Chapter 851: Chapter Forty-Five

These people couldn't stop Bai Lang in the end, and still let him take ten or so people on horseback and go out. This time Bai Lang was wearing double armor, wearing mail armor inside and mountain-pattern armor outside, and there were packhorses carrying cotton armor and mail armor for backup. Led by the original retainer night-scouts, he followed the traces of the Qing soldiers. "You don't need to charge either, just follow behind me and cut off heads." Bai Lang's arrogant and domineering words actually stirred up the fanatical morale of these people.

Anyone would want to charge behind a peerless fierce general, and this peerless fierce general almost didn't need others to protect his surroundings and back. Such a person was probably only comparable to the Overlord Xiang Yu in storytelling—Xiang Yu also scattered the Han army with twenty-eight riders without any losses himself. Bai Lang rode on a horse, a specially selected large horse carrying this guy, while the twin iron maces were placed on another horse—otherwise, the horse wouldn't be able to bear it; the longer the distance, the less it could bear. A hundred-plus jin was almost equal to an ordinary soldier without armor.

The Great Ming now didn't have the cold-blooded heavy horses of Europe. Carrying two people for a long journey would definitely be unbearable, and Bai Lang was tall and big, just his own weight plus the armor he was wearing, probably weighing two hundred forty or fifty jin. The warhorse under his crotch being able to carry him was already very powerful—this was also a good horse, the commander-in-chief said it was a horse breed from the Northwest, a head taller than the common Mongolian horses in the army. But to Bai Lang, he had seen those European heavy horses, and the horse in front of him was just so-so.

The fewer the people, the faster the march. Even though Bai Lang set off two days later than the Qing soldiers, he still caught up with the Qing soldiers within a day. It was just that what he bumped into were the Qing soldiers' scouts, scouts released far away covering the rear of the Qing soldiers. As Bai Lang looked over, there were three riders. After they saw Bai Lang and the others from afar, they turned their horses and left, without any sign of charging over to fight as they would have seen Ming army scouts in the past.

"Do they recognize me?" Bai Lang also chuckled. Such a large man, the opposite side could certainly see him. Regardless of whether it was Bai Lang, anyway, going back to report was correct—if it wasn't Bai Lang, then it was just not killing the Ming army scouts, if it was Bai Lang and they didn't go back to report, even if they went back alive, they would be beheaded by military law. The Qing soldiers also didn't want to be raided by Bai Lang. If this guy killed his way in, they generally really couldn't block him.

Sure enough, when Bai Lang led his subordinates to see the Qing soldier camp, the other side was already ready for battle, "Huo, grappling hooks and fishing nets... plus strong bows and heavy arrows, they are really well prepared. But how can you plunder like this? As for me, I'll just wear you out!" Bai Lang urged the horse to wander a hundred zhang away, and for a moment, he gave up the idea of trampling the camp. He did this, and the Qing soldiers were also very troubled. Not to mention breaking camp to march and fight, just collecting firewood and drinking water and eating in the camp was very troublesome.

A team of soldiers went out and was killed by this Bai Lang in the time it took to drink a cup of tea, and mobilizing a thousand people to surround and kill—it was a waste of effort and might not be able to keep this person, and if he ran, it was basically impossible to chase. This was the use of a peerless fierce general, guarding outside the enemy camp, just like an iron chain across the river, making the enemy unable to go up or down, like a fishbone in the throat. The matter of sweeping Shandong and plundering slaves couldn't be done. Not to mention anything else, at the beginning of the city attack, this Bai Lang started to charge the formation, and it was basically impossible to take the slaves away.

Actually, taking advantage of the current morale and organization, retreating out of Shandong was the real thing, and waiting until they brought a peerless fierce general to find this place back... However, swinging twin iron maces weighing tens of jin freely, such a fierce general was indeed rare. Thinking left and right, in the Eight Banners, they might really not be able to find such a warrior. Even the number one warrior of the Eight Banners with the title of Baturu, Oboi, probably wasn't that powerful... This guy only used a heavy iron sword of twenty-plus jin and wore triple armor to charge the formation...

However, it seemed not entirely so. Abatai had also seen the imperial guards around Hong Taiji, and among them were martial arts masters holding an eighty-one-jin single-legged copper man. It was just that these martial arts masters were good at fighting but not at military affairs, and they were Han people, so they wouldn't become Eight Banners Baturu. However, in front of him, it was probably necessary for several Zhangjing and Fen De Bo Shi Ku to take the white-armored soldiers and Gebuxian Chaoha to try to see if they could take down or expel this Han fierce general.

Now it seemed that this Han warrior had promoted himself by cutting off the heads of the Jurchen people. At least the mountain-pattern armor of the general on his body was shining and definitely a good thing. Now this Han fierce general was empty-handed, and the twin iron maces were on other horses—those Ming army cavalrymen following him obviously showed fear after seeing the Qing soldier camp, at least letting this fierce general stand out alone at the very front.

Bai Lang sized up the camp in front of him, "Hmm? Is this going to come out of the camp to fight me?" Riding on the horse, Bai Lang slightly bowed and looked forward, "Get my maces." He said. A horn sounded, the Qing soldier camp gate opened wide, and a team of soldiers poured out from it. "Huo, this must be the elite white-armored soldiers." What Bai Lang saw were infantry wearing triple armor and holding large shields and heavy arrows, as well as heavy cavalry with both man and horse wearing armor. These people also had grappling hooks and lassos in their hands.

If so, could these people really block his attack? But if they took the initiative to charge, Bai Lang also had to see. Now the other side was well prepared, maybe rushing over would really only kill a few people and then be trapped—for whether he could escape once trapped, Bai Lang really didn't have much confidence. To be honest, he really didn't have the experience of being trapped in a military formation, but lightness skills should be able to let him run out.

Now it was better to keep a distance. If he couldn't use killing to hone his martial arts, then he should do something for his country and nation—although Bai Lang thought he was a citizen of the Republic, the Great Ming was better to look at than the Tartars and was orthodox. He opened the distance, and the other side also wanted to try to charge, "You few go first, I might not be able to take care of you then." Bai Lang's internal force flowed, and the purple-gold maces made a low buzzing sound due to the agitation of internal force.

The Golden Bell Shield slowly took shape, but now the naked eye couldn't see it, and the power hadn't reached that step yet. Bai Lang also couldn't protect the warhorse under his crotch. He slowly urged the warhorse, preparing to fight. First facing Bai Lang was not the cavalry, but the infantry wearing heavy armor. They drew their bows and arrows, aiming at Bai Lang's warhorse. Bai Lang dismounted and used the purple-gold maces to block those arrows, "Take my horse away first, it's okay, I have a way. You go first."

Bai Lang looked at the formation in front of him, and also showed a trace of a smile, "Looking at the pitch-black hole in front, it must be the thief's lair. Wait for me to rush forward and kill them all cleanly. Hehehehehe." This Bai Lang hit the twin maces together, and after making a sound, he strode toward the enemy army. ===== CHAPTER 852 =====