For a moment, the alleyway fell into a terrible silence.

All the Qing soldiers were dumbfounded. They originally wanted to kill the iron men in front of them at close range with the help of the hard bows in their hands.

Such a close distance, let alone a layer of armor. Even if they usually wear double armor, they will definitely be able to block this arrow at such a close distance.

But now it fell on them, as if it was scratching an itch, and all those arrows bounced away. Not even a hair on the other side was hurt!

Sometimes, on the battlefield, some actions of the enemy will always arouse the opponent's anger.

How dare they fight back!

It’s really a shame to eat a bear’s heart and a leopard’s courage!

Grandma’s!

Xie Qian suddenly became angry. He roared angrily and quickened his pace. The brothers around him also walked very quickly.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the Qing army fired arrows again.

It’s really awesome, I have to check out their colors!

Finally, when they came close, they swung their swords and killed them.

"kill!"

The moment the knife fell, there was a sharp shout. Xie Qian and the iron man beside him were like machines. They kept the same posture at the moment when they sheathed the knife. In an instant, there were screams in front of them. Those who had barely organized

The Qing army was instantly cut into pieces, with blood flowing like a waterfall, and the narrow alley instantly turned into a slaughterhouse.

And in this slaughterhouse, some people are just lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and they can only watch helplessly as the butchers harvest their lives.

There was a lot of blood sprayed on Xie Qian's body, all sprayed on him in a radial pattern. Even though the Qing troops were all wearing armor, the armor on their bodies could not stop the iron men from using all their strength to slash with their swords.

After cutting the enemy in two with one knife, too much blood spattered. Because the iron horn was too cold, the blood even formed a thin layer of ice on the armor.

The blood-colored ice is very cold, but it is also very dazzling. The already silver-white bright armor seems to have been coated with a layer of blood-red color, shining with a charming but chilling brilliance.

They marched forward in neat steps again! They completely ignored the corpses under their feet, although some of the broken bodies were still struggling in a pool of blood!

When they were struggling in a pool of blood and wailing in despair, the iron men behind them would look at these people with disdain when they passed by. Then they would easily pierce their necks with the tip of the knife.

At the moment when their throats were pierced, these desperate people were finally relieved.

forward!

Boom, boom...

The sound of boots stepping on the stone road, together with the steel boots on the boots, made a neat sound of iron boots. The sound of iron boots hammered the earth, and also struck people's hearts. Those Qing troops who reluctantly fought back all watched in fear and nervousness.

Facing this group of invulnerable iron men. Although they numbered a hundred, when facing these ten invulnerable iron men, there was nothing but despair.

Through the gap in the iron surface, Xie Qian's breathing seemed a little heavy. Although the iron men were all very strong men without exception, they were wearing more than twenty kilograms of iron armor. After such a battle, they were exhausted.

It was inevitable, but compared to exhaustion, he felt more excited!

That’s excitement from within!

A bloodthirsty craze!

With his eyes red, he stared at the Qing army in front of him. When he felt their fear, his bloodthirsty desire became even stronger. He licked his chapped lips, and then shouted.

"Kill the slaves!"

Once again, knives were like a forest, blood was like a waterfall, broken arms flew across, flesh and blood splattered...

The splashing blood splashed onto his face along the gaps in the iron helmet, almost blocking his sight, but to them, sight was no longer important, the important thing was to chop like they did in training!

"Kill the slaves!"

Accompanied by the wild roars of the iron men, the desperate screams and wailings in the alleys were heard. Those who were still howling Jurchen, roaring and wanting to be like their fathers, with a moment of savage defeat in front of them.

The palace guards of the army were either turned into pieces of flesh under the chop of the zanma sword, or turned into cripples struggling in a pool of blood without their arms. However, their struggle did not last long, and they raised their hands.

When the knife fell, their heads fell into a pool of blood, like rubber balls, kicked and rolled by the rushing Ming army, rolling on the ground and in the snow, and finally like ripe watermelons,

In the accidental impact, it was smashed to pieces. Red and white were splashed all over.

"Must win!"

In front of this group of iron men, the Qing army that hastily organized a resistance slowly retreated. Fear filled the hearts of each of them. When they saw the bows and arrows being shot on the armor and being bounced away, they looked at this group of iron helmets and iron faces.

When the armored iron man rushed over with a sword in his hand, there was only one thought left in his heart - escape!

On the battlefield, fear will spread. Even the most courageous Batulu will be desperate and frightened when facing an invulnerable enemy. Although timid, some people still try to stab with spears to fight back.

These iron men, but the spears they tried their best to thrust out could not penetrate the Ming army's iron armor at all. In the next moment, their spears were broken into two pieces by the chop of the saber, and they turned around in horror to escape.

At that moment, their backbones were cut off with sharp swords. The Qing soldiers whose backs were cut off were twitching and struggling in a pool of blood. When the Qing army retreated in fear, these iron men who were running rampant on the battlefield also

Feeling tired.

tired!

But thirstier!

There was smoke in the throat, and I was very thirsty. In order to reduce the weight on my body, these iron men did not carry water bottles. There was already so much snow on the ground, so when I was thirsty, I could just grab a handful of snow.

Nowadays, even if you are thirsty, you can only hold it back. But how can you hold back when you are thirsty?

Xie Qian, whose mouth was dry and felt like a fire was about to burst out of his throat, licked the blood drops that splashed on his lips. The moist feeling on the tip of his tongue made him thirstier.

He desperately lifted up the iron surface. He wanted to grab a bunch of snow to quench his thirst, but this was the palace after all, and there was no snow on the ground at all. Let him grab a handful to quench his thirst.

what to do?

I'm dying of thirst.

At this time, the Qing army struggling in a pool of blood caught his attention. He looked at the man's broken arm with blood constantly flowing. The flowing blood was as attractive as spring water in his eyes.

With his face covered in blood, he couldn't care less at this time. He chopped off the Qing soldier's head with a knife, then stabbed his head with a knife, held his head like a kettle, and drank heavily.

stand up.
Chapter completed!