Bai Lang didn't leave time for the people who caught up behind to make any moves, and he didn't bother to torture and kill, but very simply beat all these people to death with one punch and one palm. "Speaking of which, we've met.,Last time I said I was going to kill you, I let you run away.,It's a lot of people who don't talk once.,This time it's also my talk.。 The white wave hit the ground and burst the skull of a certain young master. By the time the people from behind arrived, the leaders and preachers had been killed.

"Next, kill Zhaohui and others, it's time to go all the way from south to north to defeat the Tartars, and finally cut off Qianlong's skull. Bai Lang wiped his hands with those white robes and said to himself. He straightened up and looked around, "I didn't see Princess Xiangxiang, but I didn't see it from a distance yesterday." That's it. This Bai Shaobao glanced at the chief helmsman meaningfully, "This married Fanbang woman is always a beautiful talk in the book, I am optimistic about you to protect you." ”

"In Xia Chen Jialuo, it's not an exhibition guard. The chief helmsman protested and said, but Bai Lang just laughed, "Don't blame it, it's just that I'm going to kill the Tartars next, are you going to go?" Bai Lang looked at the sky, "It's still early, but it's quite fun to kill today." So get some sleep and kill tomorrow. He looked at the depressed Cuiyu Yellow Shirt, "Killing her whole family in front of one person is indeed more tragic...... But there are many tragic things in this world, not much of her. ”

Bai Lang walked up to Huo Qingtong and picked her chin with his fingers, "If you want to take revenge on me, take out your sword now, if you can't do it, then let me go." Bai Lang was ready to kill the slave girl in front of him at any time, although it was a pity that such a beautiful woman was about to die, but he had already said well before, "There are many people who have died in this world, and there is not more than her." ”

It seems that she still didn't think about dying, maybe this is the custom of the steppe tribes. Cui Yu Huang Shirt dropped the sword in his hand, and Bai Lang ignored her anymore and picked up the tent by himself. The tents belonging to Hezhuo in the Hezhuo Department where the camp was set up were still quite gorgeous, and these people also brought a lot of dried lambs and fruits and even wine, "It's good, the doctrine says that you can't drink wine made from grapes - I remember it seems to be so, so this is simply the liquor ...... of the Central Plains."

A fire is lit, lamb is scorched, dried fruit is boiled with rice, and fragrant milk tea is boiled – as for the liquor, forget about it first. Bai Lang ate by himself, and at this time, a woman sat down next to him and helped him slice the mutton with a silver knife. "Looks like it figured it out. Bai Lang thought that maybe he was also serving the enemy with the intention of revenge. The leaders of the Red Flower Society have also left, and no one knows whether they will participate in tomorrow's battle.

Bai Lang, who was well-fed and drunk, was sleeping in the tent, and the muscles under his skin were shaking slightly under the spontaneous agitation of internal forces. This is also prepared, if someone assassinates him, he is afraid that he will be spontaneously counterattacked. After all, no one assassinated, even Cuiyu Huangshan didn't do such a thing, she just slept on the side - the next day she would definitely follow Bai Lang to kill the Manchu officers and soldiers, otherwise she would be difficult to face herself.

On the second day, the gong sounded in the camp of the Qing army, and everyone watched Bai Lang come out of battle. The robe on this person's body was also sewn up, and the martial crown was not damaged at all, this time Bai Lang came out of the battle without a weapon in his hand, and this bare-handed man rode towards the Qing army camp like this. He was followed by a masked woman riding a yellow horse with a long sword at her waist.

Bai Lang crossed his arms, did not hold the reins of the horse in both hands, and rushed towards the Qing army camp purely by controlling the horse with his legs - and then he ushered in the blow of guns and artillery. It's a pity that the problem is that the Qing soldiers, like the Ming army at the end of the Ming Dynasty, fought with a bang when they were still a little apart. The cannons and guns flew wildly, but unfortunately there was still a look of six or seven zhang away from Bai Lang. Bai Lang's chest thumped, and he stretched out his palm and put it underneath to catch it - a piece of lead slipped down his palm like this, and he didn't even wear his clothes.

The war horse under Bai Lang's crotch was afraid, so Bai Lang also abandoned the horse and stood still. "Huh...... This is the Manchu firearms battalion?" In front of him was a fist-sized lead ball slowly rolling around. The camp gate was filled with gunsmoke, and he couldn't see clearly, and Bai Langzhan moved his body laterally, and Huo Qingtong followed him closely after giving up his horse. This kind of large battalion is suitable for dealing with large armies, but for dealing with martial arts masters, the effect is really not great.

It is indeed difficult to avoid the infiltration of martial arts masters at night, but Bai Lang is a forced breakthrough in broad daylight - his movement is much faster than the movement of Qing troops on the inner line, and he has already faced a camp wall defended by only sparse archers and some sword and shield men with just a cup of tea. How high is the wall of this camp, Bai Lang will go up as soon as he lifts his feet. The left and right flying kicks emptied the people above, and Bai Lang had already entered the Qing army camp as soon as he jumped down.

It's simple to enter the camp, let's kill the Chinese army, and he will be alone - now it is two people, the target is small and it cannot be surrounded. Bai Lang had no enemy in front of him, he could kill people casually, and he went straight to the Chinese army camp - of course, Huo Qingtong followed him like this, and he couldn't even get a Qing soldier to kill.

Where is the current Qing army still as fierce as the late Ming Dynasty, not to mention that these guys are mainly in the green battalion, and it is impossible to fill in the head of the commander with a knife. It is possible to let the commander go first, but it is impossible to stand up to the enemy. So after Bai Lang killed less than thirty people, only a few of the Qing soldiers in front of him were still in front of him - basically they were still dizzy and bumped over.

In this case, the strength of the Qing soldiers is much stronger than that of He Zhuobu, and the hell Zhaohui and others were not in the barracks early in the morning - Bai Lang only killed a deputy commander...... "It's really cunning, it's your fate—but it's hard to say whether it's good or bad." This Bai Shaobao laughed three times and left.

He had had enough of the north and south of the Tianshan Mountains, and now he was going south to Liangguang quickly, and from there Bai Lang would start his established policy of attacking the Manchus all the way. As for the fact that the Red Flower Society did not come on this day, Bai Lang didn't care - he already knew the rebellion plan of these people, it was nothing more than relying on the elder brother of the chief helmsman, and the emperor had rebelled. I don't know that Qianlong was originally the emperor, and he was still the emperor if he succeeded in rebellion, not to mention that the probability of failure was far greater than that of success, so why should he take this risk......

Compared with the emperor's rebellion, killing all the insiders is a much simpler and easier option.

And the chief helmsman will actually trust Qianlong - I have to say that the ability of the Red Flower Society to grasp straw is also amazing......