Chapter 60
For the same reason, it was most convenient for Bai Lang to attack by himself - riding a horse was not flexible enough, and horses could not move completely as he wished. Bai Lang himself was small and fast, so if he attacked, he could get closer to Zhang Xianzhong's central camp faster than a horse.
There were many people who tried to stop him. Many of them had never seen Bai Lang's ferocious killing in front of them, but now they had the courage to fight him - who made this guy rush too fast? Even the defeated soldiers in front of him were left behind by him. Bai Lang was unarmed, but the murderous aura on his body was so strong that he felt as if a tiger was condensed outside his body.
"It's a psychological effect, just a psychological effect... But the bloodthirsty killing urge is getting stronger and stronger. It seems that using war and killing to feed the growth of martial arts seems to have its shortcomings?" Bai Lang suppressed his murderous intent, thought about it, and then indulged himself.
His attack was still from bottom to top, attacking from below the waist, grabbing and beating with his claws and fists, and occasionally using a whirlwind sweep kick. With his current martial arts skills, he would kill the opponent if he touched him, and hurt him if he hit him. The opponent hit by his fists and claws would most likely die, and the sweep kick would only cause the opponent to roll on the ground with broken tendons and bones, holding his thighs and calves. If Bai Lang kicked at a high height, it would be a very clean death with a kick from the waist, breaking the opponent in half.
Even those wearing chain mail or cotton armor were still as fragile as reed sticks in front of Bai Lang due to their lack of rigidity, especially since Bai Lang's punches and kicks were almost as fragile as sledgehammers and maces. As for the slashing and stabbing of these people, Bai Lang didn't care at all. The armor on his body was first of all a finely crafted mountain armor with chain mail inside, which was not so easy to break with ordinary weapons, not to mention the Golden Bell Cover, so even if it was broken, it would be difficult to hurt him.
"With the help of a running start, a full-strength stab with the steel spear may be able to break through the skin and flesh, but it is far from killing me!" Bai Lang was like a big insect jumping around in the crowd, and wherever he pounced, there were casualties. One disadvantage of a single-player foot battle is that it is easy for the attacked party to focus on close combat, and not pay much attention to how many of their own people died. As a result, the ability to withstand attacks can be said to be passively improved - because there are many people fighting against one person, no one can relax and look around.
But after Bai Lang's several attacks, some people finally came to their senses. The morale of the soldiers collapsed surprisingly quickly. After a few screams, the soldiers who had formed a battle formation to fight Bai Lang scattered. Bai Lang was too lazy to chase these useless soldiers. He just rushed to Zhang Xianzhong's central army tent. With his current hearing ability, he could hear someone inside.
Zhang Xianzhong should not be difficult to recognize, because this bandit has a peculiar appearance. The reason why he was not killed by Shangguan at the beginning was also because of his appearance, so "it's right to kill anyone with a strange appearance!" Bai Lang thought, and the person who appeared before him was indeed a man dressed as a general with a peculiar appearance.
It only took Bai Lang a cup of tea to kill his way through the siege. Even if there were warriors who tried to stop him, they were already left behind. The man in front of him was relatively young, and didn't seem to match Zhang Xianzhong's age, but Bai Lang didn't care - were there any good people in Zhang Xianzhong's army? There will be some in the future, but I'm afraid there aren't any now.
So Bai Lang rushed forward, and the general, who had no time to mount his horse and run, immediately drew out his long sword and came to fight. This man was also extremely brave, his long sword was extremely powerful, and his sword skills were also quite impressive - if he rode a horse to charge into the battle, he would probably be a warrior who could defeat ten enemies ten times.
However, in front of Bai Lang... He broke the hand bone holding the knife with one claw, crushed the arm bone with the other hand, and punched directly with his other hand. The chain mail was useless for this brave general, and a big hole was punched directly between his chest and abdomen. Bai Lang finally grabbed the man's head. There was a soldier who was originally helping the general to mount his horse, but now he fell to the side. "Who is this?" Bai Lang looked at the soldier.
"Zhang... Zhang Kewang..." After the soldier said this, his face turned pale and he died. "What? Scared to death?" Bai Lang cursed, "Zhang Kewang? Damn useless head!" The man threw the head, "Ha! This must be Zhang Xianzhong!"
A dozen cavalrymen were protecting a man and riding their horses desperately to escape, without even putting on armor. "Damn it!" Bai Lang heard the man cursing as he ran. Bai Lang was so happy that he let out a tiger roar that shook the world, "Don't run away, you thief! I'll lend you my head for military merit!" Bai Lang roared, and the sound waves spread, and even the warhorse immediately became chaotic.
Bai Lang tore off his mountain armor, but he didn't have time to tear off his chain mail. He used all his strength to perform the light skill of flying on the grass, creating a bloody gust of wind, and chased after the fleeing Zhang Xianzhong and his guards. In a few steps, he was already close to the running horse, and grabbed the horse's buttocks with one claw. Without waiting to tear off the piece of meat, Bai Lang used the force of this claw to climb onto the back of the last horse.
He stepped on the relay, and of course, he stepped on the man and his horse, causing them to tumble over and over again. It seemed that both the man and the horse were dead. Bai Lang used this force to pounce forward, grabbing the shoulders of the cavalryman in front of him with his claws, and crushing the man's shoulder blades and ribs with his force, and then pounced again - this time he really landed on Zhang Xianzhong's horse.
Bai Lang showed a grim smile. Zhang Xianzhong was absolutely single-minded when he was running away, and he never looked back. But at this moment, cold sweats were pouring down his body, especially his back, which seemed to be attached to a big beast. Zhang Xianzhong was also a ruthless man. Without saying a word, he took out the knife and stabbed back without looking back.
This stab directly caused Zhang Xianzhong's palm to break - this knife was just like stabbing into an iron plate, but it injured his hand instead. "Hero! Spare my life! I have..."
"You think you're rich, right? " Bai Lang said with a smile, turning Zhang Xianzhong's head 180 degrees, looking at the blood flowing out of this guy's mouth. "Killing you will make me rich and get promoted, and the money will come naturally. Don't you think so?" He asked Zhang Xianzhong's personal soldiers who were running away desperately - these people didn't come to rescue him when they saw this scene, and they just ran away.
"By the way, are you Zhang Xianzhong?" Bai Lang asked, "Damn, you killed him too fast, this guy can't speak!" Zhang Xianzhong's neck was twisted 180 degrees at this moment. According to the medical technology of this era, he was dead. Although he would not die for a while, he would definitely not be able to speak. After cursing, Bai Lang quickly threw Zhang Xianzhong to the ground, flew out and grabbed a slow-running personal soldier.
"Is this Zhang Xianzhong? If you tell the truth, I'll spare your life. If you lie, I'll peel your skin off!" Bai Lang didn't know that he was like a white tiger descending upon the earth. The personal soldiers were already terrified just by hearing his voice and seeing his face. "This is the Eighth King." He roared.
