Chapter 849: Chapter Forty-Three

"Firelocks?" Bai Lang was also in a dilemma. He hadn't thought about rushing the firelock soldier formation; the key was that at close range, firelocks might really be able to break his defense—although he hadn't tried it, Bai Lang didn't want to try. But there was a problem, and that was distance. According to Bai Lang's estimation of himself, within seventy paces he might not be able to block lead bullets, and after entering fifty paces he definitely wouldn't be able to block them, but if it was a hundred paces, there shouldn't be any problem—but at that distance, basically nothing could be hit either.

However, Bai Lang's footsteps didn't stop, because he was now within seventy paces, and the opposite side really couldn't wait to open fire—don't talk about how Qing soldiers liked to send troops to lure Ming army firearms to open fire when fighting the Ming army, and then shoot the guns in their hands from beyond a hundred paces and then be in chaos and be swept away by the Qing soldiers in one wave; it was the same for the Manchu Qing's own firelock soldiers, just a little better. Opening fire at a distance of seventy paces, these hundred or so firelock soldiers didn't hit anything, which was a pity for Bai Lang who was half-squatting and using the purple-gold mace to protect his body.

Then Bai Lang was overjoyed and directly took large strides to rush toward the firelock soldiers. At this time, the firelock soldiers were already in a mess and started to run. The Niulu soldiers who were holding the line waved their knives to threaten, but it was useless because even they themselves wanted to run. In front of them was the human-shaped fierce weapon from the storytelling, and it was the kind that was invulnerable to blades and spears; who would think their life was too long to block it? So the cavalry went out to battle. This was the Gebuxian Chaoha, the elite Eight Banners cavalry with heavy armor on horseback; the man and horse weighed over a thousand jin, stepping on the earth and rushing toward Bai Lang.

These people could also be considered smart, three riders in a wave, divided into several waves to launch a charge. And Bai Lang also rushed toward the cavalry charge, and the distance between the two sides quickly closed.

At this time, there were also Ming soldiers on the city wall watching the battle. Bai Lang's charge dispersed the Qing soldiers under the city, and these Ming soldiers quickly restored the battle line, and the commander-in-chief saw Bai Lang's bravery from the city tower. Basically, everyone was speechless; this kind of bravery shouldn't have appeared in the human world, it was more common in storytelling books. "Quick! Quick! Go to other city gates to reinforce! Other gates are about to be broken." At this time, other city gates had also reported danger one after another.

Although Bai Lang had the bravery of a tiger, how could one person defend a city? Even if he had such divine strength, plus the Golden Bell Shield being invulnerable to blades and spears, he would eventually get hurt—this divine strength wasn't exaggerated too much; if there were dozens of people holding grappling hooks and flying claws to trap him, this Bai Lang probably wouldn't be able to handle it. However, now rushing toward the cavalry charge, this purple-gold mace in his left hand swung, and the long spear of that Gebuxian Chaoha soldier was immediately swung away, and before the soldier could draw his long saber, he was directly met with the purple-gold mace in Bai Lang's right hand smashing down at his head.

Man and horse were both shattered.

The cavalry weighing over a thousand jin was forcibly stopped along with the horse, and the horse's head and the human body behind were almost all smashed to pieces. Bai Lang stepped aside, and the purple-gold mace in his left hand stabbed out, immediately stabbing the cavalryman on the right side of the cavalryman who was smashed to death onto the purple-gold mace. The mace head was originally like an armor-piercing awl, and the four edges formed a slightly sharp awl head; usually, it couldn't even pierce a hand, but under divine strength, even if this Gebuxian Chaoha was wearing double armor, it was easily pierced through.

The cavalryman spraying blood was thrown to the ground, basically struggling on the verge of death. The cavalryman on the other side didn't hit anything and of course wasn't hit by Bai Lang, directly rushing past. And in front of Bai Lang, there was still a horse and a shattered person riding on the horse; the cavalry's charge trampling to this point probably had to go around. So the second wave of cavalry was also smashed off their horses; in one go, two more people were killed. The third wave stopped the charge, but shot heavy arrows on horseback—of course, two were shot away, and the remaining one was also knocked down by Bai Lang waving the purple-gold mace.

Bai Lang continued to break through, directly rushing toward the several Qing army generals on horseback. The guards couldn't block him at all; those who stood in his way were just sending their heads.

However, it seemed that someone had finally come up with a way; dozens of people holding grappling hooks and flying claws and fishing nets rushed over, just to trap Bai Lang. When Bai Lang saw this, he turned and left, and no one dared to chase him. A cavalryman with flying claws and grappling hooks came over, but just as he flew over, he was grabbed by Bai Lang and then dragged; not to mention the person falling off, even the horse fell down, so he caught up and smashed with a mace, the person was beaten into a pulp and even sent Bai Lang a horse.

"It's a pity about the head, and if I charge alone on horseback... well, let's charge." This guy controlled the horse with his legs—martial arts practiced to his level was just this good; he could control his own body freely, and on horseback, he could also sense the ups and downs of the horse's back to adjust his body. Waving the twin iron maces, Bai Lang began to charge the formation. This time, he directly shook the Qing soldiers' formation. Bai Lang's martial arts were skilled, his eyesight and reaction were both extraordinary, directly leaning down to block the arrows shot at the horse's body with the twin maces, urging the warhorse to directly crash into the military formation.

Where the purple-gold maces blocked, the long spears stabbing at the horse's body flew up and broke one after another, and then it was harvesting lives; the people were beaten away by Bai Lang like lamp grass. "Retreat!" With this order, a long horn sound rang out, and the Qing soldiers began to withdraw from Yanzhou quickly, and in front of Bai Lang, no one dared to come over to snatch back the corpses.

After the Qing soldiers in front withdrew, Bai Lang drove the horse to other city gates, and also killed quite a few Qing soldiers, making the Qing soldiers suffer losses here and gain almost nothing. Later, some Ming soldiers also went out of the city to pursue, but in the end, there were not many results.

Except for the main city gate of Yanzhou, the other city gates were all broken, and the Qing soldiers also set fire to many places in the city. If it weren't for the horn sounding to retreat, maybe the city would have really been broken. Even so, thousands of commoners died in the city, and the Ming army also lost more than a thousand people, and the defending generals at several city gates all died in battle. However, the Prince Lu's mansion was safe and sound, and Prefect Deng didn't die in battle. Bai Lang killed probably more than a hundred Qing soldiers, a true one-man, one-horse hundred-man slayer.

He captured three cannons abandoned by the Qing soldiers, dozens of sets of armor, and several warhorses and ten or so mules and horses, as well as some property left behind by the Qing soldiers. The most critical thing was that he cut off seventy-three identifiable heads on the battlefield, among which quite a few were true barbarians and of the Bayala class. When Bai Lang entered the city again, the soldiers and civilians in the city looked at him as if he were a god; such a fierce general was truly rare in the world.

This Bai Lang dismounted and bowed to the commander-in-chief, "Fortunately, I did not fail the mission. I killed dozens of Jianlu, and thanks to the planning and fighting of all the gentlemen, this Yanzhou City is preserved." In his words, Bai Lang directly pushed the matter of writing the battle report to the commander-in-chief and the Prefect to communicate. Who would ignore his battle merits? Such a fierce man, even in history books, how many are there? Probably in the Han, Tang, Northern and Southern Dynasties...

The Ming army's merit recording for Jianlu heads was very high at this time. Although Bai Lang wasn't very clear, he knew that he would probably be able to get an official position. "Maybe I can become a Qianhu? Maybe a guerrilla general or a Canjiang is also possible." ===== CHAPTER 850 =====