

How many of them are there?

The number of personnel and the structure of the military branches are Zhang Yang's biggest concerns.

Guo Shitou looked embarrassed: "I... I don't know either. I heard it from someone who escaped from the morning market."

After all, Guo Shitou was just a kid, and he was apprehensive about facing the Great Yan rebels alone.

Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and suddenly stood up straight.

"Let's go take a look first."

After saying this, Zhang Yang slung his recurve bow over his shoulder, took his arrows, tucked his dagger into his waistband, walked up to the two women, said a few words to them, and then led his brothers to the town in a great hurry.

Liu Yun'er and Liu Qiao'er stood by the fence, looking worriedly in the direction Zhang Yang and his group had left.

They clasped their hands together in unison.

"May the Bodhisattva bless my husband so that he may return safely."

Zhang Yang and his group were good walkers, and since the town was not far from Guojia Village, they arrived in the town in just over fifteen minutes.

They hid on a high slope and concealed themselves.

At first glance, the morning market in Guodu Town was in complete disarray, with all kinds of stalls smashed and a group of rebel soldiers from the Great Yan Dynasty brandishing knives and spears, with stolen chickens, ducks and geese in their hands.

That wasn't conscription; it was robbery.

Several elderly people lay on the ground, hacked to death, while a row of young people were tied together with ropes by the rebel army of the Great Yan.

They huddled in a corner, trembling like a pile of dead dogs.

To Zhang Yang's surprise, the rebels numbered twenty. Although they were not wearing heavy armor, they were all carrying weapons.

The leader was a Turkic barbarian with a distinctive Turkic hairstyle called a turban. He was carrying a mixed iron lance and, judging from his accessories, was probably a centurion.

Just then, the centurion of the Great Yan rode a tall horse, his lance pressed against the chest of an old man, with a beautiful young girl of sixteen or seventeen standing beside him.

Holding a household registration book in his hand, he roared in a gruff voice, "You're Zhang Sigua from Dujiabao, aren't you?"

"It is indeed I, the old one." Zhang Sigua trembled all over, his legs shaking, and his voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Zhang Sigua, the household registration says you have two sons who are already adults. Right now, our Great Yan is in dire need of manpower. Why don't you hurry up and send your two sons to the army camp?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Sigua immediately knelt down before the centurion.

"Sir, my eldest son has already been conscripted and died in the Battle of Tongguan. My second son is only fourteen years old. If he joins the army, the Zhang family line will end!"

As he spoke, the old man kowtowed repeatedly, until blood appeared on his forehead.

"Hmph, the eldest son died in battle, isn't the second son the perfect avenger? Men, take this old man to his house and arrest him. If you can't find him, burn this old man and his dilapidated house down!"

As they spoke, the two rebels were about to grab Zhang Sigua.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Sigua suddenly roared and shoved a rebel soldier to the ground.

"If you won't let me live, I'll fight you to the death!"

Just as Zhang Sigua clenched his fist and charged at another soldier, there was a clang.

A spear struck him directly on the top of the head.

His brains splattered, and he died on the spot.

The centurion scoffed coldly, "You're asking for it."

The men who were tied up were so frightened by this scene that they almost wet their pants.

The centurion did this to make an example of someone.

"Father!" Zhang Sigua's daughter, Zhang Rourou, threw herself into her father's arms and burst into tears.

The centurion glanced down, a slight smile playing on his lips, and gave a look to his soldiers.

The soldiers understood on the spot.

Several soldiers stepped forward and began to drag Zhang Rourou. Zhang Rourou screamed loudly, but no one paid any attention to her.

Just then, a troop of Longwu Army cavalry arrived on the high slope, but remained unmoved by the violence perpetrated by the Great Yan rebels.

Zhang Yang stood up and went straight to the captain of the Dragon Martial Army, angrily rebuking him.

"Aren't you Tang soldiers? You stand idly by while the rebels bully the people?"

Qin Huo, the captain of the Dragon Martial Army, glanced down at Zhang Yang and sneered.

"Can't you see we're the Dragon Martial Army? We're the protectors of the Emperor and his princes. A few lowly commoners think we'd take action? Dream on! If you want us to save people, fine, but hand over the silver. Ten taels of silver to save one person, isn't that much?"

Hearing these cold and heartless words, Zhang Yang was furious.

No wonder the Longwu Army suffered a crushing defeat. With such a bunch of incompetent officials' sons supporting them, how could they not be defeated!

"Big brother, what should we do?" Guo Shitou and the others quickly walked to Zhang Yang's side.

At that moment, in the nearby morning market, several rebels pinned Zhang Rourou to the ground. One of the rebels ripped off a piece of burlap from Zhang Rourou's chest, exposing her bright red bodice to everyone's eyes.

"Help me! Help me!"