Hit hard!

Flesh hits meat!

Fight for your life!

Perhaps those Manchu Bayalas claimed to be "Baturu", the so-called "warriors", but in fact they were just a group of people who had a temporary reputation for their barbaric achievements of "drinking blood", and they were not warriors at all. True warriors were their opponents, and once upon a time they were loyal and simple farmers, gentle scholars, and calculating merchants...... They came from all walks of life, their personalities were different, it was hatred that drove them to join the army, it was rigorous training that turned them into steel, and turned them from farmers, merchants, and scholars into warriors.

Perhaps, their individual force is far less than that of the so-called "Bayara", but their will is more tenacious, and when the "Bayara" fights for their lives, tries to repel them with their hard-hitting, flesh-to-flesh, life-fighting savagery, and makes them feel fear.

These warriors, however, are like a group of numb robots, without waves! In the face of the shouts of the bayaras, in the face of the bones and maces in their hands, the warriors simply responded with the sound of neat footsteps, their steps as neat as clockwork machines, and even more neat were their movements, they slashed diagonally from mid-air in unison.

Knife out, knife retract......

When those bayalas used their shields to block the falling swords, when they tried to attack from below with bones and maces again, when they rushed sideways, they saw the cleavers piercing out of the gap, it was the soldiers of the second row, the strength of the blades stretched out was amazing, the blades forged from cold steel easily pierced the double iron armor on their bodies, and submerged into their bodies, and the moment they twisted the handle of the knives when they retracted the knives, they crushed their flesh and bones, and their internal organs were crushed, and in an instant those Bayalas who were still struggling, and lost his life.

However, even so, these battle-hardened Bayalas still used their bones and maces to cause great damage to the soldiers, many fighters were smashed by the bones and flattened their armor, and the solid armor was pierced by the iron wolf teeth on the mace, but even so, they snorted, and at the moment they fell to the ground, the fighters in the back row immediately took their place and continued to move forward, and the entire steel sharp array did not stop with casualties of one person or dozens of people, It still resembles a dragon that devours everything in the world, devouring life that tries to stop it.

Iron Helmet, Iron Mask, Iron Armor, Iron Arm, Iron Leg...... It seems, they are exactly the same, there is no difference, the bright armor is dripping with crimson blood, the blood is frozen on the armor, making these iron men look like evil ghosts who have come out of purgatory, if they are more timid, they will probably be scared to pee their pants on the spot, even for these bayalas, they still feel a little frightened when facing these iron men who don't know what life and death are like machines.

"Ahh......hh

The Bayaras screamed desperately, trying to vent their tension with such a ghostly howl.

Even if these "Bayalas" came out of the white mountains and black waters, even if they didn't know what death was, even if they were able to fight tigers, or if they were human beings, they would be afraid, and barbarians would be no exception.

Fear may be excreted from the body with the cry, but when the sprouts of fear are planted, it will take root, sprout, and grow into a towering tree......

And in response to these baya is a long whistle, it is like a dragon's roar, sounding on this snowfield full of ice and blood, under its command, the warriors once again change the formation, the soldiers in the middle of the formation steadily forward, in the march, in the battle, completed a change of formation, the warriors of the inner formation came to the outside of the formation, in order to keep the battle formation combat, these iron men are like tracks, from back to front, rolling away, anyone who tries to stop it will be crushed into mud, As they moved, the cowhide iron boots trampled on the earth, causing them to tremble from time to time, not only the earth, but also the hearts of people.

"Rush up, rush up, kill them......"

There were generals in Bayala's array shouting hoarsely, but there was panic in their tones. They're just a bunch of people, and if they're human, they're afraid.

Zilharang, who was in the middle of the formation, also noticed the change in morale, and he shouted in Jurchen words.

"Bayala of the Great Qing Kingdom, don't forget that you are all the Bayalas of the Great Qing Kingdom!"

Bayala!

Once upon a time, this was their glory, and now it is the same, under the urging of the prince, those bayalas once again regrouped, unlike before, they rushed up in small groups of three or five people, when the blade slashed, some raised their shields to block, when the blade stabbed, some people resisted forward, and at the same time, they waved their bones to seize the opportunity to smash at these iron men who were not afraid of life and death.

The Iron Man will be injured and will die, but the Iron Man is like a machine, and the latter will be quickly replaced, and each of them is a part of the machine, and those Bayalas are like a swarm of moths, desperately rushing into this fiery flame.

The moths slashed around the flames as they approached the edge of the flames, using their blood as a dye to dye the flames redder and hotter......

But there were also a few lucky enough moths, who broke into the fire under the cover of their companions, and they swung their bones and maces desperately at the surrounding iron men, and the bones smashed against the plate armor and made a "thump" sound, like the sound in a blacksmith shop. The sharp array that was originally moving slowly was smashed into a collapse under their impact, but it soon returned to its original state, the fallen iron man was quickly pushed away, and the brothers behind would quickly move forward to fill the position, and the cold blade would once again slash or stab into the body of Bayara, even if the so-called "Bayara" was a successful blow, and the next moment what awaited him was still a certain death.

This kind of hard-fought hand-to-hand combat is not just a competition of sharpness of weapons, not just whether the armor is hard or not, but a competition of wills, a contest of wills, a contest of whose will collapse first, and the side that collapses is bound to become the object of slaughter by the other side.

Whether it was Bayala or Iron Man, as soon as they collided together, the battle turned into a white-hot battle. As for Bayara, they had never been beaten like this, and even many of them felt death for the first time, but even so, they still fought back against the Iron Men in various ways and again.

They are not reconciled!

They couldn't even accept the reality in front of them, they didn't understand why such a group of prey suddenly became hunters, and they, the beasts that came out of the white mountains and black waters, became the prey of these hunters.

And what they are annoyed about is that when facing these hunters covered in steel armor, all their minions are useless, not only can not bite each other's throats, but even break their teeth, although they try their best to approach in groups of several people, and what awaits them is not only the sabers that fall from the sky, but also a row of swords that turn into spears, whether they move to the left or dodge to the right, there are always sharp blades waiting for them, and those blood-stained blades will sink into their bodies as long as they have the slightest chanceto cut them in two or grind their flesh and entrails.

"Poof......

At the muffled sound of the blade piercing into the flesh, a wave of despair was rising in their hearts.

This kind of despair is helplessness in the face of a strong enemy.

Maybe they are barbaric, maybe they have a brute bravery that the Han people can't compare, but in front of them is a group of iron men who have long abandoned the individual in strict training and turned into a whole, under the iron helmet, it is no longer a living life, but a whole composed of countless lives, in this whole, everyone has only one goal in their hearts - to kill the enemy, or be killed by the enemy!

"Kill ......"

Each time, with a neat roar, the whole was slowly advancing, the bright iron armor dyed red, the blood dyed the sunset red, and the sky red......