Chapter 800

These people couldn't stop Bai Lang in the end, so they let him take a dozen or so people on horseback and go out. This time, Bai Lang was clad in double armor, wearing mail armor inside and mountain-pattern armor outside, with packhorses carrying spare cotton armor and mail armor. Led by the original household guards and night-scouts, he followed the tracks of the Qing soldiers. "You lot don't need to charge; just follow behind me and cut off heads." Bai Lang's arrogant and domineering words actually stirred up the fanatical morale of these men.

Anyone would want to charge behind a peerless fierce general, and this peerless fierce general hardly needed anyone else to protect his surroundings or his back. Such a person was probably only comparable to Xiang Yu, the Overlord in the storybooks—Xiang Yu had also killed and scattered the Han army with twenty-eight cavalrymen without suffering a single loss himself. Bai Lang rode on a horse, a large horse specially selected to carry this guy, while the double iron halberds were placed on another horse—otherwise, the horse wouldn't be able to take it, especially over long distances. A hundred-plus jin was roughly equivalent to an unarmored ordinary soldier.

The current Ming Dynasty didn't have the cold-blooded heavy horses of Europe; carrying two people over long distances would definitely be too much. Bai Lang was tall and big, and just his own weight plus the armor he wore was probably two hundred and forty or fifty jin. It was already very impressive that the warhorse under his crotch could carry him—this was also a good horse, which the Regional Commander said was a breed from the Northwest, a head taller than the common Mongolian horses in the army. However, to Bai Lang, who had seen those European heavy horses, the current horse was just so-so.

The fewer the people, the faster the march. Even though Bai Lang set out two days later than the Qing soldiers, he caught up with them within a day. It was just that he bumped into the Qing soldiers' roaming cavalry, who were far out protecting the rear of the Qing army. From Bai Lang's perspective, there were three riders; when they saw Bai Lang and his men from afar, they turned their horses and left, showing no sign of the charging and fighting they usually did when they saw Ming roaming cavalry.

"Do they recognize me?" Bai Lang chuckled. Such a big man, of course, the other side could see him. Regardless of whether it was Bai Lang, it was correct to go back and report first—if it wasn't Bai Lang, then they hadn't killed Ming roaming cavalry; if it was Bai Lang and they didn't go back to report, they would be executed by military law even if they returned alive. The Qing soldiers also didn't want to be raided by Bai Lang; if this guy killed his way in, they really couldn't block him.

Sure enough, when Bai Lang and his men saw the Qing camp, the other side was already prepared. "Ho, grappling hooks and fishing nets... plus longbows and heavy arrows, they really are well-prepared. But how will you plunder like this? As for me, I'll just wear you down!" Bai Lang urged his horse to wander around a hundred paces away, and for a moment, he gave up the idea of trampling the camp. He did this, and the Qing soldiers were also very troubled. Not to mention breaking camp, marching, and fighting, just collecting firewood, drinking water, and eating in the camp was very troublesome.

A squad of soldiers would go out and be killed by this Bai Lang in the time it took to drink a cup of tea, and mobilizing a thousand people to surround and kill him—it was a waste of effort and might not even keep him; if he ran, he would be impossible to chase. This was the use of a peerless fierce general; guarding outside the enemy camp was like an iron chain across the river, making the enemy unable to advance or retreat, like a fishbone in the throat. The matter of sweeping through Shandong and plundering slaves couldn't be done. Not to mention anything else, from the beginning of the siege, this Bai Lang started charging the formation, making it impossible to take the slaves away.

Actually, taking advantage of the fact that morale and organization were still there, retreating out of Shandong was the real thing to do. Come back to settle the score after bringing a peerless fierce general... However, wielding tens of jin of double iron halberds with ease, such a fierce general was indeed rare. Thinking left and right, they probably couldn't find such a warrior in the Eight Banners. Even Oboi, the first warrior of the Eight Banners who held the title of Baturu, probably wasn't that powerful... This guy only used a heavy iron sword of twenty-plus jin and charged the formation wearing triple armor.

However, it didn't seem entirely so. Abatai had also seen the imperial guards around Huang Tai Ji, and among them were martial arts experts holding eighty-one-jin single-legged copper men. It was just that these martial arts experts were good at fighting but not at military affairs, and they were Han people, so they wouldn't become Baturu of the Eight Banners. However, it seemed that several Zhangjing and Fen-de-bo-shi-ku would have to take the White-Armored soldiers and Gubeixian Chaoha to try and see if they could capture or expel this Han fierce general.

Now it seemed that this Han warrior had promoted himself by cutting off the heads of the Jurchen people. At least the mountain-pattern armor of the general on his body was definitely good stuff. Now this Han fierce general had empty hands, and the double iron halberds were on other horses—those Ming cavalrymen following him clearly showed signs of cowardice after seeing the Qing camp, at least letting this fierce general stand out alone at the very front.

Bai Lang sized up the camp in front of him. "Hmm? Is this to come out of the camp and fight me?" Riding on his horse, Bai Lang bowed slightly and looked ahead. "Bring me my halberds," he said. With a blast of a horn, the Qing camp gates opened wide, and a squad of soldiers poured out. "Ho, these must be the elite White-Armored soldiers." What Bai Lang saw were infantry clad in triple armor, holding large shields and heavy arrows, as well as heavy cavalry with both men and horses armored. These people also had grappling hooks and lassos in their hands.

In this case, could these people really block his attack? However, if they took the initiative to charge, Bai Lang would have to see. Currently, the other side was well-prepared; perhaps charging over would really only kill a few people before being trapped—Bai Lang really didn't have much confidence in whether he could escape once trapped. To be honest, he really didn't have the experience of being trapped in a military formation, but his lightness skill should allow him to run out.

For now, it was better to keep his distance. If he couldn't use slaughter to hone his martial arts, then he should do something for his country and nation—although Bai Lang considered himself a citizen of the Republic, the Ming Dynasty was at least more pleasing to the eye than the Tartars and was the orthodox one. He widened the distance, and the other side also wanted to try to charge. "You guys go first; I might not be able to look after you later." Bai Lang's internal force circulated, and the purple-gold halberds emitted a low humming sound due to the agitation of the internal force.

The Golden Bell Shield slowly took shape, but now it couldn't be seen with the naked eye; his power hadn't reached that stage yet, and Bai Lang couldn't protect the warhorse under his crotch. He slowly urged the warhorse, preparing to meet the battle. The first to face Bai Lang was not the cavalry, but the heavily armored infantry. They drew their bows and aimed their arrows at Bai Lang's warhorse. Bai Lang dismounted and used the purple-gold halberds to deflect those arrows. "Take my horse away first; it's fine, I have a way. You guys go first."

Bai Lang looked at the array in front of him and revealed a hint of a smile. "Looking at the pitch-black hole ahead, it must be the thief's lair. Wait for me to rush forward and kill them all clean. Hehehehehe." Bai Lang struck the double halberds together, and after a loud sound, he strode toward the enemy army. ===== CHAPTER 801 =====