Bai Lang slept soundly in the horse-drawn cart during the day, and killed deserters around at night. In just three days, no one dared to run away. However, Xiangyang was almost here. Bai Lang looked at his subordinates, "There are probably about 4,500 people in name...... Remove the original short seller, there are only 3,700 or 800 at most. Enough! Anyway, it's just a one-time army." Bai Lang leaped on his horse and swayed back and forth in front of his own army.

When he saw that the soldiers and generals there retreated slightly, and even the war horses under their crotch were breathing and retreating. Bai Lang looked up at the military flag that was raised - 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 followed him long ago were beheading Zhang Xianzhong's horse who had caught him, and blood flowed under his horse's hooves.

Bai Lang looked down and hummed a little song softly. Others couldn't hear it, but he knew it clearly. "The five-star red flag fluttered in the wind... How loud the song of victory was." Unfortunately, there was neither the five-star red flag behind him, and the Ming Dynasty court was not a country he was familiar with. "It's better than the Tartars, and it's better than the thief." He murmured, gently pinched his legs, and the horse immediately neighed and started trotting.

At this time, there were still more than ten miles away from Zhang Xianzhong's camp. Bai Lang had already begun to urge the horses to advance, nor did he rectify the military, nor did he distribute the route, nor did he even say who would first and who would attack several rounds of attacks. In his opinion, it was just a trap. If he asked him to command, Bai Lang really had no experience in this area. Instead of random allocation, it would be better to just take them to flow. The horse's hooves were trotting, and because of the trot, the infantry could keep up with them even when they walked quickly.

In advance, all the people and horses had enough food to eat and drink at Bai Lang's orders these days. The dry food for ten days had been eaten up in just five days. Now before the outbreak, it happened to be the time to eat it. If you don't want to starve to death, you have to go to the enemy camp to get food. However, even so, when Bai Lang led his people forward, infantry and cavalry were still secretly leaving the team...

Bai Lang, who was leading the way, naturally knew, but he just laughed it off and ignored it. The journey of more than ten miles was almost here after more than an hour. "Stop! Attack with me in a moment!" Bai Lang let the soldiers who were still following him rest, and there were about 3,000 people. Zhang Xianzhong's army in front had already come out to form a formation. These eight kings were fighting old wars and were already ready to siege the city and attack aid.

But Bai Lang marched too fast, and the troops arranged by him outside had already reached a mile and a half in front of the camp without taking their seats. "This official army was desperate?" said a thief general.

Bai Lang held the sword at the forefront of the entire army and did not make any mobilization preparations. After seeing that the time was almost over, he signaled the soldiers around him to blow the horns. Then he took the lead in starting the battle. "The people and horses are all wearing heavy armor, and they are going to be wise." This should be the text to record this battle in the future. Bai Lang was still wearing chain mail inside as usual, mountain mail outside, with a red cloak behind the helmet on his head, a green dragon and moon sword in his hand, and a war horse was still wearing a half-body vest, and directly crashed into the enemy array.

The four-foot knife head swept across with incredible power. The blow supported by internal force would smash the spear formation that was used to resist the horse formation to smash it to pieces. Yes, it was not cut off those spearheads, but directly shattered under powerful force. After the heavy body of the war horse crashed into the battle formation, there was a sound of bone breaking - a man wearing a double armor and a horse wearing a vest, and this war horse was originally a northwest horse. The weight of the man and horse had already exceeded a thousand pounds. Even if the horse was not too fast, it was not something that could be blocked by a physical body.

Zhang Xianzhong has been a bandit for many years. Not to mention anything else, these exquisite armored soldiers can also be collected. These armored soldiers are basically equipped with his adopted son and his confidants. However, what is the use of such armored soldiers in front of Bai Lang? The Qinglong Yanyue Sword not only kills the enemy with sharpness, but also weighs 82 pounds as a stick to kill people - so Bai Lang is not afraid of cutting hard armored blades at all. Bai Lang rushed into the military formation, and his war horses hit and trampled, causing the battle formation to mess up. Bai Lang's speed of killing people was also terrifying.

Now he is very good at using a long-handled sword. The skills raised by human life and the pressure on the battlefield make Bai Lang's technique grow rapidly. One hand is used to apply strength to the axis and the other hand. When both hands change at any time, the sword can easily change the path of the sword. It is much smoother and easier to use than to chop it forcibly - as for power, the weight of the sword is enough, and once it dances out, it is extremely powerful. So the speed of killing is really fast. The sword flowers circling left and right, and blood waves are rolling.

At this time, a roar came, and someone was riding a black horse in front of him. He saw that the horse was also a man like an iron tower, holding a black iron spear and storming towards Bailang. "Oh, I didn't expect that there are such a dying man among the bandits?" Bailang laughed, rode his horse to meet the sword and lift his left hand backwards. When the two horses intersected, Bailang stretched out his right claw and grabbed the pole behind the spearhead, and tried his best to move backwards. The warrior among the bandits was pried up from the saddle... The two horses passed by, and the man was pulled off from the horse.

This is also a big man, who looks like a hundred and eighty pounds. Now he holds the spear firmly with both hands, holding the slightly bent spear in Bai Lang's right hand, and he grabbed the spear and was held in the air. The war horse under Bai Lang's crotch could no longer bear it. Bai Lang noticed this keenly and immediately let go. The man fell down with the spear but failed to fall to the ground - because his head was caught by Bai Lang. "What's your name? Forget it... It's just a thief, and his name can only shame my parents!"

After saying that, Bai Lang exerted force on his claws and immediately grabbed the man's head, like a real tiger claw, leaving broken claw marks on the skull. Then Bai Lang swung his hand and threw the man's body aside, but at the same time he also picked up the iron spear that the man had been holding in his hand. "This iron spear is about twenty pounds, and it can be regarded as a brave general." Bai Lang handed the iron spear to his left hand, and his right hand Qinglong Yanyue Knife and his left hand began to break through again.

At this time, the Ming army had already entered the scattered bandit army - Bai Lang's courage also shocked them, and the messy bandit army in front of them represented military merits. Until now, the official army was still confident of defeating tens of thousands of bandit army, and this happened not once or twice. The nameless man killed by Bai Lang seemed to be quite famous among the bandit army, and he was afraid he was a rare brave general. However, he had become a corpse after he joined in front of Bai Lang. The bandit army in front of him began to flee before Bai Lang could advance.

Then it's simple, drive the defeated soldiers to attack...
Chapter completed!