Chapter 850: Chapter Forty-Four

The Great Ming's recording of military merit had always prioritized heads, and now, Jianlu heads were considered the most important military merit. Bai Lang killed like cutting grass alone on horseback, and thousands of eyes on and off the city saw it clearly. Such a peerless fierce general, embezzling his merit would not happen; sharing a little bit was very normal. And Bai Lang didn't care about this little bit anyway; he wasn't a Ming dynasty military officer, and his ability to lead troops was basically zero. For him, if he had his own troops, the only use would probably be to follow him and help him cut off heads.

After Bai Lang returned to the city, he also let the commander-in-chief and the Prefect write the battle report, while he himself looked for spoils on the Qing soldiers he had beaten to death and dragged back. He didn't care much about silver and property, and those soldiers who helped him drag the corpses wanted money more than their lives and had secretly touched the corpses; Bai Lang didn't care about this at all. He was looking for suitable armor; he wasn't very good at using things like bows and arrows, but the one-stone bow used by the white-armored soldiers was a soft bow in his eyes, anyway, he could break it with one pull.

Bai Lang knew very well how strong he was in this world. He was now savoring the feeling of his internal force operation and strength control when he was killing just now, "Only when killing people is the best opportunity to adjust." While Bai Lang was looking for spoils, he was also slightly using internal force to flick his muscles, feeling that his martial arts with the twin maces were indeed more rounded and comfortable.

A sixty-four-jin single-handed weapon wasn't non-existent, but that was a weapon used to exercise strength and hone skills, not a weapon used on the battlefield. And Bai Lang waving this thing on the battlefield was absolutely the number one fierce general with divine strength in the world—this point was clear even to the civil official Prefect Deng. "This..." The battle report written by Prefect Deng wasn't for the commander-in-chief to use for collusion, but just for him to see—the official conclusion was like this, and you soldiers shouldn't talk too much.

However, these few gentlemen still exclaimed, "Truly the E Lai of the present age, the bravery of the Overlord is probably nothing more than this." The commander-in-chief also nodded in agreement—actually, everyone was very satisfied. Defending the city was the first merit, and he also repelled the main force of the true Tartars, and cutting off a hundred heads was already considered a miraculous merit. For everyone present, regardless of civil or military, it was no problem for everyone to be promoted one or two levels, and maybe even an exceptional promotion was completely possible.

"Cutting off a hundred heads, since the beginning of the Eastern Barbarian affairs, how many such head-cutting merits have there been? Probably not even five fingers." The commander-in-chief also sighed, "This Warrior Bai, just based on this head-cutting merit, if calculated according to merit, could probably even be a Shoubei or Qianhu—one battle to change from a commoner to a fifth-rank official of the imperial court..." Everyone nodded, still needing to protect him well, don't let the tree that stands out in the forest be envied by others...

As for who would be envious? Ah... this should be there.

Bai Lang was also quite happy because he touched what he wanted—that was the fine cotton armor worn by the Tartars, and it was very complete and not stained by blood, and of course, there was also a set of iron armor that was very fitting, and it could be used after repairing. "If there could be a set of mountain-pattern armor, it would actually be the best, but unfortunately there isn't." Even if some people secretly touched the silver on the corpses, Bai Lang still collected about a hundred taels of silver, and as for other property, he didn't look down on it, so he distributed it all to those Ming soldiers who dared to go out of the city to pursue and helped him drag the corpses.

The Qing army was also very troubled now. Failing to achieve merit under Yanzhou City was a blow to their morale, especially encountering such a monster, and a bunch of Bayala and Gebuxian Chaoha soldiers died, which was what made the Qing army officers feel painful. No one was injured under Bai Lang's hands; they were all beaten to death, and even the corpses couldn't be snatched back... "Gentlemen, let's discuss how to deal with this warrior in the Ming army?" Even Abatai had to summon the generals to discuss.

Because as long as they had a normal military mind, they could think of a problem—what if this Bai Lang wore double armor, brought multiple horses, and followed behind them to launch a night raid? There were no warriors in the Qing army who could block such a fierce general head-on. If they were trampled by this person, it would definitely be a nightmare. The result of the discussion was also to send scouts far away, and once they met this person, they would report back immediately, and they also estimated that the Yanzhou City would probably not let such a fierce general leave at will.

Discussing to the end, the result returned to discussing Bai Lang's bravery, "This kind of fierce general uses twin maces at least as thick as a duck egg, and swinging this tens-of-jin iron rod with one hand to charge the formation, probably even Oboi couldn't do it... and there's this hard-body kung fu, invulnerable to blades and spears, it must be hard-body kung fu!" Bai Lang actually guessed wrong; there were martial arts and internal force in this world, but there were few who had achieved success—he hadn't met any in the Ming army he encountered now.

But that was only Yanzhou City; there should be such martial arts masters in other places. Bai Lang could be said to be the divine strength brought by practicing martial arts in that world, and perhaps martial arts experts in this world could also be like this—but he hadn't seen it on the battlefield.

Now that Shandong was invaded by the Qing soldiers, it was probably difficult to submit the merit-reporting document under the chaos, so they had to wait, wait for the situation to become clearer, at least figure out the Qing soldiers' movements. Bai Lang directly requested to go, "I am willing to go, to scout the movements of the Tartars, and I don't need many, just three or five people willing to go with me is fine. If the movements of the Tartars are scouted, they can definitely come back to report." However, the officials in the city felt it was inappropriate—it was better to keep such a fierce general by their side, what if he went out and the Qing soldiers made a comeback?

Although the imperial court's reward hadn't come down yet, Prefect Deng and the others in the city had already recommended Bai Lang to be a Qianzong, and even allocated a few Baihu to him. And before Bai Lang could say whether there was any mountain-pattern armor in the city, Prefect Deng and the commander-in-chief had already gone to the armory to find one—rarely, it didn't need to be bribed first. It was also a coincidence that there was indeed a set of mountain-pattern armor here, but it had been a long time and needed repair, so they immediately let the military craftsmen repair it. The wealthy families and prominent families in the city also scrambled to retain Bai Lang, and even wanted to invite him to dinner...

"I calculated it casually, if I agreed to everyone, I'm afraid I would have someone covering my three meals a day within a month, and I'm afraid I would have collected five or six delicate little ladies." Bai Lang laughed, but inviting to dinner was no problem, but little ladies should be forgotten. Although it wasn't said that this Golden Bell Shield must practice virgin kung fu, Bai Lang's real age was only seventeen, and he also felt that it wasn't the age to start eating meat.

And these little ladies actually didn't suit his taste—the aesthetics of the time were to be petite, flat-chested, and thin, but Bai Lang felt that it was better to have a bigger chest and butt, and being short was meaningless... ===== CHAPTER 851 =====