Chapter 846

Blood sprayed from the necks of the two dead people. The thief holding the bow and arrow and the one holding the firearm were already stunned, especially when Bai Lang threw the head with the spine to them. The one who opened the bow pulled it several times, and the arrow-nocking action, which should have been very smooth and practiced, was hard to get on the bowstring. And the guy with the firearm was shaking his hands so much...

The one holding the bow shouted, dropped the bow and turned to run, and the guy with the firearm closed his eyes and fired a shot, then dropped the firearm and fled. The fierce person in front of them was really too terrible, and in a trance, they even thought they saw a fierce tiger. But "Can you run away?" Bai Lang crossed a few steps, kicked and broke the guy who dropped the firearm, stretched his arm, and pinched the head of the old thief who dropped the bow. However, he didn't exert force, but when his hand claw closed, it had already caused the thief's scalp to break, and blood flowed down his cheeks.

Bai Lang dragged this person to the place where the three people were originally roasting fire and eating, and kicked the corpse to the side—there was still a person who was not dead yet, although he was smashed into two pieces by the Purple Gold Mace, he would die in a while. "I ask you to answer, who are you?" Bai Lang directly kicked and broke the two legs of this old thief, let him lie on the ground and asked like this.

At the same time, Bai Lang also poured water from the jar on the side to wash his hands, and also washed the brain and blood on the Purple Gold Mace. The thief was also cunning, just crying for mercy, saying that he was forced to follow the bandits. Bai Lang also smiled, didn't say much, swung the Purple Gold Mace and smashed one of this person's hands. So this person immediately shouted that he was a Copper Mountain bandit, only begging for mercy, and was willing to say everything he knew one by one.

Bai Lang was too lazy to listen. Knowing that it was a Copper Mountain bandit, he also asked where this place was, "Shandong? This is Denglai in Shandong? It's September now... After knowing this, Bai Lang smashed the person's head with a mace, letting this corpse fall obliquely to the ground. He went to scoop up the dry food boiled in the jar on the fire to eat—the third pass of the Golden Bell Shield has been achieved, and he will not be scalded by boiling water for a while.

After eating, he touched the corpses. The clothes on these people were originally smelly—the petty thieves didn't have the habit of taking a bath and changing clothes every day, and Bai Lang moved too fiercely, so the clothes were also soaked in blood. There were probably no clothes that could be worn here. This made Bai Lang feel troubled, "Don't you want me to go to the city like this? There is no identity proof such as a waist card, and no clothes, ghosts will let me in."

Then he thought that these bandits had mules and horses, so he went to the back to see, and sure enough, there were seven mules and no horses. These bandits also had silver and jewelry on them, Bai Lang touched them—he only recognized silver, gold, and copper coins, but among them were quite a few silver hairpins of women, which showed that these people did a lot of evil, and their death was considered too cheap for them.

There were also bags on the mules, and there were some scattered silver and dry food in them, but there were really no change of clothes. Bai Lang cursed, collected the weapons of these dead ghosts, put them on the mules, and rode the mules along the road—going to Yanzhou, which was closer than Dengzhou and Laiyang. And those few heads that were still intact were chopped off by Bai Lang, hung on the mules, and walked away swaying.

The next day, Yanzhou City was in sight. There were still some people on this road, but these places built strongholds to protect themselves, and they didn't let Bai Lang approach at all—who would let a naked man approach? And this person was riding a mule, carrying six mules and hanging human heads, this kind of strange person should not be approached.

Yanzhou City Gate, Bai Lang had already dismounted from the mule in the distance, led the mule over, and shouted under the vigilant eyes of the guards, "Join the army! Come to join the army." Then he pulled out a mule, "This is the head of the Copper Mountain bandit, my name card!" The yamen servants, the strong class, and even the garrison in the city were also stunned. This person was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts, completely without body, but he came to shout to join the army, and what kind of name card he brought.

There were also several people coming to see, but they saw a good man, because Bai Lang's figure was considered a head taller at this time, and his skin was tender, which didn't look like a poor person. On the road, Bai Lang was also thinking about what kind of background he should make up, "Should I say I am a scholar? The Four Books and Five Classics are not very clear, and there is no waist card for scholars. This kind of thing will be exposed in a few words by an old scholar in the city. Then should I say I am a merchant from the south? This is also difficult. If they ask me what business I do? These double Purple Gold Maces can't be deceived... Business without capital? Just say I am a young master from a wealthy family in the southern countryside, who has liked dancing with guns and sticks since childhood, and came to the north to see it, but was stolen by thieves when taking a bath, so he killed people in anger... I don't know if I can cheat it."

When those people pointed at Bai Lang with guns and spears and asked him to go in—this was the treatment after verifying the head and confirming that it was really a bandit. After Bai Lang went in, there was also an official in green clothes who looked like an official asking him about his identity from a distance. Bai Lang said the excuse he thought of on the road...

Bai Lang only saw a half-smile on the other party's face, but then he coughed, "Since the strong man wants to join the army, why not go to Jinan City to find a future?" Bai Lang knew that the other party didn't believe a word of what he said. There was no way, so he had to say, "Let me buy a set of clothes to rest my feet, okay? Like this... it's really not a body."

Hearing Bai Lang speak in a scholarly manner, the official nodded, "That's fine, you guys take this strong man to buy clothes, no, no, you go, buy it and send it to the strong man, don't let the strong man go out without face. Strong man, please wait here, I will go and come back." After saying that, he walked away quickly.

Bai Lang was also a sensible person, "These mules and horses will be given to the government, and these weapons... let these brothers keep them for me." The yamen servants laughed, and walked over with the mules, but just after taking the Purple Gold Mace, they let go, "Mother! What is this! So heavy!" Almost smashed his feet, the Purple Gold Mace fell to the ground, and it was also dusty.

"Water-grinding Purple Gold Mace, weighing eighty-eight sixty-four pounds, is my weapon." Bai Lang looked at the Purple Gold Mace on the ground and said.

Silence.

The storyteller often said that the Cold-Eyed Saw of Lord Guan in the Three Kingdoms weighed eighty-two pounds, but the iron mace of this man in front of him was sixty-four pounds with one hand? Is this a rare fierce general in the world? The yamen servant moved the Purple Gold Mace on the ground with both hands, "Master, this iron mace is afraid that it really weighs sixty-four pounds!"

The official was also stunned for a while, then a thoughtful look appeared on his face, "You guys take this strong man Bai to buy clothes first, no, no, you go, buy it and send it to the strong man Bai, don't let the strong man Bai go out without face. Strong man Bai, please wait here, I will go and come back."