Chapter 692

The death of a new scholar is a big deal and a small deal. The big deal is that no matter what, he is a national reserve official. The small deal is that the civil officials in Datong are at least "tong jinshi." If the city is broken and the land is lost, won't they die in groups? So it's not strange that this new scholar said he wanted to fight Altan Khan—at the moment, this scholar has no specific official position, so it's hard to say he is overstepping his authority, and scholar civil officials also dare to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, which seems to be a plus in the current Ming Dynasty.

Nowadays, civil officials mostly plan strategies, and those who can go to the battlefield to kill enemies are rare. There are many scholars who are both civil and martial, and there are also those with high martial arts, but really letting them go to the battlefield to fight with swords and spears? It's really not many. After Bai Lang was fully armored, even Qiu Luan had to say, "Sure enough, a good man"—this person was taller and bigger than ordinary military generals, and after wearing armor, with hanging eyebrows and tiger whiskers, he was truly a peerless fierce general. Not to mention watching him wave weapons casually, he was also a guy with infinite strength.

The twenty-four-pound double iron maces were already very exaggerated. You know, the iron maces used in the current Ming army were only seven or eight pounds. The wrist and arm strength of a person using such weapons can be imagined. Bai Lang asked for a few mule carts and took these two hundred soldiers out of Datong City—although Altan Khan was coming, Altan Khan's army had not yet reached Datong City, and now secret envoys were running over trying to get Altan Khan to attack Gubeikou instead of Datong. If Altan Khan went to Gubeikou, it wouldn't be Qiu Luan's responsibility.

Although the two hundred soldiers were old and weak, they looked a bit majestic—Qiu Luan had to do the facade work; he definitely wouldn't give his own family soldiers, but he gave those who looked okay in the military camp, the kind with weak bodies. Bai Lang rode a horse, and the others sat in eight large carts, huffing and puffing toward the front line. Qiu Luan would send out scouts, but he himself would absolutely not take a step out of Datong, and neither would the civil officials in the city.

The current Jiajing dynasty is in a state of being shameless. Historically, they let Altan Khan rob outside Beijing for eight days and leave, and finally had to trade with him. The Ming Dynasty didn't even send a single soldier to attack Altan Khan. Being ashamed to this extent, one can only look forward to Grandpa Qi finding the place back in the future. I don't know what kind of Taoist method the current Emperor is practicing; could it be the *Humiliation-Enduring Divine Skill*? Bai Lang marched forward at high speed with great spirit.

Don't look at Altan Khan having tens of thousands of elite cavalry; the actual marching speed can't be much faster—he is here to fight and plunder, not to run a rally and kill warhorses. And now he is staying outside the pass waiting for this kid Qiu Luan to give him a bribe, and only then will he double his speed to break through Gubeikou and head straight for Beijing. And marching is a matter where the fewer the people, the faster the speed. The marching speed of two hundred people and twenty thousand people is not the same thing at all.

But after only half a day, these two hundred people, under the urging of the carts and Bai Lang, saw Altan Khan's army from afar—it was a huge camp spread out for more than ten li, and tens of thousands of cavalry were parked there. Not only cavalry, but also a large number of ox carts were seen, which were transporting supplies for the cavalry. Now they hadn't entered the pass yet, and they had to prepare a few days of supplies themselves, and then they could enter the pass to rob. Such an army could unfold a front of dozens of li, and after entering the pass, they would definitely divide their troops to plunder.

But now... Bai Lang was in high spirits and excited. He dismounted first to let the warhorses rest, took beans from the cart for the horses to eat, and fed them water. Bai Lang tidied up his attire. It was almost June, and the weather was quite hot. Bai Lang himself had high martial arts and was not afraid of cold or heat, so he didn't sweat, while those soldiers took off their armor and weapons early in the morning, and only now did they start to put on armor.

The movements were very slow, and the morale could be said to be almost zero. No matter what, two hundred people rushing at tens of thousands of cavalry was a matter of ten deaths and no life. The reason they didn't run away was purely because the scholar in front of them also looked very scary, and they were afraid of being killed by him if they ran away—these people were all "rotten lives," and no one would pursue his responsibility if Bai Lang killed a few casually. Military households are such tragic characters.

Their eyes were dull, and Bai Lang looked at the state of these people and knew that they were not the "You-Bing Rangers" he once commanded; these people were just poor military households. Bai Lang said to this bunch of trash, "Just shout and cheer, and incidentally help me cut off heads. Anyway, if you charge, you can't run away, so it's better to fight with me." Seeing these two hundred people all crying, saying that this time they were going to die.

Bai Lang didn't care about them. After the horse power recovered, he mounted the horse. The double iron maces were placed on the cart. Bai Lang didn't plan to bring short weapons for this charge. He drew the long spear and the long-handled *Pu Dao* he had placed on the cart and held them in both hands, let out a long breath, and began to urge the warhorse to move forward in small steps. "Follow!" Bai Lang roared. The two hundred military households had no choice but to cry while taking one step forward and two steps back, following Bai Lang forward.

At this time, the scouts outside the camp had already discovered Bai Lang's group. Seeing that they were Ming army red battle robes and yet only two hundred people, they all laughed loudly. Seeing Bai Lang wearing scale armor and a phoenix-wing helmet, they were overjoyed—this meant that it was a high-level general of the Ming army's guerrilla/assistant general level, worth a lot of money. These scouts also whistled and came over. The soldiers behind Bai Lang simply shouted and threw away the weapons in their hands and fled.

Bai Lang shook his head and smiled; this might be the worst batch of soldiers he had ever led, but it didn't matter; he never thought of relying on these soldiers anyway. Bai Lang directly rode his horse to meet those scouts—the Mongols were indeed dragging their feet. These dozen light cavalrymen had to surround and intercept from front and back, and didn't dare to gather together to charge him. The horse bows in their hands could only be said to be weak, and the armor on Bai Lang's body was also good stuff selected from the Datong arsenal, not the garbage for the "thief-assigned army." The arrows of the horse bows couldn't penetrate at all.

Bai Lang's warhorse was so-so, which could already be considered a good horse in Datong, so he also successfully matched the cavalry in front of him. They waved sabers and short spears to fight him—shooting arrows now seemed to be unable to shoot the Ming general, and the arrows shooting the horse were actually knocked away by him. The martial arts of this Ming general seemed to be very high. The Mongols were not surprised by this; any Ming general who dared to fight them had good martial arts. This kind of action of a dozen people trying to shoot the horse and having the arrows knocked away belonged to basic operation.

Bai Lang thrust with his right hand and slashed with his left, easily killing the three Mongol cavalrymen who dared to charge him. Afterward, he roared like thunder and charged directly at Altan Khan's camp, completely ignoring the scouts behind him. Those scouts had originally divided a few to chase and kill the fleeing Ming soldiers, but now seeing Bai Lang rushing at the camp, they slowed down the speed of the chase and began to watch the situation. Bai Lang infused internal force into the warhorse, stimulating the potential of the horse.

The warhorse rushed desperately toward Altan Khan's camp. Two hundred paces from the camp, a hundred-man team that had already fully armored and patrolled the camp had gathered into a thousand-man team, rushing out of the camp to face Bai Lang. Bai Lang let out a wild laugh, completely fearless, and charged directly at the thousand cavalry. The long spear and the saber tip were joined in front of the horse, and the internal force of the *Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield* formed a cone tip directly in front of the horse—this was the "sword radiance" formed on the weapon after the internal force of heaven and man reached its peak.

The bows and arrows were still weak. This time, they couldn't even break through his external Qi. Bai Lang crashed into the Mongol heavy cavalry waving weapons, and immediately people and horses were turned over, and Bai Lang was rushed out of a blood alley dozens of meters long...