Chapter 848: Chapter Forty-Two

A purple-gold mace as thick as a duck egg was smashed down just like that, directly smashing the head of this first-climbing warrior among the Qing soldiers into a pulp, and it smashed all the way down to his navel; the heavy armor and helmet on his body were of no use at all. And the next moment, the purple-gold mace in Bai Lang's right hand swept across, and several Qing soldiers who followed him onto the city wall were directly beaten into a stack from the chest; the stack of people were all folded in half with their arms and chests as the base point.

Fresh blood sprayed wildly, "Sorry for wasting a head, you few go and cut them." Bai Lang said to those few soldiers, "I'll go kill a few more."

Outside the city, the slave chieftain Abatai and several Ezhen were riding on horses watching the battle, "The city is broken." Watching the Qing soldiers attack the city wall, the several Jurchen officers were not surprised at all and didn't have much joy—they had seen this kind of scene many times; for such a Ming city defending to the death, once the Qing soldiers climbed the city wall, the loss of the city gate was just a matter of time; the question was whether it was the time of one incense stick or longer. And at this time, the Qing soldiers attacking other city gates also sent good news; almost all of them climbed the city wall in one go, and the breaking of this city was just a matter of a blink of an eye.

However, the military force that climbed the city wall was suddenly contained; instead, the Ming army suddenly appeared on the city wall shooting arrows and throwing stones downwards. Abatai also made an "Hmm?" sound, but he wasn't surprised; it was just that the Ming army had warriors or a general's retainers counterattacking; basically, another wave would be enough to crush them, it wasn't strange.

The Qing soldiers below the city gathered again, using strong bows and heavy arrows to shoot the Ming soldiers on the city wall, and in just a blink of an eye, they suppressed the Ming army again—this time attacking the city, the Qing soldiers didn't use cannons; it was just a mere Yanzhou City, it could be broken in one go. And the first wave of Qing soldiers attacking the city wasn't the Eight Banners army of the Manchu clan itself.

However, a figure appeared on the city wall, using his arm to cover his face—there was armor on his arm, deflecting the arrows one by one. Afterwards, this person jumped down from the city wall and directly hit the ground with a thud. There were no Qing soldier corpses under the city to use for cushioning—it was really because although there was resistance in Yanzhou City, the combat power was weak; even if there were Qing soldiers killed under the city, the corpses and wounded soldiers had already been carried back.

This Ming soldier stood up after landing, jumping down from a city wall that was almost two zhang high without any harm, and it looked like after shaking his body left and right, he even killed his way toward the main force of the Qing soldiers. The generals all laughed, "This person has lost his mind, go and cut off his head! Being able to jump down can be considered a man." The white-armored soldiers had long been prepared to climb the city, and now they were just pushing forward a bit, and by the way, cutting off the head of the Ming soldier who rushed over alone.

Bai Lang held a sixty-four-jin water-polished purple-gold mace in each hand; the three-foot-six-inch purple-gold maces were as thick as duck eggs and looked dark and heavy, not eye-catching. And Bai Lang was still wearing mail armor with a battle robe over it, and there was arm armor on both arms; the only other protective gear was an eight-petal iron helmet. Bai Lang crossed the twin maces in front of his face to block the arrows shot at his face, his footsteps not stopping at all as he rushed toward the Qing soldier formation.

He didn't use lightness skills, but the distance to the Qing soldier formation was only about thirty paces, and it would take only ten or so breaths to reach it. And the heavy arrows shot by those Qing soldiers were quite powerful, but they were of no use on Bai Lang—the mail armor was bestowed by the commander-in-chief and had fine holes, which was considered good armor, and Bai Lang's flesh inside had the protection of the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield power, so even if the arrows could pierce the mail armor, they couldn't leave a mark on Bai Lang's flesh—the force wasn't that strong.

Just like that, Bai Lang rushed over while enduring the arrows, which actually surprised those few Bayala white-armored soldiers, "This Ming person really has some ability, he must be wearing double armor." These few white-armored soldiers were also joking, preparing to go up and kill this Ming soldier without a care. The ten-plus-jin large saber slashed down at his face, but the purple-gold mace in Bai Lang's left hand blocked it, and immediately the large saber flew out of his hand, and even the web between his thumb and index finger was shaken and cracked, dripping with blood.

That Bayala's hand was numb, and his whole arm felt like it had lost feeling; he was just about to shout, but a mace smashed down at his face. "Oh, be careful not to smash the head..." This white-armored soldier even heard such a sentence, and then his vision went black; even if he was really wearing double armor, it was useless; he was smashed down from the shoulder, all the way to the waist, and the whole person was like a broken bag, blood and visceral fragments spraying out.

Another Bayara raised his shield—these were veterans of many battles who raised their shields at the first opportunity, but Bai Lang thrust his Purple Gold Halberd forward with his left hand, and the shield shattered into pieces with a crash. The thrust continued, punching a large hole through the arms of the armored soldier holding the shield and the chest behind it, even smashing the spine out through his back.

And afterwards, Bai Lang danced the twin maces, and only saw Qing soldiers in the formation flying into the air one by one, all twisted and broken, and after flying several meters, they smashed heavily onto the ground. "Small fry!" Bai Lang smashed and picked with his single-handed mace, and the two-hundred-jin human bodies were picked up like lamp grass; this divine strength was simply like a performance script.

The Qing soldier Jiala Ezhen, Niulu Ezhen, and Gushan Ezhen behind, as well as Abatai, were all stunned. This Ming soldier actually killed his way into the formation alone, and not only did he kill his way in, but he also broke through the formation like cutting melons and vegetables; this twin weapon... looking at that smashing and killing style, could it be that it wasn't for show but real? Was there really someone in this world who could use such heavy weapons?

The long spears and sabers behind stabbed at Bai Lang, but after being smashed by the purple-gold mace, they bent or broke very simply, and the soldiers holding such weapons also had their thumbs and index fingers shaken and cracked, unable to hold their weapons, and what followed was Bai Lang leaping in and starting a massacre. As for the bows and arrows? After one of the white-armored soldiers shot a heavy arrow at Bai Lang's face, but it just slid off, these Qing soldiers began to fall apart. "Invulnerable to blades and spears, invulnerable to blades and spears!" Someone shouted in panic, and the entire Qing soldier formation attacking the city began to scatter.

Beile Abatai also felt that it was not good, because this Ming general, who looked like a peerless fierce general—now he was no longer a Ming soldier's retainer, he was definitely a fierce Ming general who had crawled out from somewhere, a fierce general even fiercer than the Bayala white-armored soldiers, was killing his way toward him. "Cavalry, cavalry go up, use firelocks to shoot!" This Abatai was actually the one among the old slave's sons who could fight; now although it was not good, he could mobilize the cavalry to charge and use firelocks to shoot—after all, even up to now, the Qing soldiers who died in Bai Lang's hands were actually only thirty or so.

There was no Ming army following behind Bai Lang; he had killed his way in alone, so behind him, there were Qing soldiers trying to shoot arrows and outflank him, but in front of him, there was really no one who dared to block him. Until firelock soldiers and the following cavalry appeared in front of Bai Lang... ===== CHAPTER 849 =====