Chapter 602: Terrifying Retribution

With Bai Lang's historical attainments, he also remembers that if the Boxer Rebellion is happening now, it should be the Eight-Nation Alliance, and the direct reason for the Boxer Rebellion he remembers should be the church? Anyway, German diplomats played a very bad role in it. What Bai Lang knocked open now is the German legation, but what he shoveled off was not the head of a German soldier, but the head of a soldier of the so-called Allied Forces. Looking at these giant knights who couldn't be hit by bullets and the monsters filing in from the breach—of course, it was the giant-led giant step-fighting knights who were more than two people taller than normal people, these soldiers collapsed.

It was like a devil walking out of hell. The weapons in the soldiers' hands were no better than burning sticks. It was visible to the naked eye that the bullets hit these monsters and sparks flashed and were bounced off. And the armor worn by these monsters was the most beautiful decorative Gothic armor, so because of their thickness, they changed from original ceremonial decorative armor to actual combat armor. Bai Lang hadn't made a move yet, but saw the metal giant dragon waving the huge warhammer in his hand, directly smashing the wall of the building in front, and by the way, the broken armor cone head also strung up several unlucky soldiers.

The next moment, the battle-axe swung down heavily. The foreign soldier who was struck was not cleanly split into two pieces; instead, he was smashed into a pulp of flesh by the axe. "Big Brother, if you're going to come out to fight, at least sharpen your weapon, right?" Bai Lang said to the bull-headed, bull-faced knight in heavy armor who seemed to be riding a "bull" warhorse beside him, but the other party did not react at all. By this time, the short "foot soldiers" had already charged into the house and begun the slaughter.

They were basically wearing half-armor or leather armor, looking like they could be easily shot through by rifles, but if the bullets really gathered and shot, they would find that these short guys were covered in blood but would not fall at all. The key is that there are also slender figures wearing leather armor and hats—Bai Lang naturally recognizes that aren't they Qian Shan Zhenren and a few others who don't know what they are? They pulled their bows and arrows and shot arrows half a person long, and they could also bend, shooting from windows or directly through walls to nail the soldiers inside to death.

The battle of cold weapons against hot weapons ended in the complete victory of cold weapons. Because of their size, Bai Lang didn't dismount to kill. This kind of thing was left to those "infantry" who were about the same height as the current ordinary countrymen but much stronger. Bai Lang saw his master, the monk, and the big guy who gave him the sculpture and pet standing outside waiting for the slaughter to be completed. Not long after, some crying women and middle-aged and elderly men wearing what looked like tailcoats were dragged out by these infantry.

These are diplomats and overseas Chinese families. As for the overseas Chinese who picked up weapons? Now heads and corpses are being thrown out. According to the big shot's opinion, they should build a Jingguan on the spot. Those short guys are quite capable of this. They chopped and chopped, repaired the corpses and heads, and then divided them into two piles and started to build a pyramid. Bai Lang is also a man who has built a Jingguan. At this moment, he touched his metal tiger mask, and an appreciative look appeared under the mask.

"The distance and proportion of this stacking are really good! They also specially chose the heads of the dead ghosts who are ferocious or handsome to face out, fully expressing the beauty of that Jingguan!" Bai Lang spoke and praised, and a group of fierce gods nodded in agreement. The rogue demon monk, who was naked on his upper body like a Renwang Vajra Bodhisattva, walked to the Jingguan and chanted the Rebirth Mantra—it's just that no matter how you listen to it, it sounds like the tone of all living beings being exhausted and then proving Bodhi.

"If this kind of scripture is chanted, these heretics will not go to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, right? They must all go directly to the eighteenth level of hell they should go to." Bai Lang said casually, but heard his master gloating and saying, "There is no such thing, directly soul-scattered and never super-born, otherwise how can it be said that all living beings are exhausted?"

The foreigners who were pulled out and not yet killed were already scared to the point of soft legs, watching these fierce "monsters" pile heads and corpses into two pyramids, and the giant Bai Lang recognized even said a few words in foreign language, it seems that he was explaining to them what this was, Bai Lang didn't understand, only through spiritual sensing roughly knew that this Zhou Zhongmou was saying that this is the tradition of the Asian great country.

"Ah, it's a bit imperfect, missing those few! These guys didn't learn math well." I don't know which monster said, Bai Lang looked and it was indeed so, so he looked at it for a few times, grabbed a diplomat wearing foreign clothes, and pulled off his head and threw it to the short guys. "Sorry, my hand slipped, and the spine was pulled out." Other heavy cavalrymen and even the giant made moves one after another, grabbing foreigners and pinching off their heads. "Not one more, not one less."

The Jingguan was built, and Bofu, who was watching all this lazily, waved his hand. "There are quite a few on this road. The revolution has not yet succeeded... Let's do this, everyone eat first, and then do it after eating." This language carried infinite cruel and fierce aura. Those short guys roared like wild beasts one after another, and then pounced on those women. Bai Lang sighed, grabbed one of the girls and put her on his saddle.

Doing the same thing as him was Zhou Xianda, the archer—this guy flashed, and took away two children. Although the demon monk was a bad person, he also took away a child, and his master Zhou Shubi grabbed a girl. Zhou Zhongmou took away a woman holding a child with a sigh, and the other guys didn't move at all. Especially the guy transformed by the red dragon, he was too lazy to even look at it.

When those short guys pounced, they had already mutated, turning into monsters running on four legs like wild boars, wild dogs, mutated hyenas, mutated lions and tigers, and even monsters with two heads, three heads, or even several big mouths full of fangs on their bodies. These monsters were eating people, tearing and swallowing them alive. The screams were enough to make the boldest people outside shrink into a ball. Bai Lang reached out and covered the girl's ears and eyes. If she saw this situation, a normal person might go crazy—although when building the Jingguan before, those who should go crazy had already gone crazy...

He didn't have any special thoughts about this situation himself. These foreigners did a lot of evil on this land. Although most of the people who were eaten alive now should be innocent, who let their families and nationals do so much evil here? It's just retribution, and the big shot brought them here, I'm afraid it was to impose retribution.

These monsters ate people extremely fast, most of the unlucky ones should have no pain, and these monsters ate them very cleanly, and there was not even much blood left on the ground, as for bones and the like, they were all chewed and swallowed. So these monsters restored their human form and continued to kill towards the distance. Bai Lang and the others were no longer the vanguard, but let the warhorses follow slowly behind—it was just that those giants walked to the front and started to open the road with the weapons in their hands.