The one who was caught by him was a Jia Lae Zhen, and in front of everyone, it was not easy to say that you should hurry up and retreat, didn't you see that the old man was kidnapped - in this case, his future is dark, Bai Lang is a good person, so he stuck this person's neck, and naturally made this guy unable to speak. robbed people and robbed horses, and those bannermen did have good brains, and none of them came up to do it. Until a higher officer gives an order, everyone is reluctant to do it.

But they can't follow the orders of the monster-like man in front of them, at most they drag. However, Bai Lang found the cart by himself and went out of the city on a horse harness. No one dares to chase after it, and it is also for fear that Bai Lang will directly kill Jia La's Zhen, so it will be difficult for everyone to do it. The heads were put on the cart by the brave cavalry, because Bai Lang gave them the military merit of five heads per person, and this unlucky Jia La'e Zhen was always grabbed by Bai Lang and walked away.

The entire attack took less than half an hour from the beginning to the time Bai Lang ran away, and the army in the city had not reacted at all. This is also the reason why Bai Lang killed too hard, and the first batch of soldiers responsible for handing over the city defense were almost killed or wounded, and most of them turned into grass valleys from Bai Lang. "I said that you like the master and the slave, I think that your Jia La's forehead is really good in the tartar, not Mimi's catfish mouth, why don't I catch you and send it back to the emperor as a slave?" Bai Lang had nothing to do to scare the not too old Jia La's forehead, obviously the actual age should be older than him.

The unfortunate Tartar wept with a sad face and didn't dare to move—the fierceness of Bai Lang breaking into his army and pulling him down was something that he saw in his eyes, and now he thought about it like a nightmare. His guards were still in front of him, how could they fall to the ground in the blink of an eye, and the speed of this monster's advance was too fast, like a gust of wind. Bai Lang threw this guy to the side of the head of the person on the cart, "How many are these?"

The bold night did not accept it and replied very respectfully, "I confessed to Bai Shaobao, and I received a total of sixty-three Tartar heads." Bai Lang scratched the beard on his chin, and was a little sad to find that it was stuck with blood, "Only sixty-three heads did you get this killing? The four of you gave you a total of twenty, and I got forty-three heads when I went out this time? By the way, now the reward for the head of the real tartar is fifty taels, right? Is there thirty taels actually in hand? In this case, it is only more than a thousand taels...... This business can only be a trickle. ”

Suddenly, Bai Lang felt that it was a good thing that he didn't kill everything, but he also knew that he couldn't do it at all-really let him let go of the killing, with the level of the Tartar, he could kill three or four hundred, and when he could kill three or four hundred, he would almost lose his strength, and the next thing was to be cut off by the Tartar...... If Tartar had prepared a hook and a fishing net wrapped in his hair and wire, he would have killed at most 200 people and fled—and this was if he hadn't been trapped, and if he had been trapped, he would have probably died in battle.

So this kind of talk is just a boast, but this is already a unique boast in the world - it seems that he can kill hundreds of people by himself and kill hundreds of people, I'm afraid he really has to go to King Xiang in the historical records. Since Bai Lang found that his beard was stuck with blood, he immediately felt uncomfortable, and if he looked closely, it was indeed the case - there was blood everywhere on his body, all the blood left over from his wanton killing.

While unhappily wiping the blood on his body with a cloth, Bai Lang muttered and calculated how much time he should take to hit the grass valley, "One trip a month seems too frequent, and if you get it like this, you should have nothing to catch for a year at most, and if the Tartar runs away, it won't be able to row...... I'll talk about that later. Bai Lang raised his head, "Hey, I know that a certain family has not gained much this time, so did he send some more heads over?"

It was the soldiers and horses chased in Jinzhou City, and the number of them was not thousands, all of them were elite horsemen of the real Tartars, and many of them were Bayala. Bai Lang had already seen the smoke and dust they raised, "You guys go first, I'll stay and kill for a while!" Don't worry, how could the prince of the Ming Dynasty die so easily in Liaodong?" Bai Lang casually took an iron spear and replaced it with an inferior horse-a good horse died and lost a lot of money, and the bad horse died less distressed.

Now he wants to charge into battle, good horses and bad horses can't run, and he can't run the cavalry of thousands of people if he wants to, so he can only defeat their courage by facing them head-on. "Be optimistic, just kill the bravest hundred of them!" Bai Lang also breathed a sigh of relief, and moved his arms and joints everywhere, and those few nights had already dropped the cart and fled frantically - he hadn't forgotten to bring a few heads.

Bai Lang slowly urged the horse to charge back towards the enemy, and it was really lucky, Bai Lang didn't kill him, and those soldiers didn't cut off his head by the way, so they left him in the car and didn't care. The guy also quickly climbed out of the car and ran to the side. Bai Lang's eyesight is very good, the cavalry lineup in front of him is neat, the momentum is like a dragon, and the intention of killing is overwhelming. Bai Lang rode his horse alone, looking at the enemy army hundreds of paces away and smiled.

The next moment, the arrogant and ferocious white tiger on his body rose into the sky - first of all, he abolished his own horse...... Bai Lang scolded with a smile and jumped up directly from the limp horse. "Sure enough, it's a waste of snacks, but it's just a tiger on your back, and you're still a war horse!" The high-spirited fighting spirit also made the opposite side a chaos of soldiers, and those vests only felt a good fierce atmosphere, but the horses were more sensitive, and immediately felt that a tiger pounced.

The ability of these vests to control horses is still better than that of Bai Lang, and the horses are also good, so although they were flustered, nothing major happened, and they still quickly controlled the war horses and rushed towards Bai Lang - the sequelae was that the battle line was uneven, and the distance between the front and back was widened. Bai Lang held the spear, thought about it, shook it in his hand, and then threw it violently at the opposite side. With a low whistling sound, the spear pierced through the two of them like a bolt of lightning.

Smashed the horse's head from the first man's horse's head, then punched a large hole in the first man's chest, and then pierced the second man's chest and abdomen. Then Bai Lang showed his own martial arts - he still lowered his body and pounced, but this time he opened the way with his leg skills. The whirlwind swept the legs, and directly kicking off the horse's leg was as easy as kicking off the reed stick. Bai Lang's legs rotated left and right like a big axe, and even made Thomas's whirling movements, and several war horses fell down on both sides, and directly stopped at his charging momentum.