Chapter 697

In the imperial court, Yan Song, the Grand Secretary, really figured out the psychology of the Jiajing Emperor and simply proposed the way of "letting him go." Of course, this also won the scolding of many officials and all the people—Jiajing? Jiajing pretended to be dead, pretending to be deceived. No matter how thick Yan Song's face was, he had to make some reaction when he was scolded by the lower-level censors. Therefore, not long after Bai Lang entered the capital, before he was granted any position, he had to hang a position of "Director of the Ministry of War" and lead the Beijing Camp, and be driven out of the capital to fight Altan Khan.

Once the decree was issued, Bai Lang immediately went to the Beijing Camp to select soldiers. He had long known that the Beijing Camp was full of crooked melons and cracked dates, hooligans, and hooligans. It was estimated that few could fight—originally, at least one-third of the empty pay was eaten, plus the quality of the soldiers, Bai Lang had no hope for how many people he could select. Fortunately, although the Beijing Camp was garbage, the Imperial Horse Office could still squeeze out some decent warhorses—the Brocade Guard even had an elephant house, but the pity was that elephants couldn't be ridden to fight.

Another good thing is that the craftsmen in the capital are more reliable, and there are relatively more good things in the Ministry of War's treasury—no matter how corrupt, the facade still has to be passed. Therefore, Bai Lang received a set of scale chain armor and a phoenix-wing eight-faced helmet—Bai Lang firmly refused the cotton iron armor. He wished he could go into battle shirtless in this damn hot weather, even if his innate martial arts were not afraid of cold or heat, the heat of the muscles still had to be discharged during the battle.

The warhorses were "Dragon Horses" provided by the Southwest Tusi, and the weapons were long spears taken from the arsenal and well-repaired by craftsmen. The blade was more than three feet long, and the total length was one zhang and eight feet. It was a long weapon used on horseback. Bai Lang lifted it casually and made a flower over his head with one hand, winning the applause of the various dukes and eunuchs—when it comes to martial arts, this side is more popular, and the proportion of people who understand martial arts among the civil officials on that side is relatively small.

This group of experts saw at a glance how fierce Bai Lang was. Bai Lang was actually quite surprised when he saw them—although the dukes were known for corruption and incompetence, their family-inherited martial arts were practiced to a level stronger than Yue Buqun, about the same as Zuo Lengchan. However, the eunuchs of the Imperial Horse Office had martial arts that were a few points or even a notch stronger than the dukes. And what they marveled at was the peerless martial arts of this Ministry of War Director. Several eunuchs were also knowledgeable experts who could see that Bai Lang was already a "Heaven and Man"—an innate expert.

Such an expert should be used to protect the Emperor. If he was castrated and went to the palace, he would definitely be able to hold a pen in the Ceremonial Office. The various eunuchs were still feeling sorry for Bai Lang, "Such a good man can't be a Grand Secretary in his life. It's really not as good as coming to my Ceremonial Office to be an inner minister." If Bai Lang knew that the eunuchs thought so, he would probably use a tiger claw to smash the corpses of these "eggless" people first.

The Beijing Camp couldn't only send two hundred people. If so, it wouldn't make sense. Therefore, even if they were pieced together, they had to piece together three thousand people. As for whether they could fight? Anyway, as long as they left the capital for twenty li, it didn't matter. When the time came, dragging it until Altan Khan retreated would be enough to report victory. Bai Lang looked at this group of people. The ones in front looked a bit decent, and the useless ones were put in the back—dragging and dragging, it took two days to finish the roll call, and then they were clamoring for "departure silver."

Bai Lang shook his head, even the personal cavalry—this was a group of dozens of people who could fight, selected by the Duke from his own personal soldiers and the centurion level in the camp. Bai Lang didn't even want to look at this group of people, and directly rode his horse out of the capital, "You guys lead the army and follow!" More than a dozen of the personal cavalry also hurriedly flew to follow—this scholar is a precious person. If something really happened, they couldn't afford it.

Bai Lang's true Qi circulated. This method of rushing a long road with man and horse as one was learned during the charge in the Sui and Tang Dynasties. The warhorse ran for more than twenty li, but saw wolf smoke rising from the village ahead. The Mongol cavalry was burning, killing, and looting here. Bai Lang's horse hooves were not noticed by that group of guys, but someone finally saw Bai Lang. The bone whistle sounded, but it was difficult for this group of people to gather at once. Bai Lang stabbed one person down casually, and then he killed into the village along the main road.

There was no one who could match him in front of Bai Lang's horse. The left and right stabs left Mongol soldiers who fell to the ground and died on both sides. Or there were Mongol soldiers hiding in the room shooting arrows at him. Bai Lang knocked them away casually, and his right hand held the spear and swept horizontally, cutting the house and the Mongol soldiers inside into two pieces—Bai Lang knew that there were no living people in the house except for this Mongol soldier. At this time, Bai Lang's beard and hair were bristling, and his tiger whiskers were exploding. His eyes were moving like thunder and lightning, directly scaring the enemy chief facing him to the point of breaking his heart.

There were also Mongol cavalry behind the village who took the opportunity to put on armor and mount their horses, gathering into small teams to charge Bai Lang. At this time, three cavalrymen were killing, and there were two cavalrymen on the left and right trying to attack his side. The Mongols' horse control skills were indeed exquisite, calculating the speed of Bai Lang's advance. Bai Lang sneered and roared with wide eyes. The three cavalrymen in front were all avoiding him, and Bai Lang handed his right hand to his left, and the whole long spear swept out a semi-circular arc from right to left.

The four cavalrymen who came to kill on the left and right were immediately slashed down with their horses. Afterward, Bai Lang's warhorse advanced. He held the spear in his left hand and stabbed, and the long spear pierced three people in one breath from the left. Bai Lang shook his strength, and the three people immediately fell off their horses in pieces. Bai Lang killed through the village, but only killed more than ten people. The number of dead people in this village was more than dozens, and there were some men and women tied up. Bai Lang killed the Mongol soldiers who were watching them casually. At this time, the personal guards also arrived.

Bai Lang looked at the six people who were in a mess, and didn't say anything, but rode his horse around the village. Seeing Mongols, he stabbed. Finally, he saw a Mongol dressed differently running away desperately, so Bai Lang smiled and casually inserted the long spear into the ground. He urged the warhorse to start chasing from behind. After only a few breaths, the warhorse caught up. Bai Lang reached out and grabbed, and directly lifted this person into his hand, like lifting an infant.

After returning the horse, Bai Lang threw this person to the ground, "You interrogate him, where are the other Mongol cavalry?" After saying that, Bai Lang dismounted to feed the horse and eat and drink himself.

From this day on, the three thousand Beijing Camp soldiers had never seen their own commander. This group of masters almost ran out of breath and didn't catch up with the erratic commander, but they could follow the guidance of the personal guards to arrive at one village after another and clean up the Tartar heads piled up inside. Bai Lang intercepted and killed the Mongol soldiers who were scattered to collect grain and catch "living mouths." In three days, he beheaded more than a thousand, and Altan Khan had begun to gather troops and prepare to withdraw from Gubeikou. He naturally heard the news that Bai Lang went out to intercept and kill his subordinates everywhere.

Mongol cavalry wanted to take the spoils and run, so they couldn't run fast. And it's not that there were no warriors who dared to go out to intercept the Mongols who were retreating with property and men and women—Ma Fang also went out to attack with a thousand people, and regained a lot of men and women. But Bai Lang's subordinates were dragging their feet and couldn't keep up at all, so this fierce general had to take thirty or fifty people to force Altan Khan's army...