The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

Shi Dingguo stared at Zhang Yang in disbelief, his lance slipping from his hand. He clutched his throat and knelt down.

With a thud, he collapsed to the ground.

His eyes widened, his whole body trembled a few times, and then he was dead beyond any hope of survival.

Zhang Yang remained calm, flicking the dagger in his hand to wipe off the blood, and then sheathed it back into its scabbard at his waist.

Just then, his men began to emerge from the alley one after another.

Each person held a sword belonging to the Great Yan rebels in one hand, and a rebel's head in the other.

They were all thrown together, and the ground was covered in blood.

At this moment, Zhang Yang remembered and turned around to stand in front of Zhang Rourou.

At this moment, Zhang Rourou was already so frightened that she was completely at a loss, her bright eyes staring at Zhang Yang.

With one hand covering her ample white chest, and her pants not yet pulled up, her pair of straight, slender, beautiful legs were exposed to Zhang Yang.

I don't know who Zhang Yang really is.

I don't know how the other person will treat me.

Zhang Yang took a deep breath, reached out and helped Zhang Rourou pull up her pants, then took off his own clothes and gently draped them over her to cover her.

"Don't be afraid, it's alright now. Those damned rebels can't bully you anymore."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Rourou could no longer hold back.

With a loud cry, she threw herself into Zhang Yang's arms.

Compared to the two women, Zhang Rourou's body was lighter and softer, like a bud that had not yet bloomed.

delicate and charming.

Zhang Yang sighed.

In chaotic times, this is the tragedy of women.

Zhang Yang gently patted Zhang Rourou's back, comforting her, "It's alright, it's alright."

Just then, the Longwu Army on the high slope charged over at full speed, and the loud hoofbeats caught Zhang Yang's attention.

Zhang Yang stood up, and the rest of his brothers quickly gathered around him.

He looked at the Longwu Army's cavalry with a solemn expression.

When Qin Huo, the leader, saw the corpses and heads of the Great Yan rebels scattered all over the ground, he was stunned.

He was especially shocked when he saw that Shi Dingguo, the centurion of the Great Yan who had once slaughtered their Longwu Army like watermelons, had also died at Zhang Yang's hands.

However, Qin Huo's face quickly turned cold, and his expression became serious.

"You killed all of these people?"

Zhang Yang snorted coldly, slowly raised his head, and responded neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"I think the adults on the high slope should be able to see everything clearly. If it's not us, then are we just cowards hiding on the high slope?"

"How dare you speak to our captain like that!"

"A Dragon Warrior roared."

Qin Huo waved his hand.

"What's your name?" Qin Huo asked coldly.

"Zhang Yang. A resident of Guojia Village."

Zhang Yang responded coldly.

Qin Huo raised an eyebrow: "You guys are indeed quite skilled, your abilities are impressive. How about this, starting today, you'll be incorporated into my Dragon Martial Army as frontline soldiers, and you, Zhang Yang, will be their platoon leader, how about that?"

Zhang Yang snorted coldly, a bitter feeling rising in his heart.

By shooting down so many rebels from the Great Yan, even if he can't be exempted from military service, at least he won't have to go to the Trapped Camp to die, right?

Let alone the platoon leader in the Trapped Camp, even the centurion and chiliarch are just cannon fodder.

"Not interested."

Zhang Yang said it bluntly.

To put it bluntly, he would never send his brothers to their deaths.

These words enraged the soldiers of the Dragon Martial Army.

They all drew their swords from their waists, glaring angrily at Zhang Yang and his men, seemingly ready to attack at any moment.

"How dare you!"

Zhang Yang glanced coldly at the group of Longwu soldiers, his gaze showing no sign of fear.

He sneered, "What? When you Dragon Martial Army saw the Great Yan rebels, you all cowered like turtles, your army collapsing like a house of cards. But now that you've come to our little town, you're acting all high and mighty. You really have quite the military might."

In the early stages of the An Lushan Rebellion, the Longwu Army was almost decimated, with very few cavalry remaining. The current Longwu Army is no longer comparable to what it used to be; it is now just a bunch of small fry.

If it weren't for Guo Linggong's Shuofang Army taking over later, their Longwu Army would probably have ceased to exist long ago.

Touched on a sore spot, Qin Huo's eyes instantly turned vicious and ferocious.

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences. Since you're unwilling to join the Dragon Martial Army, then you'll join the Great Yan rebels. In that case, what's the point of keeping you bastards around?"

As they were talking, the Longwu Army made their move, and the cavalry surrounded Zhang Yang and his group.

Zhang Yang's expression darkened slightly as he guessed what the other party was thinking.

These Dragon Warriors want to kill innocent people and claim credit for their crimes!

Absolutely shameless!

However, having already killed several members of the Dragon Martial Army, he didn't want to directly fall out with them.

He threatened in a cold voice, "So many people are watching. You'd better think twice before you make a move. Besides, if we wanted to surrender to the Yan army, why would we need to do it here? We just want to find a way to survive for the people of Guodu Town."

At this point, Zhang Yang had already lowered his voice considerably.

As long as the other side attacks them, they are not unwilling to give up the corpses of the Great Yan rebels on the ground, as well as their military merits.

To Zhang Yang's surprise, Qin Huo said with a smug look on his face.

"The common people? What are the common people anyway? After you're all dead, who will dare to speak ill of me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Yang suddenly looked up.

The movement was swift and fluid, and an arrow was suddenly released from the bow in his hand.

Whoosh!

puff!

The arrow pierced Qin Huo's neck, and before he could react, he fell off his horse.

"Attack! Don't let a single one escape!"

At Zhang Yang's command, his men immediately drew their bows and shot arrows.

At such close range, the Dragon Warriors had no chance to dodge. In addition, the recurve bows were extremely powerful, which the incompetent Dragon Warriors could not withstand.

The brothers still had the swords they had just seized in their hands, and in no time, almost all of the Dragon Warriors fell off their horses.

Only one member of the Dragon Martial Army, seeing that the situation was not good, did not entangle with Zhang Yang and his men, but turned his horse around and ran away.

Zhang Yang, however, calmly and slowly drew the bowstring to its fullest extent.

With a slight squint, another crisp sound rang out from the bowstring.

The fleeing Longwu soldier fell from his horse and crashed to the ground, dead beyond any doubt.

Zhang Yang let out a long sigh.

"We gave you a way to live, but you refused and insisted on courting death."

The people of Guodu Town kneeling to one side were all dumbfounded. Zhang Yang and his gang were too powerful. Not only did they wipe out the Great Yan rebel conscription team, but they also killed the Longwu Army cavalry without breaking a sweat.

Zhang Yang, however, had a solemn expression and felt uneasy, wondering if the news would get out from the mouths of these people.

As a result, a member of the public took the lead and knelt down directly in front of Zhang Yang and his group.

"The Dragon Martial Army fought the rebels to a standstill, with both sides suffering heavy losses and none surviving. The righteous Zhang Yang led his brothers to avenge the Dragon Martial Army, and their merit is immeasurable!"