Chapter 802

Not using the double halberds, for Bai Lang, actually increased the variety of his attacks. However, carrying the 128-jin purple-gold halberds was ultimately a bit clumsy in turning, so when Bai Lang pounced, he also drew the double purple-gold halberds and threw them out, harvesting two lives.

The thrown purple-gold halberds hit two Qing soldiers whose armor was clearly different, and immediately pierced directly into them. The double armor on their bodies was of no use at all. These two people also sprayed blood and fell backward, the purple-gold halberds passing through their chests and backs. Without the 128-jin burden, Bai Lang's speed was even faster.

However, the two Qing soldiers killed by him were quickly dragged away. It seemed there was still a difference in status. "Damn it! Do I have a grudge against weapons? This is good stuff I exchanged with points! Now it's going to leave me temporarily." Bai Lang had no time to retrieve his weapons; he was busy killing.

These soldiers had equally strong combat power—compared to the ordinary people he had met in the past, these people were accustomed to cold-weapon warfare and would not retreat even when seeing bloody scenes. Moreover, they had strong combat power while armored and armed, and they also had weapons aimed at martial arts experts like Bai Lang—grappling hooks and lassos.

Now they still hadn't trapped Bai Lang, but these people were holding heavy shields and restricting Bai Lang's range of movement regardless of casualties—but now it seemed it wasn't working. Bai Lang's movements were swift and flexible, especially this ability to jump by borrowing force; I'm afraid it would be difficult to restrict him for a while.

The most critical thing was that the power of Bai Lang's attacks was unusually large, and the power of his fists and feet was also difficult to block—it was just slightly better than the iron halberds, but the vibration force on his fists was hard to block even with armor and shields. And once he didn't use the double halberds, the power of his legs was also extraordinary, and the most terrifying thing was his hands. A grab of his tiger claws was truly no less than a real tiger...

The force of the energy passed through his fingers, just like the claws of a real tiger. This was the result of Bai Lang practicing the true meaning of the Tiger Form to the point of entering the hall. He knew that he hadn't reached the peak, but at this moment, he could already let the claw energy penetrate, making it possible to grab deep marks on those shields.

Then there was no need to talk about armor. Under a grab of the tiger claws, the armor plates deformed, and then a tear—cotton armor would be easily torn. This armor wasn't designed to consider what to do if someone tore it with great force when it was being built. So after a tear and another grab, this time there was mail armor, but it could still cause serious injury. If he grabbed the chest and abdomen, it was even possible to be disemboweled under the mail armor.

"Pity, it didn't reach the fourth level after all! Otherwise, why would I fear this kind of group battle!" Bai Lang clashed left and right, collecting four or five more lives, but the lassos and grappling hooks were increasing, and it seemed more Qing soldiers were rushing out—he was ultimately slowed down. "Time to go!" Bai Lang made a decision. He roared and separated his claws, forcibly shaking open a passage, and then fully displayed his lightness skill, rushing out of the circle in a few steps. "They've surrounded me..." Bai Lang quickened his pace, as if gliding on the ground.

He stomped his toes on the ground, and the earth shook slightly wherever his internal force reached. Bai Lang used the reaction force to leap into the air, performed a somersault in the air, and landed several zhang away. At this time, he had already widened the distance, and his warhorse was also brought over by a brave subordinate. Bai Lang mounted the horse. "Go!" Then he turned the horse's head and began to retreat.

After running for more than a hundred paces, Bai Lang pulled the horse. The Qing soldiers had already begun to withdraw—chasing after him would be fatal, equivalent to sending heads for free. Bai Lang gave a thumbs-down gesture to the Qing camp, then let out a wild laugh and ran away. "He will come again..." Watching Bai Lang go away, Abatai said.

This time it was indeed a loss—although it could be said that Bai Lang dropped the double iron halberds, they couldn't be called iron halberds anymore; now they seemed to have some copper and gold, but they were really very heavy. Even Abatai himself, although he could lift them with one hand, couldn't wield them like Bai Lang. To besiege Bai Lang, two Niulu Zhangjing, four Fen-de-bo-shi-ku, and eleven Bayara armored soldiers died, and six horse-armored soldiers also died. Even when defeating large groups of Ming troops in the past, there had never been such casualties...

In the end, they only got the opponent's double halberds, and didn't let the opponent take any heads... This counted as a fart of a victory. It was true that their own people died, and if this guy was still wandering nearby, finding an opportunity to launch a charge or even launch a charge during marching or sieges, just thinking about it made his scalp tingle. Such a fierce general as a vanguard, if he led a large group of cavalry or infantry to break the siege, it would really be difficult to handle.

And at this time, the ordinary Qing soldiers were already low in morale. The opponent had killed so many warriors, and he looked unscathed when he left, and it seemed he would come again—no Qing soldier would feel high morale. A serious problem was really placed in front of them: admit that this Shandong offensive had failed, and leave while supplies were still sufficient, the soldiers' energy and physical strength were still enough, and morale was still okay, or persist in the original plan and continue to fight in Shandong, plundering more children and gold and silver?

The latter choice was impossible just to think about. If they were well-prepared, perhaps Bai Lang wouldn't have much of a chance, but to go back while escorting the plundered children? Just thinking about it was impossible. At that time, the clumsy army would be full of gaps that Bai Lang could break into. Once this guy broke in, the speed at which he killed ordinary soldiers could be imagined.

Before he exhausted himself and retreated, he might really be able to kill hundreds of Qing soldiers...

"Retreat." Abatai, who had made the decision, had an even more bitter old face. He was not favored when he was with the Old Slave, and after Huang Tai Ji took power, although Abatai could fight, he was only a Beile until now. In the Eight Banners system, he ranked behind other brothers—he did the hard and tiring work, and there was no share for him in promotions. After making this decision now, it was conceivable that Abatai would have to take the blame again. It would be good if he could keep his Beile this time. If Huang Tai Ji intended to beat and humiliate him, he might even be demoted to Beizi...

Thinking of this, Abatai really felt very aggrieved—why did such a fierce general appear on his route? Actually, he should laugh. In history, the losses of the Qing soldiers in this entry into the pass were actually not small, and many dignitaries would die, among whom a batch of Guanling and Hujun would die. Compared with history, the casualties were even smaller if they retreated now.

However, the Qing soldiers were ultimately terrified. When they broke camp and retreated, Bai Lang also tried to charge, but the other side protected themselves with large carts, shooting desperately with bows and arrows and firearms, and almost everyone took out grappling hooks and the like to be ready, so Bai Lang could only hijack a few heads, but could not delay the Qing soldiers much—he had too few people, and others did not have the ability to charge alone, while the Ming troops in nearby prefectures did not dare to fight in the field, but could defend the city...

A month later, the Qing soldiers completely withdrew, and the traffic was finally reconnected. Bai Lang had already returned to Yanzhou after trying to charge a few times and knowing it wouldn't work. Now it was time to officially receive the court's reward. "It's just a pity for my water-polished purple-gold halberds! Damn it, this is good stuff I bought with points." ===== CHAPTER 803 =====