For a moment, there was some kind of terrible silence in the alleyway.

Those Qing soldiers were all dumbfounded. Originally, they wanted to rely on the hard bow in their hands, relying on close range, to take the lives of the iron men in front of them.

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

But now it fell on them, as if it were tickling, and the arrows actually bounced off. Not even a single hair of the other party was hurt!

Sometimes, on the battlefield, some actions of the enemy always provoke the anger of the other party.

How dare they fight back!

I really ate the bear's heart and leopard gall!

Grandma's!

Xie Qian suddenly became angry, he roared angrily, his steps quickened, and the brothers around him also walked quickly.

Don't eat the bear's heart, the leopard's gall, the Qing army actually released arrows again.

It's a big bag, I have to give them a look at the color!

Finally, when the killing was near, they swung their swords and slashed.

"Kill!"

The moment the knife fell, with a loud shout, Xie Qian and the iron man beside him were like machines, at the moment of collecting the knife, they maintained the same posture, and in an instant, they screamed in front of them, and those Qing troops who were barely organized were suddenly broken by knives, blood was like a waterfall, and the narrow alleyway instantly became a slaughterhouse.

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

There was a lot of blood sprayed on Xie Qian's body, all of which were sprayed on him in a radial shape, although the Qing army was also wearing armor, but the armor on their bodies couldn't stop the iron people from slashing with all their might.

After slicing the enemy in two with a single sword, too much blood splattered. Because the iron horn was so cold, the blood even formed a thin layer of ice on the armor.

The blood-colored ice, very cold, is also very dazzling. The bright armor, already silvery-white, shimmered with a glamorous but chilling brilliance as if it had been painted with a layer of blood-red color.

Once again, they are marching forward with neat steps! Completely ignoring the corpses at their feet, even though some of the broken bodies were still struggling in pools of blood!

When they struggled in pools of blood and wailed in despair. When the Iron Man in the back passed by them, he would look at these people with a look of disdain. Then use the tip of the knife to easily pierce their necks. At the moment when the tip of the knife pierced the throat, these desperate people were finally liberated.

Forward!

Knock, knock......

The sound of boots stepping on the stone road, and the steel feet on the boot surface made a neat sound of iron boots, the sound of iron boots hitting the earth, and also knocking on people's hearts, those Qing troops who reluctantly fought back, all looked at this team of invulnerable iron men in fear and nervousness. Although there were hundreds of them, there was nothing left but despair when faced with these ten invulnerable iron men.

Through the gap in the iron surface, Xie Qian's breathing seemed a little heavy, although the iron men were all strong men without exception, but wearing more than 20 catties of iron armor, after such a trap and tearing, fatigue was inevitable, but compared to exhaustion, he felt more excited!

That's excitement from the heart!

A bloodthirsty frenzy!

His eyes were red, staring at the Qing army in front of him, feeling their fear, that bloodthirsty desire and hope became stronger, he licked his chapped lips, and then shouted.

"Kill slaves!"

Again, the knife is like a forest, the blood is like a waterfall, the broken arm is flying, and the flesh and blood are splashing......

The splatters of blood splashed down the gaps in the iron helmet and on his face, as if they wanted to block his vision, but for them, the line of sight was no longer important, the important thing was to chop like they did during training!

"Kill slaves!"

Accompanied by the arrogant roar of the iron people, the desperate screams and wails in the lanes rang out, and those palace guards who were still howling Jurchen words and roaring wanted to be like their fathers, with a moment of savage defeat of the Ming army in front of them, under the chopping of the horse swords, or turned into a few pieces of broken meat, or became a waste man who lost his arm and struggled in a pool of blood, but their struggle did not last long, and their heads fell into a pool of blood, like a ball, kicked and rolled by the Ming army that rushed over, rolling on the ground and in the snow, and finally like a ripe watermelon, it was hit by inadvertent impact. The red and white ones were splashed.

"Victory!"

In front of this group of iron men, the Qing army, which hastily organized resistance, was slowly defeated and retreated. Fear permeated each of their hearts, and when they saw the bow and arrow being shot on the armor and being bounced away, and when they saw this group of iron men in iron helmets and iron armor rushing towards them with swords in their hands, there was only one thought left in their hearts - escape!

On the battlefield, fear will spread, even the most brave Baturu, in the face of invulnerable enemies, will be desperate, will also be afraid, cowardly, some people still try to use spears to stab, in order to fight back against these iron men, but they tried their best to stab out the spear, but they could not pierce the iron armor of the Ming army at all, the next moment, their spears were cut in two under the chopping of the saber, when they turned in horror and wanted to escape, the sharp saber cut off their backbone. The severed backbone of the Qing army twitched and struggled in a pool of blood, and when the Qing army retreated like a frightened retreat, these iron men who were rampage on the battlefield also felt tired.

Tired!

But thirstier!

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

Now even if you are thirsty, you can only endure it. But how can a man endure thirst?

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

He desperately lifted the iron surface upward, he wanted to grab a ball of snow to quench his thirst, but this is the palace after all, and there is 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, which was struggling in a pool of blood, caught his attention. I watched as the man's severed arm was bleeding. The blood that flowed in his eyes was as tempting as a spring.

He was covered in blood, where could he take care of so much at this time, cut off the head of the Qing army with a knife, and then stabbed his head with a knife, holding his head as if holding a kettle, and drank it in a big gulp.

Blood is like a sweet spring, and it quenches thirst......