Chapter 693

People and horses were turned over, flesh and blood flew, and the front army of the thousand-man team was stunned. Whether it was a Mongol Taiji or a Khan, or even a centurion or a thousand-man commander commanding a hundred cavalry, martial arts were the first point of their survival, and their martial arts would never be low. The external martial arts they practiced could also cultivate true Qi and internal force from outside to inside. In small-scale fighting, they might not be as good as the sect leaders and elders of the same generation of the Five Mountain Sword Sects, but when it comes to martial arts on the battlefield, even if the entire Mount Song Sect came out today to charge the thousand-man team, it would be a result of the entire sect being slaughtered.

The Mongols were stunned precisely because of this. Compared with them, the individual martial arts of the Ming army's low- and middle-level generals were indeed not inferior, and even better. But after reaching the level of assistant general, it was mainly command rather than personal assault and fighting. The exception was probably Ma Fang, who would also become famous in this battle, but Ma Fang was not in Datong, and he was not a high-level general at this time.

As a result, this Ming general not only charged the formation alone, but could also stimulate the protective Qi into a sharp sword radiance, covering three feet outside the body? Killing twenty or thirty heavy cavalry in one encounter was too exaggerated. Bai Lang had no interest in explaining to them. This person roared, and the cavalry opposite were all avoiding him.

Bai Lang swung his spear and killed, one spear thrusting through the armored cavalryman and his horse, killing them like killing chickens. And the long *Pu Dao* in his left hand slashed horizontally, and in the blink of an eye, he beheaded more than ten people and horses. It was not strange that the *Pu Dao* rolled its edge. Bai Lang casually abandoned the saber, held the long spear with both hands, and the martial arts that swept the world were wantonly displayed, easily stabbing one Mongol heavy cavalryman after another off his horse.

The warhorse under his crotch was ultimately an ordinary horse. Bai Lang was not very satisfied with it in the first place. He wanted a 16-hand warhorse like the Indian "Ear-Rolling Horse," but there wasn't one. After this charge, this warhorse was almost useless, panting frequently, and the horse's neck was covered in sweat. Especially when Bai Lang lifted his opponent with the long spear, it consumed a lot of horse power.

Bai Lang's arm strength was strong, and even using a disadvantageous lever to lift a heavy cavalryman of more than two hundred pounds was nothing, but the warhorse couldn't take it. Bai Lang's weight, including armor and weapons, was already more than two hundred and fifty pounds, and directly lifting an enemy of more than two hundred pounds, it was good enough that the warhorse wasn't crushed at once. Therefore, Bai Lang stepped out of the stirrups and jumped up, kicked a Mongol soldier to death, and incidentally snatched his horse.

These Mongol soldiers were still shooting arrows, and they were using the sabers and short spears in their hands to slash and thrust with the horse's impact. Unfortunately, they couldn't get within a zhang of Bai Lang, and they were directly stabbed off their horses and died. Bai Lang urged the horse without stopping for a moment, and it seemed that he was going to kill through the entire thousand cavalry. Even now, the number of heavy cavalrymen who died in his hands was only fifty or sixty, but no one dared to block in front of him anymore.

Bai Lang stabbed another person to death, and he knew that the iron spear was already dull. When he took it back, sure enough, because of stabbing through the enemy's armor and body many times, the spear tip and the front blade were bent and damaged. Bai Lang threw it out, piercing another person and horse again, and then he saw the thousand-man commander wearing ring armor and shouting commands.

"Haha! Die!" Bai Lang laughed and jumped into the air again, killing toward the thousand-man commander. The surrounding heavy cavalry gathered again, preparing to surround and attack. Arrows fell like rain, and there were even hidden weapons. "Hmm?! There is actually the Ming Cult! Black Wood Cliff colluding with the Tartars, sure enough, they deserve to die!" Bai Lang roared. He waved his palms and patted around his body, and the palm force directly blew away most of the arrows and hidden weapons.

Afterward, he patted the horse chest of the heavy cavalryman who rushed over, and the other hand formed a "Phoenix Eye Fist" and smashed the saber that was swung over. The power of one palm was like "Fire Transmission," directly blowing the heavy cavalryman into a flower-like person from the inside out. Bai Lang stood up, passed a heavy cavalryman, and the saber slashed on the armor, which indeed broke the armor, but the saber also broke. And Bai Lang's palm turned, grabbed, and lifted...

In the laughter, Bai Lang waved his hand fiercely. The cruelty of this slaughter had already scared many people. Bai Lang was now facing the thousand-man commander.

At this time, the armor on Bai Lang's body was slightly damaged, and the cloak used to defend against arrows had been torn by himself early on. Bai Lang, who was standing there, had his beard and hair bristling, looking at the thousand-man commander and smiling, as if he were looking at a head merit. Afterward, this person closed his palms to return his Qi, and then took a big step and patted out a palm.

The palm force was like a raging wave, surging and surging. There were people standing in front of this thousand-man commander, and at a glance, they were not Mongols but Ming Cult traitors. The weapons in the hands of these two people were also a saber and a sword. Seeing Bai Lang patting his palm from five zhang away, they were relieved—anyway, in their view, who in the world could have palm force that could hit five zhang away?

When they drew their sabers and swords, Bai Lang had already approached to three zhang. The palm wind was already making people unable to breathe. The saber and sword were rolled back, and the palm force shattered all their bones. These two iron pieces of trash stared with wide eyes.

The palm force crushed these two unlucky ghosts, and the thousand-man commander had time to draw his long saber and slash down. This slash was full of spirit, and the power was probably not below that of the high monks of the Shaolin "Fang" generation. And the battlefield killing intent in it would make even a hundred old monks of the "Fang" generation be haunted by the killing intent in front of him and be slashed into two pieces by this thousand-man commander—the "thieving baldies" were just that useless.

This slash broke Bai Lang's palm force from five zhang away, but Bai Lang was already in front of him. This big man grabbed casually, regardless of how the thousand-man commander changed his posture on the horse, and even trying to slash back with the great saber was useless. Bai Lang pulled the thousand-man commander off the horse with one grab, crushed the steel saber, grabbed his head, and pulled—good, one head in hand.

Bai Lang boarded the thousand-man commander's horse, urged the horse forward, and killed another person. This time he got good stuff—a wolf-tooth mace, which was much more durable. This stick was five feet long, made of hardwood, as thick as a wrist. One end had an iron hoop for three feet, with four-edged big nails, and the total weight was about twenty pounds. "This thing can conduct true Qi; it seems it can be used for a long time." Bai Lang rode his horse to charge, and the big stick swung left and right, and no one could match him in front of the horse—the big stick went down, and both people and horses were shattered.

Bai Lang killed more than a hundred people and the thousand-man commander, and the thousand cavalrymen were all scattered. The Mongol cavalry fled in all directions, and Bai Lang took the opportunity to kill into the camp. At this time, Mongol experts and Ming Cult experts rushed over quickly, trying to surround and kill this brave Ming general—poorly, they didn't know who this Ming general was until now...