Chapter 46
The first thing that greeted Bai Lang was the strong bows and heavy swords of the white-armored soldiers. These veteran soldiers with excellent combat skills used direct shooting instead of projectiles to attack Bai Lang - he was alone, so he couldn't expect any projectiles or multiple rounds of shooting. He could just shoot one round of direct shooting at a distance of fifty steps. And depending on the situation, he should be able to shoot another round. At thirty steps, the white-armored soldiers were still very confident in their strong bows and armor-piercing arrows - and they could aim at the face.
Bai Lang waved his water-polished purple gold mace , directly deflecting the heavy arrows. Each of these arrows could easily penetrate a person, even someone wearing ordinary chain mail or cotton armor. Bai Lang quickened his pace. His Golden Bell Cover should be able to block the arrows that penetrated the armor, after all, he was wearing mountain-patterned armor and chain mail. Bai Lang gradually began to use his Qinggong skills, and his sprint speed was not much slower than that of the armored heavy cavalry. Abatai and others who were watching the battle were no longer surprised - such a brave warrior had great skills, and it was normal for him to run fast in heavy armor.
But they still felt bitter. The loss was definitely not small. If they could keep this person, it would be fine. If not... it would be a real loss. They had to find another way. At this moment, the second round of direct shooting had already been fired. The impact made Bai Lang tremble slightly when he blocked it. The purple gold mace weighed 64 kilograms. When these white-armored soldiers in front of them were training their martial arts on weekdays, they still had stone-locked broadswords of similar weight. Therefore, the heavy arrows they shot with all their strength now had a terrifying power.
Basically, if a Ming soldier was hit by an arrow, it was very likely that his helmet would be pierced, but Bai Lang still slapped the arrows, at least all the arrows shot at his face were knocked away. As for his body, it was difficult to block all the arrows, and a few arrows still hit him. The arrow broke through the mountain pattern armor, passed through the chain mail, and actually pierced Bai Lang's flesh a few points, but not much blood flowed out at all, but the pain still aroused Bai Lang's murderous intent, he roared and increased his speed again.
Wielding his double maces, Bai Lang crashed head-on into the tiger spear shield that had been set up. Swinging his maces across, the tiger spears were broken or bent at the joints. The white-armored soldiers holding the spears let go in time, otherwise their knuckles would be broken. The white-armored soldiers holding shields with both hands rushed forward, shrinking their bodies behind the shields, trying to squeeze Bai Lang's space. At this time, Ge Buxian Chaoha behind him began to prepare to throw hooks and lassos, trying to trap this Ming warrior, and then drag him to death with the horsepower of multiple horses.
Bai Lang roared and retreated violently, using his thighs to push his shoulders and back to hit the shield behind him. The power of the golden bell ignored the protruding spikes on the shield and knocked the soldier holding the shield away with great force. The elite soldiers who formed a military formation could really withstand a fierce man like Bai Lang, at least in the first few rounds. But if Bai Lang used the speed of his feet to force this clumsy formation to start turning, then the flaw would appear.
The head of the water-polished purple-gold mace was a not-so-sharp four-sided armor-piercing cone. With Bai Lang's powerful thrusts, it quickly broke a large shield, but he was ultimately too late to kill the white-armored soldier because other shield soldiers and soldiers who had picked up their weapons also surrounded him. Bai Lang had already dodged several of them. Although they were in a very awkward situation, these Bayalas had persisted until now.
"It's time to use my real skills!" Bai Lang also made up his mind. He took a long breath, accelerated the circulation of his internal energy, took a big step, flew into the air and stepped heavily on the shield in front of him. This step used the force of shock. The force on the shield was directly transmitted to Bayala's arms. This shock force directly broke his arm bones, and at the same time made the shield continue to press backwards, with a sound of "clacking". The shield, with the broken arms behind it, directly embedded into the chest and abdomen of the white-armored soldier.
At that time, blood and internal organs gushed out, and the whole person fell backwards and was about to die. Bai Lang took the opportunity to use both maces and smashed down directly. The second shield soldier's shield was directly smashed and had huge dents and cracks - this was a heavy shield covered with iron sheets, and it weighed dozens of kilograms. Now it was basically scrapped after being smashed . Then Bai Lang quickly swung the purple gold mace in his right hand again, and smashed the soldier in front of him to death with a mace.
Bai Lang flipped his wrist, thrust his double maces behind his back, and threw himself into the chaotic crowd, bringing up a fishy wind. These elite soldiers who had trained in military formations and martial arts between the white mountains and black waters were very familiar with this fishy wind, which was the breath of a tiger, as if a living insect had suddenly jumped into their crowd. Bai Lang's movements became extremely swift but extremely powerful, and when his figure flashed, he looked like a real tiger.
The power of the double tiger claws was probably not inferior to the purple gold mace. He changed his claws into fists, and the man staggered and lost his position as soon as his left claw grabbed the tiger spear in his hand. Bai Lang grabbed the tip of the tiger spear and pulled it, but the sharp spear blade couldn't cut the man's hand. The next second, a fist blasted out, directly hitting the soldier's chest, and the chest collapsed immediately, and the back simply bulged - if it weren't for the double armor of chain mail and cotton armor, the man's back bones and internal organs would have been completely blown out.
Bai Lang paused, and as he stretched his body, he was already in front of Ge Buxian Chaoha behind him. The armored warriors quickly threw out the hooks and lassoes in their hands, and Bai Lang grabbed several hooks and lassoes in his hands with his claws in the air. Then he exhaled and made a sound, which was not like a tiger's roar but like a bell. With the help of this sound, Bai Lang retracted his arms and immediately pulled those people and horses towards him.
Bai Lang pushed and lifted, using the force of the pull and reaction to jump high. He retracted his arms again and somersaulted into a ball in the air. When he stretched out again, he used the momentum to do a roundhouse kick. The armored soldier on the horse was not so fast and only had time to block with the heavy sword in his hand. However, Bai Lang's legs were like cast iron. Not only did he break the heavy sword, he also kicked the armored soldier into a strange L-shape.
To him, these heavily armored horsemen wearing double armor were like firewood, which could be easily broken by a kick. With the added force of his foot, the dead Gebuxianchaoha fell off the horse, and the next moment the warhorse was frightened and wanted to run, and the neck of the horse was directly broken. Bai Lang stepped on the horse's neck, and while stepping on the warhorse to death, he took advantage of the momentum to pounce on the second Gebuxianchaoha - Bai Lang, who displayed his true Qinggong skills, made these Bayala, Niulu Zhangjing, and Fendiboshiku completely miscalculated.
