Chapter 50
There were tens of thousands of peasant soldiers in front of them, but it was similar to the past. The generals led their trusted cavalry and led veterans who had experienced battles. Next came the civilians and miscellaneous soldiers, and finally the old, weak, women and children. Now the decisive battle with Governor Sun was proceeding step by step. Sooner or later, the peasant army would be formalized and most of these old, weak and trapped soldiers would be eliminated and set up as separate camps. But at the moment, Li Guo's army was about to collide with Governor Deng's "large army".
Governor Deng was also ready to die for his country. He was not defending the city, but was purely fighting the peasant army in the field. With his ability, he would not be able to escape if he lost. He only had more than 3,000 soldiers, so he could only hope that Bai Lang could defeat the peasant army. He still had some expectations for this.
Bai Lang charged forward alone, and the cavalry behind him was more than fifty steps away from him, which was actually out of touch. Bai Lang's outfit was also gorgeous, with the mountain pattern armor made by the Ministry of War, shining brightly, and the tiger head and the shiny reflective breastplate made this guy a shining man, and the phoenix wing helmet was also a collection carefully made by the Ministry of War and stored in the warehouse, also with a tiger face decoration, plus the red tassel on the top of the helmet, and finally Bai Lang's long red cloak and the half-vest of the warhorse under his crotch, which really made Bai Lang the focus of attention on the battlefield.
"Kill! Kill this Zhu family general!" The peasant soldiers shouted wildly, shooting , and the muskets were ready. Bai Lang just flicked his hand and deflected the arrows. "Hmph, your arrows are much weaker than those of the Jianzhou Tartars!" Bai Lang was holding the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in one hand. The sword was ten feet long, and the blade was four feet long. It looked like a terrifying weapon.
It was a piece of cake to deflect the arrows. Even if they were shot at the horse, they couldn't penetrate the vest. Besides, Bai Lang's blade was wide, so he could easily protect the horse. But then came the muskets. The musket soldiers opened fire when Bai Lang charged. One person fired and then everyone else randomly dropped their muskets. At this moment, Bai Lang was still fifty steps away from them, but he didn't hit anything.
The bows and arrows could still fire one more round, but the muskets certainly had no chance. The spearmen had already formed a battle formation at this time - as the peasant army's territory grew larger and larger, many regular Ming troops surrendered, and these bandits could also form a formal battle formation. The bows and arrows did not work as usual, and Bai Lang had already arrived. He pulled the reins, causing the warhorse to run out diagonally, and then he grabbed the end of the knife handle with one hand and swung the knife from the back to the front.
This is already divine power. Even if one practices the Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Training Golden Bell Cover, one should not be able to develop such a great power. Even if one practices the Thirty-Two Long Fist Tiger Form True Meaning, one would not be able to do so. It can only be said that Bai Lang's body is still gifted. The knife broke through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and then there was an indescribable sound, which was like a clattering sound. All the spears were cut off or bounced off, and the soldiers holding the spears were cut off with their armor, and blood sprayed more than half a person's height.
With one blow, not only the chain mail and cotton armor, but also the skin, flesh and bones were all cut open. The ferocity of this blow was unprecedented . Bai Lang used this momentum to spur his horse again, and this time he directly crashed into the dead line he had just killed. This time, Bai Lang held the knife with both hands, and the movement was not large. It was no longer the big opening and closing of the knife just now. Instead, he used his hands as the axis to constantly change and dance lightly to the left and right of the horse's head - this was purely achieved by strength.
Every time he danced, the armored soldiers were split apart. Almost in one blow, the morale of the peasant army's front troops was completely lost. Many people turned around and ran away even before they faced Bai Lang. Bai Lang killed this group of soldiers, and the cavalry behind him arrived. They took the opportunity to cut and kill the fleeing infantry, driving them to attack the second group. Since Bai Lang almost followed the fleeing soldiers, it was useless to shout "Anyone who attacks the army will be killed!". The plan to run from both sides had been forgotten by the panicked deserters.
"He is truly a peerless warrior! He defeated the enemy with just one strike!" Governor Deng praised loudly, and at the same time shouted to the stunned soldiers, "Follow him! Kill the enemy!" Those experienced Ming soldiers also shouted and began to charge forward to cut off heads, but their pace was still very slow, and they were ready to turn around at any time.
Bai Lang didn't care about what happened behind him. To him, these soldiers were just like walking meat. With the weight of the blade and the blade, he could easily cut a person in half with the help of inertia. He just needed to control the direction of the force. "It turns out that once you start dancing, you can use some techniques to change the direction with less effort. No wonder the books say that the generals can charge and kill for a long time. It seems that the principles of martial arts are all the same." His tiger form true meaning also has a similar attack method, using the reaction force of the attack to change the direction of the attack. Big cats and small cats can do this.
Bai Lang rushed straight to the enemy's center army, thinking that after he killed the general of the bandits or cut down the flag of the center army, the army would collapse. At this time, the bandits' true trusted elites - the cavalry, were facing him. These were old thieves who had fought many battles or the elite of the Ming army who surrendered. They proved themselves in the process of being coerced many times and became the real elite of the bandits. When Bai Lang faced them, he didn't think they were that elite...
The Blue Dragon Crescent Blade swung back, easily splitting a horse in half from the chest up to the head, and the cavalryman on the horse was also split in half from the chest and abdomen to the head. The hard skulls of the man and the horse were like tofu under the blade... The chain mail didn't have any effect at all. Then Bai Lang flipped his palm and slashed horizontally with the long sword, cutting off the upper body of another cavalryman and his horse's head.
Bai Lang lightly pressed the hilt of the knife, and the long knife jumped over his horse's head, and then stabbed the other side again. This time, the bandit horseman was stabbed at the tip of the knife, and then Bai Lang's hand shook, and the man was directly cut into pieces by the Qinglong knife. Killing people is like mowing grass. Bai Lang only urged his horse to rush a dozen steps, and he had killed six old camp horsemen without any injury. Someone drew his bow and shot an arrow, but it was blocked by Bai Lang's palm. The flesh palm could not even shoot arrows at close range.
The horseman who was shooting the arrows was captured by Bai Lang. When the two horses met, he stretched out his left hand and took him off the horse. Bai Lang's hand shook, and the horseman slipped down. Bai Lang grabbed his neck and tore off his head - in front of everyone, he hung it on the hook of his saddle. The cavalry behind also arrived. Seeing this, they all shouted and rushed forward with arrows and spears, while the peasant army's horsemen began to flee.
Li Guo had already run away at this time, but the central army flag didn't run that fast...
