The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

The people around Zhang Rourou were already terrified, like quails, not daring to utter a sound.

Seeing Zhang Rourou about to suffer a terrible fate, many people covered their eyes.

If a person were to be repeatedly violated by these beasts, even if they survived, they would be ruined.

Zhang Yang frowned, his teeth clenched so tightly they clicked, and his fists were so clenched that the veins bulged.

"If the Longwu Army won't help, we will! We can't just stand by and watch the people of Guodu Town be harmed by them!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Huo, the captain of the Dragon Martial Army, burst into laughter.

"Just you few? Have you ever killed anyone? Have you ever seen a dead body? If you can rescue the person, I'll exempt you guys from military service."

Zhang Yang glanced at the arrogant Qin Huo, said nothing, and led his men from the edge of the hillside toward the town center.

Just then, the rebel army of the Great Yan in the town seemed to have also noticed something amiss.

The rebel soldier who had just torn off Zhang Rourou's cloth stopped, walked up to the centurion, and said in a cold voice.

"Sir, it seems a Tang army is approaching from over there. Should we...?"

The centurion sneered, completely disregarding the Dragon Warrior Army.

"It's the Dragon Martial Army. We've already terrified them. They didn't dare to fight us when we encountered them before. Don't be afraid. You few are just going to ravage their people in front of these Tang soldiers. I want to see what they can do!"

"Thank you, sir!"

The rebel soldier grinned from ear to ear, bowed, and turned to bully Zhang Rourou again.

He ripped off Zhang Rourou's belt, pulling her pants down to her ankles.

A pair of legs, white as snow, smooth as cream, straight and slender, were exposed to the eyes of several rebels.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a gulp.

"I'll do it."

"I'll go first!"

Several rebel soldiers actually started arguing over who should deal with Zhang Rourou.

At this moment, Zhang Yang and his group also made their way into the alley not far away.

Zhang Yang didn't risk a charge. Instead, he instructed, "We're outnumbered and only have bows and arrows. We're at a disadvantage in close combat. We'll guard the alleys. You'll form groups of two or three, and each of you should find a rebel soldier. When I make my move, immediately fire arrows to ambush them. After you're done, hide in the alleys. The alleys in town are narrow; their longswords won't be very effective!"

"Understood!" The brothers' eyes were fixed on Zhang Yang, their nerves on edge, their hands gripping the recurve bow tightly, and they nodded through gritted teeth.

"Spread out and launch a surprise attack!"

After saying those four words, Zhang Yang ran out of the alley and stared directly into the eyes of the Great Yan rebels.

The rebels of Great Yan were all dumbfounded, wondering where this reckless fellow had come from.

Before they could react, Zhang Yang had already nocked three arrows and drawn his recurve bow to its full extent.

With a dull thud of the bowstring, three arrows shot through the air.

Whoosh whoosh!

The three arrows pierced through the bodies of the three rebel soldiers who were bullying Zhang Rourou.

Before the three could react, they were riddled with bloody holes and collapsed onto Zhang Rourou.

Zhang Rourou was also stunned, her big eyes staring blankly at the burly figure in front of her.

It was as if a god had descended to earth.

At this point, the rebel centurion finally realized what was happening.

He roared, "Enemy attack! Defend! Defend!"

Just as Zhang Yang released his arrow, Guo Shitou and Guo Huzi each aimed at a rebel soldier.

Recurve bows are powerful, and these kids grew up playing with guns, sticks, bows, and swords.

Even though his aim wasn't as good as Zhang Yang's and he couldn't kill with one shot, he still managed to hit the rebels of Great Yan.

Just then, the rebel centurion spotted the group with a quick glance. Although they were all carrying bows and arrows, they didn't have any decent weapons.

He immediately shouted to the remaining rebels, "Mount up! Everyone, mount up! These bandits have no swords or weapons. Charge! One volley and wipe them out!"

With the command of the rebel centurion, the rebels immediately mounted their horses.

It must be said that the fighting power of the Great Yan rebels should not be underestimated.

The horse galloped in, and all the brothers' arrows missed their mark.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang immediately shouted, "Get into the alley! Don't act recklessly!"

Upon hearing Zhang Yang's words, Guo Shitou and the others also ran into the alley, while the Great Yan rebels immediately chased after them.

Just then, the rebel centurion rode a tall horse, carrying a lance, and charged straight at Zhang Yang with a murderous aura.

With only the centurion in front of him, Zhang Yang did not run into the alley.

Instead, he drew his bow again, two arrows, one aimed at the horse's head, and the other at the centurion.

The next second, two arrows left the bowstring and flew straight toward the rebel centurion with a whooshing sound.

The horse's head was pierced by the powerful impact of the recurve bow, but the centurion deflected the arrow with his lance.

However, the horse he was riding was hit by an arrow, and its front hooves slipped, throwing the centurion off the saddle.

The rebel centurion quickly rose haphazardly from the ground, holding a lance, his eyes flashing with chilling killing intent as he looked at the rebel corpses on the ground.

Qin Huo, the captain of the Longwu Army, who was standing on the high slope, shook his head with a mocking expression when he saw this scene.

"This kid doesn't know his own limitations. Although he has some brains and knows to lure the Great Yan rebels into the alley to fight, he thinks he can deal with the Great Yan rebels' centurion. Who is that? Shi Dingguo, a brave general who once killed more than thirty of our Longwu Army soldiers."

"He's dead meat."

Zhang Yang and Shi Dingguo are locked in a standoff.

Shi Dingguo, holding his spear in both hands, coldly asked, "Boy, good archery. You've killed so many of my brothers, and I still don't know who you are, or which Tang army you belong to?"

In Shi Dingguo's eyes, to achieve such a feat with just a bow and arrow, this person must be a famous border soldier of the Tang Dynasty. The Longwu Army had no such hero.

Zhang Yang remained expressionless and responded coldly.

"I'm just an ordinary citizen. But I don't need to tell you my name; after all, there's no need to know the dead."

"Arrogant!"

Shi Dingguo roared, his anger stemming not only from Zhang Yang's arrogance but also from the fact that the other party was just an ordinary citizen who, with only a few people, was about to annihilate their entire conscription team.

He simply could not tolerate such humiliation!

As he spoke, Shi Dingguo picked up his spear and charged towards Zhang Yang with lightning speed.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang simply stopped using his bow and arrows, tossed them aside, and drew the dagger from his waist.

Even Qin Huo, standing atop the high slope, couldn't bear to see Zhang Yang being smashed into a pulp by the horse spear below, so he turned his head away.

Zhang Yang remained calm and composed, his feet in a bow stance.

Holding his breath, with a whoosh, like a bolt of lightning, he tilted his body and dodged Shi Dingguo's thunderous lance.

The next second, he appeared directly in front of Shi Dingguo.

A cold glint flashed in his hand, and before Shi Dingguo could react, a deep, bone-revealing gash was ripped open in his throat!