Bai Langcai is not interested in what those guys who escaped from him for the rest of their lives think, they can't be blamed, who let the world built by the same person still have a past Ao Shaobao? And the most deeply rooted Ao Shaobao is not Bai Lang's current appearance? In this world, there are always seven people who look very similar to themselves, such as Bai Lang and Xu is an example.

Bai Shaobao is also domineering and mighty, and now he is riding a horse and wandering, thinking about where he will spend the night. "Continue to kill tomorrow, this time kill those and Zhuobu first. The few who took the lead will definitely die! As for the Jianzhou Tartars, the leaders will also be killed. Anyway, sooner or later, the world will be in chaos, and a certain family will start to kill every garrison from here. "As for where the focus is on killing, Bai Lang tends to the southeast, such as Liangguang.

The southeast area has always been the "base camp" of the anti-Qing Dynasty and the restoration of the Ming Dynasty, and Bai Lang also felt that it was best to kill from there, and then go all the way north and finally enter the Forbidden City to take the life of Qianlong's dog. It's just that I don't know what Qianlong looks like, "If it's a thief, it's just a thief, but if it's a thief, there shouldn't be a plot in Hangzhou where they were caught by the exhibition guards, right?"

Bai Lang thought about these things, and he was in a very happy mood - today he should find a sheltered place in the wild to sleep for the night. It's a pity that his clothes are torn, and his body is fine under the knife and arrows, and his hair and beard are all right - under the golden bell jar, his hair is no different from a beard and a steel wire, even if he does not infuse his anger, this hair and beard is already much tougher than ordinary people, and Bai Lang usually relies on the martial arts of his Southern Dou Holy Fist to shave his head and trim his face

Therefore, the hairspray hand can't be practiced, but the electric fader hand can be practiced.

The flesh is invulnerable, but the clothes are not good, and Bai Lang's body protector can't protect his clothes to the hell. The brocade robe on his body was ragged and full of cracks and holes, and this image was really, "Wild, but it's not gone." Bai Lang touched his clothes, but he didn't care much. Anyway, he is actually cold and heatless, and clothes are decorative and shameful things for him - unless the high temperature is 100 degrees and the low temperature is minus 100 degrees, Bai Lang does not need clothes to block the change in the outside temperature.

"Tomorrow, it doesn't hurt that a certain family will fight with their naked bodies, but it is better to say that they have the majesty of an ancient fierce general. The man was lying on a small slope with his arms resting behind his head and looking at the stars in the sky. The sound of horses' hooves, someone approached on horseback, and Bai Lang had already recognized from the sound of breathing who it was—who would find him now except for his slave girl. The slave girl turned over and dismounted, walked to Bai Lang, and knelt beside him like this.

Bai Lang tilted his head slightly, looking at Huo Qingtong, who was kneeling beside him, "It's the Xinjiang dress in my impression." "None of this slave girl had ever dressed up so brightly before. Seeing this Bai Shaobao looking at her like this, probably this Cuiyu Yellow Shirt originally had a lot to say, but after seeing Bai Lang's eyes, he couldn't say a word. "Look at your dress, it seems to have come out of some kind of bonfire assembly? I didn't know there was such a custom, it was obviously against the doctrine, was it?"

Bai Lang looked at the slave girl who was shedding tears, it seemed that she was still quite smart, maybe she understood the true meaning of what he said on the battlefield. "Tomorrow I will attack Hezhuobu, and none of the male elders in your family will survive. So save the tears until then. If you want to divide the country, you must be prepared to fall on the ground. Bai Lang's words were calm, but the content was categorical and could not be changed.

It's just a slave girl, there's no need to give her false hope, she can think clearly herself, it's better not to think clearly about going to die, then she can only let her die. Bai Lang didn't know when the Cuiyu Yellow Shirt kneeling beside him left—because he was asleep. If the other party wants to kill him, then it is estimated that what he sees now is probably a broken corpse, and he randomly senses a counterattack in response to the killing intent, which is not something that Huo Qingtong, who has just become an "innate" master, can resist.

The sky was bright, Bai Lang casually ate a few mouthfuls of dry food and drank some water, let the war horse eat enough beans, rode on the horse and walked towards He Zhuojun's camp in small steps. Of course he knows where these people are, the smell of people comes along the wind, the innate master Bai Lang has six senses, he can naturally smell this from the wind, and the closer he gets, the more he hears the sound of people, not to mention the innate inspiration.

"It's good that you won't get lost in the Gobi now. Bai Lang muttered as he slowly urged the horse to approach the other party's camp. More than ten miles away from the camp, Bai Lang had already met the rangers who had been released. As soon as the other party saw him, he frantically beat his horse and fled, and did not dare to contact him at all. Bai Lang also laughed, when was the last time he encountered this situation?

When he arrived about two miles away from the camp, the soldiers of Hezhuo were already in formation, and under the leadership of their own hundreds of households, and encouraged by the chanting of scriptures by some people, they were lined up in front of the white waves. Bai Lang saw that there was a green feather yellow shirt among them, his eyes were still swollen, and he also saw the chief helmsman of the Zhan Guard, it seems that this guy is still white in the end At this time, Bai Lang had already changed to two new iron spears, and he looked at the formation unfolding in front of him and laughed.

In the midst of laughter, Bai Lang saw the military spirit - crumbling, who made him a legend that the White Tiger Star Monarch descended to earth Bai Shaobao thrust the iron spear in his right hand into the ground, stretched out his hand to correct the crown of the crane on his head, drew the spear with his backhand, and as soon as his legs exerted his strength, the two spears came forward with a roar in his mouth, urging the horse to start charging into battle. As he got closer, the cavalry line facing him began to stir, and it became more and more chaotic.

Is it to hedge? or to get out of the way? or to let the infantry come up? Well, there was chaos now, and just as the white waves were about to arrive, the cavalry scattered in a hurry, and there were still people who crashed into each other and fell off their horses. Now the infantry behind them was directly exposed, and they didn't even have time to put down their spears - although it was useless. Bai Lang clamped his legs and made the horse run diagonally, and he stretched out the iron spear in his left hand, and swung it himself at the same time with the help of horsepower, directly cutting off six or seven infantrymen. It was human heads and broken limbs flying, blood dancing with screams.

Basically, with just one blow, the opponent's morale is about to go to zero. Then Bai Lang turned his horse's head and rushed directly into the already empty military formation. This man has been accumulating years of old rushing, and he is already handy at doing this. The rush was immediately filled with blood and the entire front began to crumble - his performance yesterday was too horripy. Now if there are even a hundred cavalry behind Bai Lang, he can already chase and kill the defeated soldiers to his heart's content, this is the so-called dispersion.