Chapter 805

The peasant army in front was tens of thousands, but like the past, it was also the generals leading the trusted cavalry, commanding the veteran soldiers who had fought many battles, followed by the miscellaneous soldiers of the people who were coerced, and finally the old, weak, women, and children who were coerced. Now the decisive battle with Governor Sun was proceeding step by step, and the peasant army would eventually complete regularization, weeding out most of these coerced old, weak, women, and children and establishing other camps. But at the moment, Li Guo's army was going to touch Governor Deng's "great army".

Governor Deng was also prepared to die for the country. At the moment, he was not defending the city, but purely competing with the peasant army in the field. With his ability, if he lost, he would probably not be able to run—the three thousand or so soldiers in his hands were useless, and he could only hope that Bai Lang could break this peasant army. He still had some expectations for this.

Bai Lang rushed forward alone, and the cavalry behind him were a full fifty paces away from him, which was actually considered disconnected. And Bai Lang's attire was also gorgeous. The mountain-pattern armor finely crafted by the Ministry of War was shining, with tiger-head swallowing mouths and bright reflective chest mirrors, making this guy a glowing person. The phoenix-wing helmet was also a collection in the warehouse carefully crafted by the Ministry of War, also with tiger-face decorations, plus the red tassel on the top of the helmet, and finally Bai Lang's long red cloak and the equally bright half-armor on the warhorse—really making Bai Lang the focus of the battlefield.

"Kill! Kill this Zhu family general!" Those peasant soldiers were all shouting wildly, bows and arrows in their hands were shot one after another, and firearms were also ready. And Bai Lang just flicked them casually, and he had already deflected the flying bows and arrows. "Humph, compared to the Jianzhou Tartars, your bows and arrows are too weak!" Bai Lang was holding the Green Dragon Crescent Blade with one hand at the moment. The blade was a zhang long, and the blade head was four chi long, looking like a terrifying big killer.

Picking open bows and arrows was just a small matter. Those bows and arrows couldn't penetrate the horse armor even if they were shot at the horse, let alone Bai Lang's blade surface was wide, easily protecting the horse as well. But next were the firearms. These firearm soldiers fired when Bai Lang rushed. One person fired, and then everyone messed up and fired the firearms in their hands. At this moment, Bai Lang was still a full fifty paces away from them, and the result was that nothing was hit.

Bows and arrows could still fire a round, but firearms definitely had no chance. And the spearmen had formed an array at this time—as the peasant army's territory grew larger, many regular Ming troops surrendered, and these roving bandits could also form formal battle arrays. Bows and arrows did not work as usual, and at this time Bai Lang had arrived. He pulled the reins, making the warhorse run obliquely, and then he grabbed the tail of the blade pole with one hand, and forcibly swung a blade from back to front.

This was already divine strength. Practicing the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield shouldn't practice such great strength, and practicing the Tiger Form True Meaning of the Thirty-Two Road Long Fist wouldn't be like this either. It could only be said that Bai Lang's body still had talent. The blade broke the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and next was an indescribable sound, which was like a "da-da" beating sound. All those spears were cut off or deflected, and the soldiers holding the spears were cut off along with people and armor, and blood sprayed half a person high.

Under one blade, let alone mail armor and cotton armor, flesh, blood, and bones were all cut open. The fierceness of this blade was also unprecedented. And Bai Lang used this momentum to urge the horse again. This time he crashed directly into the line of dead people he had just killed. This time Bai Lang held the blade with both hands, the range of movement was not large, and it was no longer the big opening and closing of the blade just now, but constantly changing with both hands as the axis, dancing lightly around the horse's head—this was purely done by relying on strength.

Every dance was the armored soldiers being split open. Almost in one blow, the morale of the peasant army's front army was lost. Many people, even if they hadn't faced Bai Lang, turned around and ran. Bai Lang killed and scattered this array, and the cavalry behind also arrived, taking the opportunity to slash and kill the fleeing infantry, driving them to charge the second array. Because Bai Lang followed the fleeing soldiers almost closely, shouting "Those who charge the military formation will be killed without mercy!" was also useless. The matter of running from both sides had long been thrown to the back of the head by the panicked fleeing soldiers.

"Truly a peerless fierce general! One blow broke the thieves!" Governor Deng exclaimed loudly, and at the same time shouted to the soldiers who were stunned, "Follow! Kill the thieves!" Those old oily Ming soldiers also shouted, and one after another began to charge and cut off heads, but this pace was still very slow, and they were ready to turn at any time.

Bai Lang didn't care about what was behind him. In his view, these soldiers were no different from walking meat. Under the blade edge and the weight of the blade body, with the help of inertia, he could easily cut a person open. He only needed to control the change of the direction of force. "So it turns out that after dancing, you can save effort to move the direction through some techniques. No wonder the books say how long a general can charge and kill. It seems that the principles of martial arts are all connected." His Tiger Form True Meaning also had similar attack methods, using the reaction force of pouncing to change the direction of attack. Big cats and small cats could do this.

Bai Lang rushed directly to the enemy's middle army. He was thinking of killing the general of the roving bandits, or after cutting down the middle army flag, the army would collapse. At this time, he was met by the true trusted elite of the roving bandits—the horse army. These were veteran thieves who had fought many battles or elite surrendered Ming troops. In the process of being coerced many times, they proved themselves and became the true elite of the roving bandits today. And Bai Lang didn't feel how elite they were when facing them...

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade back-slashed, very easily splitting a horse from the chest up to the head into two halves, along with the cavalryman on the horse's back, who was also split into two halves from the chest and abdomen to the head. The hard skull of the man and the horse was like tofu under the blade edge... The mail armor didn't play any role. Then Bai Lang flipped his palm, and the long blade slashed horizontally, cutting off the upper body of another horse soldier along with his horse's head again...

Bai Lang pressed lightly on the blade handle, the long blade jumped over his own horse's head, changed to the other side, and stabbed again. This time he stabbed the roving bandit horse soldier on the blade tip, and then Bai Lang shook his hand, and the person was directly dismembered by the Green Dragon Blade. Killing was like mowing grass. Bai Lang only urged the warhorse to charge more than ten paces, and he had already killed six old camp horse soldiers, unscathed himself. Someone drew a bow and shot an arrow, but it was blocked in Bai Lang's palm. That flesh palm couldn't even be shot by an arrow at close range.

And the horse soldier who shot the arrow was captured by Bai Lang. When the two horses crossed, he stretched out his left hand and took him off the horse's back. Bai Lang shook his hand, and the horse soldier slid down. Bai Lang grabbed his neck and exerted force, forcibly tearing off this person's head—in front of everyone, and hung it on the hook of his saddle. The cavalry behind also arrived, seeing this, they all shouted and shot arrows and held spears to charge up, while the peasant army's horse soldiers began to flee.

Li Guo had already run away at this time, but the middle army flag didn't run that fast... ===== CHAPTER 806 =====