What are you trying to do? It's just to get your cheap younger brothers and sisters used to killing people in battles. Bailang's teachings to them are not for nothing. They want to test the results. Of course, first of all, use the useless Mongolians to consecrate them - for
Bailang didn't bother to kill the old, weak, sick and disabled Mongolians. Unless these people's disabilities were caused by weapons, and the so-called "murderous aura" in the old people could prove that they had entered the border to plunder, then Bailang would not spare them.
Usually he would let the cavalry who followed him practice their skills. These people had been replaced, and the useless wastes had gone home to farm, and the number of soldiers had been enriched - Bailang did not need to drink the blood of soldiers. What was left behind
In Bailang's opinion, people are just useful, and they are the worst soldiers he has ever led. "But as long as you dare to kill people, that's enough." He muttered. And his cheap siblings, two younger brothers, were asked by him to fight with him.
The desperate Mongolian hedged. "Yes, just rush in and kill. Are you practicing martial arts in vain?"
Bai Lang did not activate the power of the White Tiger. These old, weak, sick and disabled people were not worthy of being martyrs. Bai Lang sat on the horse and calmly watched his two brothers wielding spears and swords to kill the Mongolians. There was something unfamiliar about it.
Bailang couldn't stop laughing at everything he said, "It's true that these two young guys are extremely unhappy. The martial arts they practice in daily life can't be used in battle. If it weren't for the armor on these two boys' hands,
The weapons we have are good, but I’m afraid I’ll get hurt by those losers instead.”
Although these two boys are young, they are quite grown up and are not much different from ordinary soldiers. The two sisters are also taller and stronger than Daiyu and others who are older than them. "It looks like they are healthy.
Little sister." He looked at his two sisters and motioned them to go out to fight. Both men and women must be familiar with killing. The two little girls turned pale, but they did not dare to disobey their brother's will.
The two little girls looked at each other and made a decision quickly. Bai Xiao grabbed both guns and charged forward, while Bai Ying picked up a bow and arrow to cover behind. The tactics of these two made Bai Lang nodded slightly.
"Although the strength is not worth mentioning, the idea is very correct." Bai Xiao's two spears are like two snakes, one attacking and one defending, while Bai Ying is shooting bow and arrow. At first, both of them were a little panicked, but as the first one
After the Mongols were killed by them, they quickly adjusted.
They killed all the Mongols faster than their brother.
Especially Bai Ying's cavalry shooting was worthy of being a divine arrow, killing the most Mongolians among the four.
Bailang was quite satisfied. "These useless Mongolian Tatars let you practice your skills. Next, we have to speed up the sweep of this grassland. By then you should be able to meet the real armored Xue Jun." Bailang nodded.
Nodding, he led these cavalry and began to rush towards several important Mongol army gathering places. If the Mongols wanted to gather their troops to enter the pass to rob, there are several routes that can be basically determined, and there are only a few places where the troops can be gathered.
indivual.
In front of him was the Tatar camp. In the camp was the Great Khan's Suled flag, and outside the camp were light cavalry. "How many soldiers are there?" When Bailang looked back, he saw that all the cavalrymen below his cheap brother had expressions on their faces.
Pale white, it seems that he is very frightened. If he takes the battle for a moment, he is afraid that he will be defeated immediately. This makes it clear that Shaobao is just laughing secretly. The useless people of these people make him feel that this small court pill is not as good as the martial ethics of the Song Dynasty.
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"There are about six thousand cavalry, as the Mongolians call them. In fact, there are probably less than three thousand cavalry. The rest are poor infantry. The horses are just for traveling. They cannot be used for charging." Bai Lang said like Deng Cao.
They are generally light and light, but they are actually the elite of the Great Khan's own army. Otherwise, there would be no such units as mounted infantry. In Bai Lang's eyes, they are nothing more than bidders.
He ran back to the horse and ran a few steps, "Everyone, follow me into the battle!" Bai Lang didn't show any intention of Bai Hu. He just took off the weapon from the pack horse, waved it and rushed out at the lead. His younger siblings also did the same.
They gritted their teeth and followed, and the rest of the cavalry looked at each other and had to follow them. In this case, it was really easy to be chased by the Mongolian cavalry if they were alone. And most of the cavalry actually killed the leader first when they saw it.
When he came out, he didn't think much about the military orders and just followed them out naturally.
This time Bailang's horse was not wearing armor, but was covered with arrow-proof felt. Bailang was not wearing heavy armor either, just a battle robe and chainmail. What he wore on his head was an Ming iron helmet - this
He was familiar with this stuff. He had worn it since he was a junior officer. Since it belonged to a senior officer, the iron helmet was inlaid with gold and dragon and tiger patterns. The tassel was red to distinguish it from the white tassels of his subordinates. "It was supposed to be a pangolin armor.
However, the military department of the imperial court is not as good as the Ming Dynasty military department, and actually there is no usable Shanwen armor in the warehouse."
The Mongolian cavalry also discovered the white waves rushing over, mainly because they saw the big horses. They were a little panicked at first, probably because they thought the Cossacks were coming. But then they found that there were not many cavalry rushing over, and they were all in Southern Dynasty armor.
So the Qingqi came up to entangle them, while the people in the camp shouted Ma Ming and gathered the army to fight - those who dared to go out of the border town to attack the Mongolian camp must be the elite of the nine-sided elite of the Southern Dynasty. Once these soldiers were defeated, the Southern Dynasty would definitely be dejected.
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Qingqi arrows rained down like rain, all aimed at Bailang who was rushing in front of him. Moreover, after the Mongolians shot an arrow, they picked up their sabers to fight against each other. Bailang casually dialed and deflected the arrows that were aimed at him - this horseman
The bows were soft and the arrows were short, so their destructive power was really not very good. By the time the Mongols were shocked, the two sides were already very close. This Han general - of course they could tell that he was a Han general, regardless of the clothes on his body.
The shirt, helmet, and the red tassel on the helmet can all prove this.
The Han general's martial arts skills were completely beyond their expectations. Unfortunately, it was too late when they knew this. As soon as Bailang met the enemy, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and his head, half of his body, hands, etc. all separated from his body.
, and even many of them were the heads of war horses. Bailang always killed people and horses together. The long knife swept through the people and horses, and they were all broken.
No need to shake off the debris.
The few remnant soldiers who were left behind for the younger brothers and sisters were all scared out of their wits, and were easily harvested by these people. At this time, Bai Lang activated the power of the white tiger ghost, and when there was a roar of a tiger, overwhelming pressure came from behind.
The soldiers were also carried by the Demon, and while losing their sanity, they also became very violent, and their strength became much stronger. Bailang slowed down a little, so that the soldiers behind him were not so out of touch - this was also beneficial to his frontal
The enemy troops will not separate early, allowing him to kill them in large numbers.