Bai Lang looked at the Tartar in front of him who was not below him, the cotton armor on the other party was also quite gorgeous, the blue piping and the lightning rod-like helmet all proved that the other party's status was not low, Bai Lang smiled very kindly, "Hello, first!"

After saying that, Bai Lang's arm was long, and he directly grabbed the other party's arm and pulled it into his arms. The tartar only felt as if the red-hot iron hoop was stuck in the arm, but after the heat he lost his feeling, and then a strong force pulled him towards the general. Before the tartar could shout, the other hand had already grasped his chin, and he pushed forward very easily, when he heard a kabba, and the head of the tartar hung directly on his back at ninety degrees.

Just like a tiger pressing a dead deer, Bai Lang killed the tartar very easily, and threw the corpse that was not yet dead to the side, he looked at it and found the abnormality, and the tartar who came over showed a smile with his upper lip slightly upturned, this smile showed his canine teeth, showing a hideous and murderous look. "Okay! Good deal! This grass valley is worth it!" Bai Lang made a mistake in his claws, his body fell slightly, and then he pounced directly with a fishy wind.

Many of the Tartars in front of him are not shorter than Bai Lang, and they are especially thick, they can be regarded as a tiger's back and bear's waist, and they look more like a man-bear than Bai Lang, who is thinner. And they were all wearing heavy armor, which was even thicker, and the weapons in their hands were also considered heavy—almost all of them were heavy swords, thick-backed knives, and bones and other weapons, and some of them held half-human-high strong bows.

Bai Lang was like a tiger entering a wolf pack, and he couldn't dodge the heavy sword that was cut down at all, and let the sword slash heavily on his body, Shan Wenjia first unloaded part of his strength, and then broke the armor, which had no effect on the flesh below. As for the thing of using his head to stiffen the bones, Bai Lang also did it without changing his face. Relying on his golden bell jar to be invulnerable, Bai Lang directly grabbed the crowd and killed him.

His hands and feet are simply kaleidoscopic blades, whether they are hammers, whips, claws, or even iron rods. The force is unusually large, even if it deliberately avoids the skull, it can still smash the entire sternum of the thick man and the internal organs in it with one punch, and even cause serious deformation and protrusion on the opposite side - I have to say that the Manchu Qing Dynasty is much more serious about armaments than the Ming Dynasty, at least these chain mail and cotton armor are enough to make money, and there is no bit of opportunism.

Therefore, Bai Lang can't punch through this person, but it can cause serious deformation of the chain mail and the iron armor inlaid on it, and as for the human body inside, it must be a mess. And the effect of a palm print is the same, just like the iron card hitting the person, the entire hit part is directly smashed into the mud and recessed, there is no room for salvation. The person who was pinched by his claws was directly torn apart, which looked more terrifying than the person who was hit by the fist.

But in fact, you can live in this way - it's a big deal to have an arm or leg torn off, but Bai Lang usually attacks continuously, and a tear is a punch or a kick, so if you are torn, you have to eat it, and you are basically dead. Bai Lang's leg kung fu is also fierce and tight, because the strength is greater than the arm, this is simply two iron pillars sweeping, anyone who is kicked is directly folded like a ruler, or simply kicked into two sections, and the chain armor is completely torn by force.

Bai Lang only spent a cup of tea, and he had almost killed the heavy armor tartars on the city tower, these people couldn't run if they wanted to, Bai Lang's speed was very fast, and when his body moved, he was a big worm, and the tiger was as fast as an assassin. He left three Tartars unkilled, but gathered them together with skill. Bai Lang, who stopped, walked to the seat on the city tower and sat down, the three Tartars didn't dare to run at all - someone ran before, but the monster in front of him directly jumped out and took out his heart and half of his ribs from behind......

The ground is full of blood and water, the smell can be said to be very choking, Bai Lang is also remorseful, "Don't do this next time you kill someone, try to beat it to death with a light fist, it's too easy to disembowel and make it bloody with claws." The general sat down in his chair with a big grin, and he nodded at one of the tartars, "You, go and help me cut off the heads of all the dead people here!

"By the way, don't stick to the skull when you cut it! Keep a head and neck bones for me to pick up easily! Hell, pigtail-like braids are neither easy to catch nor tie! It's ugly!" Bai Lang commanded, and the three Tartars simply trembled, even if they were Tartars, they were not so ferocious. "You two, master, I have a pair of weapons left here for you to build, you help me deliver a message! I will come back in half a month, and then put those two water mill purple gold hammers here and return them to me." ”

"Finally, sir, I'm here to fight in the grass valley, don't worry that I can't occupy your city alone. I've been relatively poor lately, and I'll come here about once a month, so you don't have to worry that I won't kill all the people, where can I get more reward money if I kill them? "Damn, in the end, I have to do it myself! useless tartar!" Bai Lang kicked this person out of the city wall, let him scream and fall out, and finally fell silent.

Bai Lang began to rub his head neatly, "Getting used to it is like pulling a turnip." He muttered as he pulled the head out of his hand. The two Tartars had already rolled their eyes and passed out, and they had urinated their pants, but it was full of groundwater, and the smell was already very bad, so these two people were not killed by Bai Lang like this. Putting the heads together, Bai Lang threw them all out of the city, maybe he might break one or two, but he should be able to recognize merit by fighting this one, right? Perhaps, Bai Lang felt that with his own identity, those civil officials who tested the merit should not be disowned.

"A Tartar head costs fifty taels!" Bai Lang quickly cleaned up these heads, the city had already mobilized a large army, Bai Lang jumped directly from the city, but before that, he kicked the cannon base on the city tower, and suddenly the cannon was crooked. After landing, he also quickly cleaned up the heads of the Tartars he had killed outside, and it was a problem to collect them together and take them away. "Okay, go in and get a big car!" Bai Lang gritted his teeth, and this time he rushed in through the door hole very simply, there was really no artillery in it, and there was no one - ran out. There was a line of Qing soldiers on the street, and Bai Lang rushed directly over, dragging a guy who looked like an officer from his horse. "Send the horse and the cart over, or I'll kill him!"