Chapter 58
Bai Lang slept soundly in the horse-drawn cart during the day, and wandered around killing deserters at night. After three days, no one dared to escape. However, Xiangyang was almost here. Bai Lang looked at his men, "Nominally, there are still about 4,500 people... Excluding the original empty ones, there are only about 3,700 to 3,800 at most. That's enough! It's just a disposable army anyway." Bai Lang put on his armor, jumped on his horse and swung back and forth in front of his own army.
Wherever his eyes looked, the soldiers and generals there shrank back slightly, and even the horses under their crotches snorted and retreated. Bai Lang looked up at the raised military flag - it was the Flying Tiger Flag with wings, but the tiger was white. Bai Lang turned his horse's head and looked at Zhang Xianzhong's camp in the distance. The soldiers who had followed him for a long time were beheading Zhang Xianzhong's scouts who had been captured, and blood flowed under his horse's hooves.
Bai Lang looked down and hummed a little tune. Others could not hear it but he could hear it clearly, "The five-star red flag fluttering in the wind...the song of victory is so loud." Unfortunately, there was neither the five-star red flag behind him, nor the Ming Dynasty court was a country he was familiar with. "It's better than the Tartars and the bandits." He muttered, and gently squeezed his legs. The horse neighed and started to trot.
At this time, they were still dozens of miles away from Zhang Xianzhong's camp. Bai Lang had already started to urge his horses forward, without reorganizing the troops, assigning routes, or even telling them who would attack first and who would attack later in several rounds. In his opinion, it was just a battle formation. If he were to command, Bai Lang really had no experience in this area. Instead of making random assignments, he might as well just lead them in one go. The horses' hooves were beating, and because they were trotting, the infantry could keep up even if they walked quickly.
The troops had already eaten enough dry food beforehand. They had been eating and drinking to their heart's content under Bai Lang's orders these days. Ten days' worth of dry food had been eaten up in just five days. Now, before this charge, it was just the right time to eat it up. If they didn't want to starve to death, they had to get food from the enemy camp. However, even so, when Bai Lang led his men forward, there were still infantry and cavalry secretly leaving the team...
Bai Lang, the leader, knew about it, but he just laughed it off and ignored it. After more than an hour, they were almost there. "Stop! Follow me and attack in a moment!" Bai Lang asked the soldiers who were still following him to rest. There were about 3,000 soldiers left, and Zhang Xianzhong's army in front had already left the camp and formed a battle array. The Eight Great Kings were also experienced fighters and had already prepared to besiege the city and attack the reinforcements.
However, Bai Lang marched too fast, and his outer troops had not even taken position when they were already a mile and a half in front of the camp. "Are the government troops risking everything?" said a bandit general.
Bai Lang was at the forefront of the army, holding a sword. He did not make any mobilization preparations. When he saw that the time was almost up, he signaled the soldiers around him to blow the horn, and then he led the charge. "Both the men and horses were heavily armored, and they were easily defeated." This should be the text that recorded this battle in the future. Bai Lang was still wearing chain mail inside and mountain armor outside, a tiger-mouthed phoenix-wing helmet on his head and a red cloak behind his back. He held a Qinglong Yanyue sword in his hand, and his warhorse was still wearing a half-body vest, and he directly ran into the enemy's formation.
The four-foot blade swept across with incredible force, and this blow, empowered by the inner force, smashed the spear array used to resist the horse array into pieces - that's right, it didn't cut off the spear heads, but directly broke them under the powerful force. After the heavy body of the warhorse crashed into the battle array, there was a sound of bones breaking - the man was wearing double armor and the horse was wearing a vest, and this warhorse was originally a big horse from the northwest, and the weight of the man and horse had already exceeded a thousand pounds. Even if the horse's speed was not too fast, the force of this collision was not something that a mortal body could withstand.
Zhang Xianzhong had been a bandit for many years, and he had several sets of excellent armor. These armors were basically equipped by his adopted sons and confidants, but what use were they in front of Bai Lang? The Green Dragon Crescent Blade was not only sharp enough to kill the enemy, but also weighed 82 kilograms, so it could be used as a club to kill people - so Bai Lang was not afraid of hitting the hard armor and curling the blade. Bai Lang rushed into the army, and his warhorse bumped and trampled on the battle formation, making it a mess. And Bai Lang's speed of killing people was also shocking.
Now he is very good at using the long-handled broadsword. The skills he has learned from the lives of others and the pressure on the battlefield have made Bai Lang's skills grow rapidly. With one hand as the axis and the other hand exerting force , he can easily change the path of the broadsword by changing his hands at any time. It is also much smoother and easier to use than chopping with force. As for the power, the weight of the sword is enough. Once it is wielded, it is extremely powerful. So the speed of killing is really fast. The sword flowers circle left and right, and it is a rolling wave of blood.
At this time, there was a roar. Someone was riding a black horse and charging at Bai Lang. The man on the horse was a tower-like man, holding a black iron spear and charging at Bai Lang. "Oh, I didn't expect that there was such a brave man among the bandits?" Bai Lang laughed, rode up to meet the sword and held it upside down with his left hand. When the two horses met, Bai Lang stretched out his right claw and grabbed the pole behind the spear head, and exerted force to push it back and down. The warrior among the bandits was pried up from the saddle... The two horses crossed and the man was pulled off the horse.
This man was also a big man, weighing at least 100 to 180 pounds. He now held the spear with both hands. One end of the slightly bent spear was held in Bai Lang's right hand, while he was holding the spear and was lifted into the air. The warhorse under Bai Lang's crotch could no longer bear it. Bai Lang keenly noticed this and immediately let go. The man fell down with the spear but did not fall to the ground - because his head was caught by Bai Lang. "What's your name? Forget it... You are just a bandit. Your name will only bring shame to my parents!"
After saying that, Bai Lang used his claws to tear the man's head apart, just like a real tiger's claws, leaving broken claw marks on the skull. Then Bai Lang threw the man's body aside, but at the same time he also picked up the iron spear that the man had been holding. "This iron spear is about 20 pounds, it can be considered a brave general." Bai Lang handed the iron spear to his left hand, and he held the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his right hand and the iron spear in his left hand and started to charge again.
At this time, the Ming army had already entered the scattered bandit army - Bai Lang's courage also shocked them, and the chaotic bandit army in front of them represented military merit - until now, the government army still had the confidence to defeat tens of thousands of bandits, and this happened more than once or twice. The unknown man killed by Bai Lang seemed to be quite famous among the bandit army, and he was probably a rare brave general, but he had become a corpse in front of Bai Lang, and the bandit army in front of him began to flee before Bai Lang rushed forward.
That's easy, just drive the defeated soldiers to attack...
