Chapter 40
Blood spurted out from the necks of the two dead men. The two thieves holding bows and muskets were already petrified, especially when Bai Lang threw the head with the spine at them. The guy with the bow pulled the bowstring several times, and the long arrow could not be put on the bowstring, which should have been a very smooth and fluent action. And the guy with the musket was shaking uncontrollably...
The one holding the bow shouted, dropped his bow and turned to run, while the one holding the musket closed his eyes and fired a shot, then dropped his musket and ran away. The fierce man in front of them was so scary that they even thought they saw a tiger. But "Can he run away?" Bai Lang stepped over and kicked the guy who had lost his musket. He stretched out his arms and grabbed the head of the old thief who had lost his bow and arrow. However, he did not use any force, but when his claws closed, the man's scalp had already been broken, and blood flowed down his cheeks.
Bai Lang dragged the man to where the three people were sitting by the fire and eating, and kicked the body aside casually - one of them was still alive, even though the purple gold mace smashed him in two, it would take a while for him to die. "I ask you a question, who are you?" Bai Lang asked after he kicked the old thief's legs and made him collapse on the ground.
At the same time, Bai Lang washed his hands with water from a clay pot on the side, and also washed off the brains, blood, and other things on the purple gold mace. The thief was also cunning, and he just cried for mercy, saying that he was forced to follow the thief. Bai Lang also smiled, and without saying much, he swung the purple gold mace and smashed one of the man's hands. So the man immediately shouted that he was a Tongshan thief, and only begged for mercy, and was willing to tell everything he knew.
Bai Lang was too lazy to listen. After knowing that it was the Tongshan bandits, he also asked where this place was. "Shandong? This is Shandong Denglai? It's September now..." After knowing this, Bai Lang smashed the man's head with a mace, and let the body fall diagonally on the ground. He ate the dry food cooked in the earthenware pot on the fire - the third level of the Golden Bell Cover was completed, and he really wouldn't be burned by ordinary boiling water for a while.
After eating, they touched the corpses. The clothes on these people were smelly. Thieves don't have the habit of taking a bath and changing clothes every day. Moreover, Bai Lang was so brutal that his clothes were soaked with blood. I'm afraid there is no clothes here that can be worn. Bai Lang was in a dilemma. "I can't just go to the city like this? I don't have any identity documents such as a waist badge or anything, and I don't have any clothes. No one will let me in."
Then he thought that this gang of thieves had mules and horses, so he went to the back and saw that, as expected, there were seven mules but no horses. The thieves also had silver and valuables on them, and Bai Lang felt them - he only recognized silver, gold and copper coins, but there were quite a few silver hairpins for women, which showed that these people had done so many evil things that their death was too easy for them.
There were some loose silver and dry food on the mule, but no change of clothes. Bai Lang cursed, collected all the weapons of the dead ghosts, put them on the mule, and rode the mule along the road - to Yanzhou, which was closer than Dengzhou and Laiyang. The heads of the few that were still intact were chopped off by Bai Lang, hung on the mule, and walked away swayingly.
On the second day, Yanzhou City was already in sight. There were still some people on the road, but these places built camps to protect themselves and did not allow Bai Lang to get close. Who would let a naked man get close? Moreover, this man was riding a mule, with six mules and a human head hanging on it. It was better not to get close to such a weirdo.
At the gate of Yanzhou, Bai Lang had already dismounted his mule from a distance and led it over. Under the vigilant eyes of the guards, Bai Lang shouted, "Join the army! Join the army." Then he pulled out a mule, "This is the head of the Tongshan bandit, a letter of surrender from someone else!" The yamen runners, the strong squad, and even the guards in the city were all stunned. This man was wearing only a pair of trousers, totally unbecoming, yet he came to shout to join the army, and even brought a letter of surrender.
Several people came to see him, and saw a big man. Bai Lang was taller than others at that time, and he looked delicate and tender, so he didn't come from a poor family. On the way, Bai Lang was thinking about where he should make up a story about his origin. "Should I say I'm a scholar? I don't know much about the Four Books and Five Classics, and I don't have a scholar's badge. If an old scholar from the city says something like this, it will be exposed immediately. How about saying I'm a businessman from the south? This is also difficult. What if they ask me what business I do? This pair of purple gold maces can't fool people... It's a business with no capital, right? I might as well say I'm the young master of a rich family in the countryside in the south. I like to wield guns and sticks since I was a child. I came to the north to see the world, but when I was taking a bath, a thief stole my clothes, so I killed someone in anger... I don't know if I can fool them."
When those men pointed their spears at Bai Lang and asked him to go in - this was the treatment they gave him after they had examined his head and confirmed that he was indeed a thief. After Bai Lang went in, a man in green clothes who looked like an official asked him about his identity from a distance. Bai Lang used the excuse he had thought of on the way...
Bai Lang only saw a half-smile on the other person's face, but then he coughed, "Since you have joined the army, why don't you go to Jinan City to find a future?" Bai Lang knew that the other person probably didn't believe a word he said to him, so he had no choice but to say, "Can you buy me some clothes and take a rest? This... is really not decent."
Hearing Bai Lang's elegant words, the official nodded and said, "That's fine. You guys take this warrior to buy clothes."
Bai Lang was also a sensible man. "These mules and horses will be sent to the government, and these weapons... can be kept by these brothers of mine." The yamen runners laughed and walked away leading the mules. However, as soon as they grabbed the purple gold mace, it slipped out of their hands. "Oh my god! What is this! It's so heavy!" They almost dropped their feet, and the purple gold mace fell to the ground, raising dust.
"The water-ground purple gold mace weighs 8,864 kilograms. It is my weapon." Bai Lang said, looking at the purple gold mace on the ground.
There was complete silence.
The storyteller often said that the cold saw of Guan Yu in the Three Kingdoms weighed 82 jin, but the iron mace in front of him weighed 64 jin with one hand? Could he be a rare warrior in the world? The yamen runner used both hands to move the purple gold mace on the ground, "Master, this iron mace must really weigh 64 jin!"
The official was also silent for a while, then a thoughtful look appeared on his face, "You guys take this white warrior to buy clothes first. No, no, you go and buy them and give them to the white warrior. Don't let the white warrior lose face when he goes out. White warrior, please wait here for a while, I'll be back later." After saying that, he left quickly.
