Chapter 42
A purple-gold mace as thick as a duck egg casually smashed down, smashing the head of the brave Qing soldier who had climbed the city wall to pieces, and even smashed it all the way to his belly button. The heavy armor and helmet on his body were of no use at all. The next moment, Bai Lang's purple-gold mace in his right hand swept across, and several Qing soldiers who followed behind and rushed to the top of the city wall were directly beaten into a pile from the chest. The pile of people was folded in half with their arms and chests as the base point.
Blood spurted out. "I'm sorry for wasting a head. You guys go chop it off." Bai Lang said to the soldiers, "I'll go kill a few more."
Outside the city, the chieftain Abatai and several Ezhen were riding horses to watch the battle. "The city has been broken." Seeing the Qing soldiers attacking the city walls, the Jurchen officers were not surprised or happy at all. They had seen this kind of scene many times. Generally, once the Qing soldiers attacked the city walls, it would only take a matter of time for the city gates to fall. The question was whether it would take an incense stick or a little longer. At this time, the Qing soldiers attacking other city gates also received good news. Almost all of them climbed to the top of the city walls with one blow. The city was broken in the blink of an eye.
However, the momentum of the army attacking the city wall was suddenly curbed, and the Ming army suddenly appeared on the city wall and shot arrows and threw stones. Abatai also said "Huh?", but he was not surprised. It was just that the Ming army had warriors or generals' servants counterattacking. Basically, they could be defeated with another wave, which was not surprising.
The Qing soldiers gathered again under the city walls, and shot the Ming soldiers on the top of the city walls with strong bows and heavy arrows. In just a blink of an eye, they suppressed the Ming army again. This time, the Qing soldiers did not use cannons to attack the city. It was just a city of Yanzhou, and they could break the city with just one drum. Moreover, the first wave of the attack on the city was not the Eight Banners Army of the Qing Dynasty.
However, a figure appeared on the top of the city wall, shielding his face with his arms - there was armor on his arms, which deflected the arrows one by one. Then the man jumped down from the top of the city wall and fell directly to the ground. There were no corpses of Qing soldiers under the city to use as a buffer - in fact, although the people in Yanzhou City resisted, their combat power was weak. Even if there were Qing soldiers killed and injured under the city, the corpses and wounded soldiers had already been carried back.
The Ming soldier stood up after landing, and he was not hurt at all after jumping down from the nearly two-meter-high wall. He seemed to sway his body left and right, and then he rushed towards the Qing army. All the generals laughed, "This guy is crazy, go and chop off his head! He is a real man if he can jump down." The white-armored soldiers had already prepared to climb the city wall, and now they just pushed forward a little and chopped off the head of the Ming soldier who rushed over alone.
Bai Lang held a 64-jin water-polished purple-gold mace in each hand. The 3-foot-6-inch purple-gold mace was as thick as a duck egg, and looked dark and inconspicuous. Bai Lang was still wearing chain mail with a battle robe on the outside, with an arm armor on each arm, and the only protective gear was an eight-petal iron helmet. Bai Lang crossed his two maces in front of his face and swung them to block the arrows shot at his face, and rushed towards the Qing army without stopping.
He didn't use his Qinggong skills, but the distance between the Qing soldiers and the formation was only about thirty steps, so he could reach them in just ten breaths. The heavy arrows shot by the Qing soldiers were also quite powerful, but they were useless on Bai Lang - the chain mail was given by the general , and the fine holes made it a good armor, and Bai Lang's body was protected by the Thirteen Taibao's Golden Bell Cover. Even if the arrows could penetrate the chain mail, they would not leave any marks on Bai Lang's body - the force was not that strong.
Bai Lang rushed over under the arrows, which surprised the Bayala white-armored soldiers. "This Ming soldier is really capable, he must be wearing double armor." The white-armored soldiers were also joking, and they were ready to kill the Ming soldier without any care. The ten-pound sword chopped down, but Bai Lang's purple gold mace in his left hand blocked it, and the sword flew out of his hand, and even the tiger's mouth was cracked and blood was dripping.
Bayala's hands were numb, and his entire arm seemed to have lost feeling. He was about to shout when an iron mace came down on him. "Oh, be careful not to smash the head..." The white-armored soldier even heard this sentence, and then his eyes went black. Even if he was wearing double armor, it was useless. He was hit from the shoulder to the waist. He was like a broken bag, with blood and internal organs spurting out.
The other Bayara raised his shield - these were experienced warriors, and they raised their shields at the first moment. However, Bai Lang poked forward with the purple gold mace in his left hand, and the shield shattered into pieces with a loud noise, along with a big hole in the arms of the white-armored soldier holding the shield and the chest behind him, and the spine behind him was directly knocked out.
Then, Bai Lang waved his two maces, and the Qing soldiers in the queue flew into the air one by one, all twisted and broken, and flew several meters before falling heavily to the ground. "Trash!" Bai Lang used his mace to smash and pick, and a human body weighing more than 200 kilograms was picked up and flew away like a wick. This kind of divine power was simply like a play script.
The Qing soldiers behind him, such as Jiala Ezhen, Niulu Ezhen, Gushan Ezhen, and Abatai, were all stunned. This Ming soldier actually charged into the battle formation alone, and not only did he charge in, but he also broke through the battle formation as easily as chopping melons and vegetables. These two weapons... looking at the way they smashed and killed, could it be that they were not just for show but real? Is there anyone in the world who can use such heavy weapons?
The spears and lances behind him stabbed at Bai Lang, but they were bent or broken by the purple gold mace, and the soldiers holding these weapons had their knuckles cracked and could not hold the weapons. Then Bai Lang jumped in and started killing. As for bows and arrows? After a white-armored soldier shot a heavy arrow at Bai Lang's face, but it slipped away, these Qing soldiers began to fall apart. "Invulnerable to swords and spears, invulnerable to swords and spears!" Someone shouted in panic, and the entire Qing army's siege array began to fall apart.
Beile Abatai felt bad, because this Ming general who looked like a peerless warrior was no longer a Ming soldier, but a fierce general from the Ming army who came out from nowhere, and was more fierce than Bayala's white-armored soldiers and was coming to kill him. "Cavalry, cavalry, use muskets!" Abatai was actually the only one among the old slave's sons who could fight. Although the situation was not good now, he could dispatch cavalry to charge and use muskets to fight - after all, even now, there were only more than 30 Qing soldiers who died at Bailang's hands.
There was no Ming army following behind Bai Lang. He was alone, so the Qing soldiers tried to shoot arrows and outflank him from behind, but no one dared to stop him from the front. Until the cavalry followed by the fire gun soldiers appeared in front of Bai Lang...
