Chapter 657: Western Monument of Heads

Before they could fully react, Bai Lang directly urged his horse to accelerate again. He picked up the long spear in his hand and flicked away the anti-horse obstacles weighing hundreds of catties—at this time, his warhorse had long been penetrated by his true Qi, and the horse's bones were like steel; otherwise, just this move would have likely sprained the horse's legs.

Bai Lang flicked away three anti-horse obstacles in a row and crashed into the Tsar's front formation that had raised their spears. At this time, he was dancing with a long knife in his right hand and a long spear in his left, directly hacking down dozens of armored soldiers in the front formation along with their people and spears, and directly killed his way into the musketeer formation.

He was always quick when killing people. The long knife and iron spear naturally had a sharp aura of several feet; this was what he forced out—there were immortals in this world, so where could there be the ability to suppress Bai Lang's martial arts for a long time? He alone was at the level of an earthly immortal just by martial arts. In the blink of an eye, Bai Lang killed all the musketeers who opened fire on him, and at this time, his subordinates also arrived.

The Tsar's cannons opened fire on Bai Lang. This man turned his long spear sideways and punched, directly knocking the cannonballs away and back, instead killing the artillerymen clean. In the eyes of the Tsar's army, this kind of power was nothing but the power of a demon, and this demon even killed the priests.

Indeed, there were bishops waving crosses and chanting scriptures in an attempt to "exorcise demons," but the result was being directly cut in two, and then trampled into meat paste by horse hooves—the Tsar's soldiers were terrified to find that the Tatar heavy cavalry who killed their way in were also "invulnerable to knives and guns."

They could not see the souls of the soldiers who had just been killed wrapped around these cavalrymen. Those souls burned like flames outside the cavalry's armor, providing them with a comprehensive improvement from defense to strength, using the fear of these cavalrymen as fuel, turning them into fearless White Tiger ghost soldiers.

This time, it was the ancient defeating the modern. Although the Tsarist Russian Empire belonged to a backward nation in Europe, its officers were mostly veterans who had experienced the Thirty Years' War and had already stepped into the threshold of a modern army with one foot. The techniques they learned in the Thirty Years' War, a war that had turned Central Europe and Germany into a blank slate, had all lost their use before their eyes.

Their entire worldview needed to be recast, but they did not have the chance. Bai Lang charged into the battle formation and easily killed the officers who were commanding the battle one by one. Those high-level commanders and marquises and dukes were not known for their personal prowess. Facing the "Tatar Great Khan" charging at them, the only thing they could do was to flee with their guards.

Bai Lang's cavalry had already broken through the entire line and were creating waves of death in the Tsar's great army. The entire Tsar's army of more than fifty thousand had now shown signs of collapse. Bai Lang alone charged in the front, just like Moses parting the sea as said in the Orthodox Church. At this time, Bai Lang's entire army pressed on, and under the stimulation of the White Tiger army's Qi, everyone was brave.

The cannons only had time to fire one round, and were even abandoned by the artillerymen before they were fired. Of course, they also killed some soldiers in Bai Lang's army, but this small splash was useless and could not even attract the slightest attention in the entire wave. Bai Lang's army only needed to kill people from behind; the frontal resistance was quite weak. Any warrior who dared to turn around and fight was killed by many people, and after that, there were no such warriors.

Thus, the Tsar's army was defeated like a mountain collapsing.

"The army is defeated like a mountain collapsing, and the remnants are at the end of their road." Bai Lang sighed while happily commanding the pursuit—of course, he only had his own headquarters, and other generals were organizing their own rotation pursuit troops to maintain physical strength and formation to the maximum extent and win the greatest results.

Bai Lang led the cavalry who had taken off their human and horse armor, driving more warhorses and biting the fleeing Tsar's cavalry to pursue, while those infantry were handed over to their own subordinates who were pursuing in parallel. These defeated soldiers could not run far; their supplies were already lost, and their running ability stimulated by panic could not last long. Soon, they would also be exhausted due to panic, and then they would lie on the roadside waiting to become merit for beheading.

That's right, this time Bai Lang had secretly issued a military order: no capture, all beheaded. "This battle was meant to break the bones of the Tsarist Russian Empire, to make its army suffer irreparable losses—at least for ten or twenty years they won't be able to pick it up—not to mention they still have to deal with the Poles and the Turks."

The Tsarist Russian Empire would certainly be unable to recover, and the "Bobos" (Poles) who were suppressed would be able to shake again.

Under Bai Lang's pursuit, the Tsar's cavalry who were fleeing in a panic had uneven horse power distribution. They were soon caught up and hacked to death by Bai Lang's cavalry who had changed horses, so they accelerated their horse power to run, and then the horses died one after another, and the people could not run away... Bai Lang had already surpassed the pursuit, and now he was leading the cavalry to intercept the fleeing Tsar's army instead.

Not many of those dukes, marquises, and foreign commanders were able to run away—indeed, some people ran away, which was unavoidable; you couldn't round them all up on the great plains. But those who ran away like this were probably only about two thousand people, and among them, fewer than thirty noble officers successfully ran back to Moscow in the end.

Everyone else was buried on the plain a hundred kilometers from the Ural River. The nobles and officers captured by Bai Lang were also beheaded. The heads of the soldiers who died along the way were collected, and finally, a "Jingguan" began to be built outside Lower Ural Fort. Of the more than fifty-five thousand Tsar's great army, only more than thirty-seven thousand heads were collected in the end.

Bai Lang built a huge Jingguan, inserted the military flag, and ordered the remaining local residents to maintain it daily—"Otherwise, the whole family will be killed." This was his decree, and he left behind more than a thousand surrendered Mongols as garrison troops here, while he himself would head south after resting in the city for a month.

Moscow was indeed in a mess. His Majesty the Tsar spent so much money, and the army that had been accumulated and trained for several years was finished just like that. Want to retaliate? The Poles moved first, and the remaining army in hand should go to hold off the Poles first, which was the serious business.

As for the Ural direction? It would be good enough if the Tatars didn't come, and don't count on driving them back—the Tsar only sent some light cavalry to alert, and he was definitely unable to organize a second campaign.

Other nations in Central Asia? They were simply not Bai Lang's opponents. With Bai Lang's martial power, commanding the White Tiger ghost soldiers, a single charge could rout their great army, and what followed was just a happy pursuit. Along the way back, Bai Lang built quite a few Jingguans to show off his martial achievements.

When Bai Lang's great army stepped into the pass again, it had been two years since he set out on the expedition. In the two-year expedition, his army lost more than a thousand people, but the captives brought back exceeded thirty thousand—these were all young and strong women, and Bai Lang himself took more than ten of them. If they immigrated to fill the border next, they could directly reach the Caspian Sea and the Ural River.

Bai Lang ultimately did not go to the San'er's country, that weak but very rich place—but it didn't matter, Central Asia was already in hand, and he could lead his army to cross the Khyber Pass to India to do whatever he wanted at any time... ===== CHAPTER 658 =====