"Look at me, the unrivaled one in the Central Plains!" Bai Lang shouted this slogan and rushed forward. The battle line in front of him was shrouded in smoke, and Bai Lang couldn't see many people - he was still a mortal, and he couldn't see through the smoke. It was actually simple, just waving the spear, anyway, the opponents should be enemies, and he would be unlucky if he hit any of them. And it wasn't really pitch dark, at least he could see the area three feet around him, not to mention there was wind, and at worst the smoke would be blown away by the wind.
However, Bai Lang still hit someone, and screams came from behind the smoke, and the weapon he pulled back was covered in blood - then the next thing was simple, just rush to the place where the screams came from. The smoke was quickly blown away, but before that, the screams in the smoke had already caused the entire fire gun front to fall into panic and begin to collapse backwards - originally if everyone could see, they would not be so panicked, but this is not the case, they can only see the figures of the people on their left and right, and the screams are getting closer and closer.
If it were the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty, they might still be able to maintain battlefield discipline. The Ming army should have already fled by now, and the bandits were actually almost the same... This was exactly the same as the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty using infantry to destroy the Ming army's front line. The cavalry behind Bai Lang hadn't caught up yet. These guys were not as brave as Bai Lang. They stopped their horses when the muskets opened fire, and only continued to attack after Bai Lang rushed in - and waited for a while until the wind blew away half of the gunpowder before moving.
At this time, Bai Lang had already met those armored spearmen and sword and shield soldiers. It must be said that the equipment of these bandits was not inferior to that of the government army. In the past few years of war, the government army had been defeated again and again, and lost a lot of equipment. Bai Lang urged his horse forward, slashing and stabbing the soldiers in front of him. "Hey? The morale is quite high!" Bai Lang was also quite surprised. The morale of these soldiers in front of him was quite high, which he had never seen in ordinary Ming troops.
"But so what!" Bai Lang roared, and his killing moves became more fierce and fierce. Blood flashed where the knife was raised, and screams were heard where the spear pierced. Bai Lang attacked the enemy's formation like a warrior mowing grass, shouting and shouting, and thousands of people were defeated. Governor Sun, who was watching the battle in the back, said to his left and right, "General Bai is indeed as brave as a king, and even ghosts and gods are afraid of him!"
Bai Lang's blade was everywhere, but it got stuck in a person's body. The governor shook the body away with a shake of his hand, "Huh! The blade is already curled!" Looking back, the tip of the iron spear was also curled, and the warhorse under his crotch was snorting. Bai Lang turned around and shouted, "Send it over!" After that, he got off the horse and jumped onto another warhorse. He slapped the packhorse led by his subordinates and pulled out a sword and a spear. But before the battle, he ordered several personal soldiers not to fight, but just to take the packhorse and the replacement warhorse as close to him as possible.
After changing horses and weapons, Bai Lang attacked the enemy formation again. He didn't need any other martial arts skills, just strength and speed - to kill the opponent before he could hurt him. If the opponent came to kill him, he would just die in exchange for injury. Bai Lang was like a huge rock splitting the waves, slashing with his sword and stabbing with his spear, and killing all the way to Li Zicheng's central army. When the horse was tired, he changed horses, and when the sword and spear were bent, he changed weapons. Only he was always at the forefront of the attack and never retreated a step.
There were also warriors in Li Zicheng's army who rode forward with their own troops to intercept Bai Lang, but they were cut off by Bai Lang with regret. Bai Lang held an iron spear in his left hand and a long sword in his right hand. When he met such warriors, he would just alternate his hands , either stabbing with the spear and then slashing with the sword, or slashing with the sword to force the opponent to block and then stabbing with the spear. No one could stand up to him. Even those who were determined to die and were ready to use their lives to inflict a wound on Bai Lang were rarely able to hurt him.
Just as Bai Lang was marching through the army and breaking through multiple formations, Li Zicheng none of his generals were willing to face Bai Lang head-on. What a joke. They had just seen this general of the government army pick up a cavalryman with a single-handed spear and throw him away, including his warhorse... Of course, the price was that Bai Lang had to change horses immediately, because the blow just now made his own horse lose strength very easily.
A large number of soldiers began to flee in front of Bai Lang's horse, and the light cavalry behind him had already torn a huge gap in Li Zicheng's frontal army, forcing Li Zicheng to deploy the reserve troops in the rear camp to fill the gap. Bai Lang's advance could be considered as a straight attack, but his armor had been damaged in several places, and even his body had scars - with the help of horsepower, there were warriors who were lucky enough to break through the Thirteen Taibao's horizontal training of the Golden Bell Cover and injure his body...
However, the injury made Bai Lang even more ferocious, just like a wounded tiger. His roar frightened the soldiers, and their limbs became weak, or they simply turned and ran away. At this point, the troops that were deployed had already begun to disintegrate before they even met the enemy. The White Tiger military might of Bai Lang began to show its power. The infantrymen facing Bai Lang were basically a group of sheep, allowing Bai Lang to charge and kill. Just as Bai Lang was wielding his weapon to kill, suddenly, a bright flying needle hidden weapon appeared directly in front of his eyes.
Bai Lang hurriedly closed his eyes, and at the same time, his internal energy was running wildly and gathering on his eyelids. He felt his eyelids go cold, and at this time he also dropped his weapon and touched his eyes. Just when he was sure that his eyes were fine, his chest felt cold, followed by a sharp pain. Bai Lang immediately abandoned his horse, performed floated backwards, then pushed out his left hand in front of his chest, with such a fierce momentum that the assassin could not continue to attack.
The needle-like hidden weapon failed to pierce his eyelids, so naturally his eyes were fine. Bai Lang was furious, and the momentum was so strong that it seemed as if a tiger really took shape outside of Bai Lang's body - but that was just an illusion created by the momentum. If he wanted to truly transform into a tiger, he would have to become a congenital master. Bai Lang reached out and touched his chest, and found that a sword had pierced his chest, but it only broke the skin and flesh for more than an inch, and it was stuck in his ribs.
Governor Bai looked around and saw that they were not wearing armor but were dressed like civilians. They were among the soldiers and suddenly attacked him. "I was careless for a moment, and you rats jumped out!" Bai Lang's voice was like the sound of metal clashing, and his voice was a little changed in anger. "The courage of a fierce tiger, humph, you have never seen the courage of a fierce tiger!" Bai Lang's mouth corners were slightly raised in anger, and he said this in a low voice. Then there was a sudden thunderous tiger roar, Bai Lang crossed his claws, and his body sank down...