The person he caught was a Jia La E Zhen. It’s hard to say this in front of everyone. You should retreat quickly. Didn’t you see that the master was kidnapped? In this case, his future will be dark. Bai Lang is a good person, so he is stuck.
He grabbed the man's neck and naturally made him unable to speak. He robbed people and also robbed horses. Those flagmen were indeed pretty smart and didn't even bother to take action. Before the higher-level officer gave the order,
, no one is willing to take action.
But they couldn't obey the orders of the monster-like man in front of them. They could only drag him away. However, Bailang found the cart himself, hitched it to the horse and left the city. No one dared to chase him, for fear that Bailang would directly kill Jia La.
Ezhen, this would be difficult for everyone. The heads were put on the car by the brave cavalry, because Bailang gave them five heads each, and this unlucky Jia La Ezhen was always being held by Bailang.
Just walked away like that.
The whole attack took less than half an hour from the beginning to Bailang's escape, and the army in the city had not reacted at all. This was also because Bailang killed too hard. The first batch of soldiers responsible for handing over the city defense were almost killed or injured.
Most of them have turned into grass valleys blown by white waves. "I said you like masters and slaves. I think you are really good-looking among the Tatars. You are not a catfish with big eyes and a mouth. Why don't I catch you and take you back?"
How about giving it to the emperor as a slave?" Bai Lang had nothing to do to scare the not-too-old Jia La E Zhen, who obviously looks older than him.
The unlucky Tatar was crying and not daring to move - Bailang broke into his army and grabbed him with force, this man saw it, and thinking about it now is like a nightmare.
His guards were still in front of him, but why did they fall to the ground in a blink of an eye? Moreover, this monster rushed in too fast, coming like a gust of wind. Bailang threw this guy onto the cart.
Next to the person's head, "How many are there?"
The brave Ye Buzai also responded very respectfully, "I'm telling you, Shaobao Bai, that I collected a total of sixty-three Tatar heads." Bailang scratched his chin beard and found with some sadness that it was covered in blood, "This
I only got sixty-three heads in one killing? The four of you gave you a total of twenty. Master, I only got forty-three heads this time. By the way, the reward for Zhenta's heads now is fifty taels each.
Right? Did you actually get thirty taels? In this case, it’s just over a thousand taels... This business can only be a steady stream."
Bailang suddenly felt that it was a good thing that he didn't kill them all, but he also knew that he couldn't do it at all - if he really let him kill, at the level of the Tatars, when he could kill three or four hundred, it would be time to give up. The next step was
His head was chopped off by the Tatars... If the Tatars had prepared scratching hooks and fishing nets wrapped with hair and wire, he would probably have killed at most 200 people before fleeing - and that's without being trapped.
If you are trapped, you may really have to fight to death.
So this kind of thing is just a boast, but this is already an unparalleled boast - if he can enter the army alone and kill hundreds of people, I'm afraid he really has to go to King Xiang in the Historical Records.
Now that Bai Lang discovered that his beard was stained with blood, he immediately felt uncomfortable all over. After a closer look, it was indeed like this - there was blood everywhere on his body, the blood left behind by his wanton killing.
While he was wiping the blood on his body with a cloth unhappily, Bai Lang muttered and calculated how long it would take to go to the threshing valley. "Once a month seems too frequent. If you keep doing this for at least a year, you won't be able to catch anything."
If the Tatars run away, it won’t be worth it... Let’s forget about this problem and talk about it later.” Bailang raised his head, “Hey! I know that a certain family didn’t gain much this time, so why don’t you send some more heads here specially?
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Those were the soldiers and horses chasing after Jinzhou City. They probably numbered in the thousands. They were all elite horse soldiers of the real Tatars, and many of them were Bagaras. Bailang had already seen the smoke and dust they raised, "You guys first
Let's go, I'll stay and charge for a while! Don't worry, how could Shaobao, the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, die in Liaodong so easily?" Bai Lang casually took an iron spear and replaced it with a bad horse - a good horse dies and loses a lot of money.
, it feels less painful when a bad horse dies.
Now he wants to charge into the battle. In fact, even good horses and bad horses can't run away. He can't run away with thousands of cavalry, so he can only defeat their courage through a head-on attack. "To be optimistic, he only needs to kill the most courageous one among them."
That's enough people!" Bai Lang also breathed a sigh of relief and moved his arms and joints, but those Ye Bu Shui had already abandoned the cart and ran away crazily - not forgetting to bring a few heads with them.
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Bailang slowly urged his horse to countercharge towards the enemy. That Jia La'e was really lucky. Bailang didn't kill him, and those soldiers didn't chop off his head by the way. They just left him in the car and ignored him. So did this guy.
He quickly climbed out of the car and rolled to the side. Bai Lang had good eyesight. The cavalry in front of him was neat and tidy, and they were as powerful as a dragon. They were filled with an overwhelming sense of killing. Bai Lang rode alone, watching the numbers.
The enemy soldier a hundred steps away smiled.
The next moment, the arrogant and ferocious White Tiger's evil spirit surged into the sky - first of all, he crippled his own horse... Bailang laughed and cursed and jumped up from the limp horse. "Sure enough, it's a waste snack, it's just the tiger that's on you."
With such shit on your back, you are still a war horse!" The high-spirited fighting spirit also caused chaos on the opposite side. Those horsemen only felt a fierce aura, but the horses were more sensitive, and they immediately felt that a tiger was coming.
The horse control ability of these vests is better than that of Bailang, and the horses are also good, so although I was panicked, nothing serious happened. I still quickly controlled the horse and charged towards Bailang - the sequelae was that the battle line was uneven, front and rear
They pulled away. Bailang held the spear, weighed it in his hand after thinking about it, and then threw it violently towards the opposite side. With a low whistle, the spear passed through the two of them like a bolt of lightning.
He smashed the horse's head from the first man's head, then punched a large transparent hole in the first man's chest, and then penetrated and stuck it between the chest and abdomen of the second man behind. Then Bailang
He used his own martial arts - he still lowered his body to save, but this time he used his leg skills to open the way. The whirlwind swept Tang's legs and broke the horse's legs with a direct kick as easy as breaking a reed stick. Bailang's legs were as big as
He spun left and right like an axe, and even made Thomas's maneuver. Several horses fell down on both sides with a sudden crash, and the momentum of the charge towards him came to a halt.
This chapter has been completed!