Chapter 629: Vengeful Ghosts

With Bai Lang's martial prowess, killing the Cossack light cavalry in front of him was a small matter. These guys had chain mail, but it was also light—only the horses were really much better than the warhorses Bai Lang brought, and in terms of weapons, these light cavalry were also at a disadvantage, with only sabers. Sabers, short spears, but simple firearms. Only the head figures fired a shot at Bai Lang, and the lead bullet naturally missed.

Then this person was pierced through by a spear. Bai Lang lifted him into the air with one arm and threw the corpse away casually. Bai Lang could kill all these Cossacks by himself, and the cavalry he led were all roaring and fighting. Although their warhorses were not as good as their opponents, they didn't retreat at all and killed their way forward. The casualties after the charge were almost one-to-one, but these cavalrymen didn't show any fear or collapse—from what Bai Lang had heard and seen, in this situation, this kind of soldier would usually flee.

The cavalry of this dynasty was getting worse with each generation. If it were the late Han and Three Kingdoms period, even with half the number, they could easily kill through these two hundred Cossack cavalrymen, and they might not even lose a few men themselves. But this dynasty, the regular troops were just like this, and these were already the elite troops Bai Lang had selected... "They are truly useless, but there's no way, only these kinds of soldiers can be used." Bai Lang sighed while casually killing those Cossacks who approached and tried to fight for their lives with the strength of their horses.

His weapons were proper long weapons for knights, which should be said to be more suitable for mounted combat than the sabers and short spears used by these light cavalry—it just required exquisite skills. For Bai Lang, it was not a problem. Anyway, he killed both men and horses together. Under his strength, human bodies and horse bodies were all cut in two with one sword. The speed and cruelty of the slaughter were unprecedented. While killing, Bai Lang also slightly closed his eyes and began to activate the art of soul control he had learned.

Pale spiritual energy that only Bai Lang could see floated out from the dead, and under Bai Lang's intentional control, this spiritual energy attached itself to the cavalry under his command. Suddenly, these people let out wild howls, and their body shapes visibly changed, and even their faces began to twist—it looked as if they had two faces, one face like a skeleton evil ghost covering another twisted face.

These cavalrymen not only lost their fear but also became infinitely powerful, and even the warhorses under their crotches had their muscles bulging and let out very heavy breathing. The speed and strength of these people rose to a quite terrifying level. Bai Lang looked at it and thought it had risen from a combat power of 5 to a combat power of 15—this was not equivalent to three people, but equivalent to having the strength of ten people, and their speed had also reached the level of small felines.

The Cossacks suffered widespread impact, which was an impact centered on Bai Lang. "It's still invisible to the naked eye, this is more similar to mental pressure, I already knew this early on—isn't it just the prestige of the White Tiger." But the translucent cavalry with broken heads and stomachs and miserable deaths that appeared along with it, and the Cossack cavalry who had just died at Bai Lang's hands turning back to launch an impact on their compatriots when they were alive, this was something he hadn't seen before.

Most of those Cossacks probably couldn't see it at all. They had been scared by Bai Lang before—this Tartar from the further southeast was too fierce, actually killing more than twenty of their warriors in a short time. The Cossacks knew that there were settled Tartars in the southeast, different from the Mongolian Tartars on the grasslands, but they were much richer than the Mongolians—the reason they came here according to the Tsar's wishes was to enter the warm south one day to rob.

Impacted by those invisible dead souls, after passing directly through the living, those dead souls became a little more solid, and their miserable deaths seemed to have recovered quite a bit, while the Cossacks who were passed through by them became listless, their faces turning pale. "Sure enough, it's stealing people's vitality. After being impacted by these vengeful ghosts, this physical strength is directly reduced by half, and they will definitely have a serious illness when they go back, and finally, their lifespan will be reduced by at least three to five years."

Bai Lang watched as his own cavalry quickly killed all the Cossack cavalry under this addition and subtraction. These Russians who had killed the Mongolians until they were terrified were cut down like radishes in the ground—they couldn't even escape, and after being pounced on by the vengeful ghosts, both men and horses were so exhausted that they almost collapsed to the ground. And on the bodies of the dead Cossacks, their dead souls were pulled out again, becoming new vengeful ghosts amidst the roar of the White Tiger.

"Sure enough, it's not difficult for those who know! After piercing through the window paper, there is no need to practice specifically at all—this is fundamentally what the true meaning of the Tiger Form should have when practiced to a high level." Bai Lang twisted his fingers, and the ghosts on the upper bodies of the cavalry under his command had already dissipated, re-aggregating into the vengeful ghosts. This settlement was not small, and could pull out more than two hundred cavalry—even if some were old and young, this place was indeed worthy of being called large. Because there were family members hiding in the houses.

They didn't have time to run, but they also picked up weapons and prepared to fight the Tartars. Bai Lang exhaled and shouted, slashing with his sword. The sword energy slashed a wooden house in front of him diagonally, and half of the house just slid down and crashed to the ground. "Take the food, change the horses, and continue—there are still many Russians waiting for us to kill." Bai Lang gave the order. He grabbed a large bag of what seemed to be potatoes, and there were dozens of horses here, all of which were taken away.

After this trip, Bai Lang returned to the border a month later. Only two-thirds of the cavalry who went with him remained, but the horses they brought back exceeded two hundred, and they were all warhorses that looked quite heroic. The saddles of those cavalrymen were even placed with one or two pieces of silverware. Bai Lang fought thousands of miles, killing thousands of Mongolian Cossacks, and the property he snatched was only this much—who made these guys all poor ghosts.

It's a pity that the women couldn't be brought back. Mongolian women were slutty Tartars, but Cossack women were actually quite good-looking. It's just that Bai Lang was busy chasing and killing with light cavalry and didn't plunder women.

Bai Lang didn't find the so-called Mongolian army gathering place. The result of the battle was just sweeping away five Cossack strongholds and breaking a finger of the hand the Tsar had stretched over—the only hope for these women was to go back, otherwise, they would be plundered by the Mongolians themselves. Bai Lang, who returned to the border, met the Commander-in-Chief, "I went a thousand miles outside the pass and didn't find the Mongolian army, but I saw the Russians. I just don't know where the Mongolians are gathering?"

And the Commander-in-Chief just gave him an answer, "His Majesty has a decree, ordering you to go to the capital." ===== CHAPTER 630 =====