Chapter 636: Charging the Formation

What are they playing? It's just to let his cheap younger brothers and sisters get used to killing on the battlefield. Bai Lang didn't teach them for nothing, he wanted to test the results. Of course, first of all, he took the useless Mongolians to open the light—for the old, weak, sick, and disabled Mongolians, Bai Lang was too lazy to kill, unless the injuries of these people were caused by weapons, the old people had so-called "killing spirit," this can prove that they had entered the border to rob, then Bai Lang would not leave anyone.

Generally, he would let the cavalry following him practice their hands. These people had experienced replacement, and those useless waste had gone home to farm, and the number of soldiers had also been replenished—Bai Lang didn't need to drink soldiers' blood. In Bai Lang's view, these people could only be used, and they were the worst batch of soldiers he had ever led, "But as long as they dare to kill, it's enough." He muttered. And his cheap younger brothers and sisters, the two younger brothers were required by him to charge against the desperate Mongolians. "Yes, just charge and kill like this, don't you have the martial arts you practiced?"

Bai Lang didn't urge the White Tiger power. These old, weak, sick, and disabled people were not worthy of being vengeful ghosts. Bai Lang sat on the horse and watched his two younger brothers wield long spears and broadswords to kill those Mongolians calmly. The rawness and excessiveness of it made Bai Lang sneer. "Indeed, they are two tender heads, extremely uncomfortable. The martial arts practiced on weekdays, they couldn't even use a point on the battlefield. If it weren't for the armor and weapons in the hands of these two boys, I'm afraid they would have been hurt by that bunch of waste."

Although these two boys were young, their bodies were considered grown up, and they were no different from ordinary soldiers. The two younger sisters were also taller and stronger than Daiyu and others who were older than them. "This looks like a healthy little sister." He looked at the two younger sisters and signaled them to go to battle. Killing people didn't distinguish between men and women, and they all had to be familiar with it. The two little girls' faces were pale, but they didn't dare to disobey their brother's will at all.

These two little girls looked at each other and soon made a decision. Bai Xiao grabbed the double spears and charged in front, while Bai Ying picked up the bow and arrow to cover from behind. The tactics of these two made Bai Lang nod slightly, "Although the strength is unbearable, the thinking is very correct." Bai Xiao's double spears were like double snakes, one attacking and one defending, while Bai Ying shot arrows with continuous bows. At first, they were a bit panicked, but after the first Mongolian was killed by them, they quickly adjusted.

The speed at which they killed the Mongolians was faster than their brother.

Especially Bai Ying's mounted archery, worthy of being a divine archer, killed the most Mongolians among the four.

Bai Lang was quite satisfied, "These waste Mongolian Tartars let you practice your hands, and next we will speed up and sweep the grassland well. At that time, you should be able to meet the real armored Xue army." Bai Lang nodded and led these cavalrymen to charge toward several important Mongolian army gathering places. If these Mongolians wanted to gather troops to enter the pass to rob, there were a few routes that could be basically determined, and the places where they gathered troops were just those few.

In front is the Tartar camp, with the Suled big flag of the Khan in the camp, and light cavalry wandering outside the camp. "How many soldiers are there?" When Bai Lang looked back, he saw that all the cavalry under his cheap younger brother were pale, and it seemed that they were scared. If they fought for a moment, they would collapse immediately. This Great Ming young protector just laughed secretly, this bunch of waste made him feel that this small dynasty was dying, I'm afraid it was not as good as the martial virtue of the Great Song...

"Probably six thousand cavalry, the Mongolian way of calling, actually probably less than three thousand cavalry, others are poor infantry, riding horses is just to hurry. Can't be used for charging." Bai Lang said lightly like a lamp grass, but this was actually the Khan's main elite, otherwise where would there be such a branch of riding infantry. In Bai Lang's eyes, it was just a bunch of people who were selling their heads.

He ran back a few steps, "Gentlemen, follow me to trap the formation!" Bai Lang hadn't opened the White Tiger intention yet. He just took down the weapons on the pack horse, waved them, and rushed out first. His younger brothers and sisters also gritted their teeth and followed, and the rest of the cavalry looked at each other and had to follow. In this situation, it was easy to be chased and killed by Mongolian cavalry if they were alone. And most of the cavalry actually didn't think much when they saw the main general rushing out first, and under the military order like a mountain, they naturally followed.

This time Bai Lang's horse was not armored, just covered with felt to prevent arrows, and Bai Lang didn't wear heavy armor, just a battle robe plus chain mail. The iron helmet he wore on his head was a Ming iron helmet—he was familiar with this thing, he wore this thing when he was a young protector, and the iron helmet was inlaid with gold and dragon and tiger patterns because it was a high-ranking officer, and the hat tassel was red to distinguish it from the white hat tassel of his subordinates. "It should have been mountain-pattern armor, but the Ministry of War of this dynasty is not as good as the Ministry of War of the Ming Dynasty, and they couldn't even collect usable mountain-pattern armor in the warehouse."

The Mongolian cavalry also found the rushing Bai Lang, mainly because they saw the big horse. At first, they were a bit panicked, probably thinking that the Cossacks were coming. But then they found that the rushing cavalry were few, and they were all armored by the Southern Dynasty, so light cavalry came up to entangle, and the army gathered in the camp to prepare for the battle—the elite of the Nine Borders of the Southern Dynasty who dared to leave the border city to actively attack the Mongolian camp. Once these soldiers were beaten, the Southern Dynasty would definitely lose spirit.

The light cavalry's arrows were like rain, all shooting at Bai Lang who was rushing in front, and these Mongolians picked up their sabers to charge after shooting an arrow. Bai Lang casually deflected the arrows that were shot accurately—this riding bow soft arrow was short, and the lethality was really not very good. When these Mongolians were shocked, the two sides were already very close. This Han general—they naturally saw that this was a Han general, whether it was the battle robe on his body or the helmet and the red tassel on the helmet, it could prove this point.

This Han general's martial arts were completely beyond their expectations. It's a pity that it was too late to know this. As soon as Bai Lang encountered the enemy, it was blood and broken meat flying everywhere. Heads, half bodies, hands, etc., were separated from the body, and even many were the heads of warhorses. Bai Lang always killed both men and horses together. The long sword swept across, and both men and horses were broken, while the long spear was sharpened on both sides, and it was also cut after a shake, directly splitting the flesh without needing to shake off the remains.

The few remnant soldiers left for the younger brothers and sisters behind were all scared out of their souls, and were easily harvested by these few people. At this time, Bai Lang opened the White Tiger vengeful ghost power, and immediately it was a tiger roar, and the pressure covered the sky and the earth. And the soldiers behind him were also followed by vengeful ghosts, and while losing their reason, they also became very violent, and their strength increased a lot. Bai Lang slowed down a little, so that the soldiers behind him would not be so disconnected—this was also conducive to his frontal enemy not separating early, which was convenient for him to kill. ===== CHAPTER 637 =====