Bailang didn't leave any time for the people who were chasing after him to make any move. He didn't bother to kill them, but simply beat them all to death with one punch and one palm. "Speaking of which, we have met before. Last time
I said I wanted to kill you, but you ran away. It was one of those times when I let you go without saying anything. This time, I am going to keep my word." Bailang hit the ground and blew out the head of a certain young master. When the people behind him rushed
When they arrived, all the leaders and lecturers present had been simply killed.
"Next, after killing people like Zhao Hui, we should defeat the Tatars from south to north and finally cut off Qianlong's head." Bai Lang wiped his hands with those white robes and said to himself. He stood up straight.
He looked around and said, "I didn't see Princess Xiangxiang, but I took a look at it from a distance yesterday. That's all. That's all." Bai Shaobao glanced at the chief helmsman meaningfully, "This married woman
The women from the foreign country are always good to talk about, and I am optimistic about your protection."
"Chen Jialuo, I'm not a guard." The chief helmsman protested, but Bai Lang just laughed, "No wonder, it's just that I want to kill the Tatars next, will you go?" Bai Lang looked at the sky,
"It's still early, but I had a lot of fun killing today. So I'll go get some sleep and go kill tomorrow." He looked at Cuiyu Huangshan who was in a state of despair, "Killing her whole family in front of one person is indeed more tragic...
....But there are many tragedies in this world, not many like hers."
Bai Lang walked up to Huo Qingtong and lifted her chin with his fingers. "If you want to take revenge on me, draw your sword now. If you can't do it, then let me go." Bai Lang was already ready to kill the slave girl in front of him at any time.
Although it was a pity that such a beautiful woman was about to die, he had already said it well before, "There are many people who have died in this world, not just her."
It seems that she still doesn't want to die, maybe this is the custom of the grassland tribe. Cuiyu Huangshan dropped the sword in his hand, while Bailang ignored her and picked up his tent. He set up camp.
The tent belonging to He Zhuo in the Zhuo tribe is quite gorgeous, and these people also brought a lot of dried lamb fruits and even wine. "It's great. The teachings say that you cannot drink wine made from grapes - I remember it seems like this,
So here is simply the liquor from the Central Plains..."
A fire was lit, the mutton was burned, dried fruits were boiled with rice, and the fragrant milk tea was boiled - forget about the white wine for now. Bai Lang was eating by himself, and at this moment a woman sat down next to him and poured out silver tea.
The knife helped him cut off the mutton. "It seems that he has figured it out." Bai Lang thought, maybe he came to serve his enemy with the intention of revenge. The heads of the Red Flower Club have also left. Will anyone participate in tomorrow's battle?
do not know either.
Bailang, who had eaten and drank enough, was sleeping soundly in the tent. The muscles under his skin were shaking slightly as his internal energy spontaneously aroused. This was also preparation. If someone was to assassinate him, he would probably receive a spontaneous counterattack. After all, no one was assassinated.
, even Cuiyu Huangshan didn't do such a thing, she just slept on her own - the next day she would definitely follow Bailang to kill the Manchu soldiers, otherwise it would be difficult for her to face herself.
On the second day, gongs rang in the Qing army camp, and everyone watched Bai Lang coming out of the battle. The man's robe had also been mended, and the military crown was not damaged at all. This time Bai Lang
There was no weapon in his hands when he came out of the battle. This unarmed man just rode a horse towards the Qing army camp. Behind him was a masked woman riding a yellow gelding. This woman actually had a long sword on her waist.
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Bai Lang folded his arms and did not hold the horse's reins with both hands. He relied solely on his legs to control the horse and rushed towards the Qing army camp - and then he was hit by firecrackers and artillery. Unfortunately, the problem was that the Qing soldiers and the soldiers of the late Ming Dynasty
Like the Ming army, when they were still some distance away, they started to fight with gunpowder and smoke. Cannons and guns were flying everywhere, but unfortunately they were still six or seven feet away from Bailang. There was a pop in Bailang's chest, and he stretched out his palm to put it.
As soon as I picked it up below - a piece of lead just slipped out of my palm, and it didn't even penetrate my clothes.
The war horse under Bai Lang's crotch was frightened, so Bai Lang abandoned the horse and stood still. "Hey... is this the Manchu Firearms Camp?" In front of him was a fist-sized ball rolling slowly.
The shot put came. The camp gate was filled with smoke and could not be seen clearly. Bailang spread his body and moved sideways. Huo Qingtong gave up his horse and followed him closely. This kind of camp is suitable for dealing with large armies, but it is not suitable for martial arts.
For experts, the effect is really not great.
It is indeed difficult to avoid the infiltration of martial arts masters at night, but Bailang forced his way in in broad daylight - his movement was much faster than the movement of clear troops inside, and in just a cup of tea, he had already faced only sparse
The camp wall was defended by archers and some sword and shield men. The camp wall was very high, and Bailang climbed on it. He kicked left and right to clear away the people on top, and Bailang jumped down and entered the Qing army camp.
Once you enter the camp, it's easy. Just kill him at the central formation. He's alone - now there are two people. The target is small and the surrounding area cannot be surrounded. There is no enemy in front of Bailang, and he can kill people casually.
, and went straight towards the Chinese army camp - of course Huo Qingtong followed him like this, and couldn't even catch a single Qing soldier to kill.
The current Qing soldiers are not as ferocious as those in the late Ming Dynasty, not to mention that these guys are mainly from the green camp, so it is impossible to fill the gap for the commander. It is possible to let the commander go first, but it is impossible to resist the enemy.
It's impossible. So after Bai Lang killed less than thirty people, only a few of the Qing soldiers in front of him were still blocking him - basically they were knocked unconscious.
In this case, the Qing soldiers were much stronger than the Hezhuo tribe, and damn, people like Zhaohui were not in the military camp early in the morning - Bailang only killed a deputy commander... "Seriously.
Cunning, it's just that your fortune is good - but it's hard to say whether it will be good or bad." Bai Shaobao laughed three times and left.
He has spent enough time in the north and south of the Tianshan Mountains. Now he is quickly heading south to Guangdong and Guangxi. From there, Bai Lang will start his established policy of attacking the Manchus. As for the Red Flower Club not coming on this day, Bai Lang doesn't care - the rebellion of these people
He already knew the plan, but it was just relying on the elder brother of the chief helmsman that the emperor had rebelled. He also didn't know that Qianlong was the emperor in the first place, and he would still be the emperor if the rebellion succeeded. Besides, the probability of failure far exceeded that of success, so why should he take this risk.
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Compared to treason against the emperor, killing all the insiders and silencing them is a much simpler and easier option.
And the chief helmsman actually trusted Qianlong - I have to say that the Red Flower Club's ability to grasp straws is considered extraordinary...
This chapter has been completed!