Head-to-head!

Meat against meat!

Fight for your life!

Perhaps those Manchu Bajalas claimed to be "Baturu" and so-called "warriors", but in fact they were just a group of temporary reputations based on their barbaric achievements of "ruining hair and drinking blood". They could not be said to be warriors at all.

Warriors. The real warriors are their opponents. Once upon a time, they were honest and simple farmers, gentle scholars, and calculating businessmen... They come from all walks of life, and their personalities are different. It is hatred that drives them here.

When they join the army, strict training turns them into steel, turning them from farmers, businessmen, and scholars into warriors.

Perhaps their individual strength is far less than those of the so-called "Baya La", but their will is more tenacious. When the "Baya La" fights with their lives, trying to fight them head-on, flesh against flesh, life and death.

When you savagely repel them and make them feel fear.

These warriors were like a group of numb robots, calm and calm! Facing the shouts of the Bagaras and the bones and maces in their hands, the warriors just responded with neat footsteps.

Their steps were as neat as a clockwork machine, and what was even more neat was their movements. They slashed diagonally from mid-air in unison.

Draw the knife, put the knife away...

When those bagaras used their shields to block the falling sabers, and when they tried to attack from below with bones and maces again, when they rushed forward sideways, they saw the sabers thrust out from the gap.

They were soldiers in the second row. The strength of the extended blade was astonishing. The blade forged from cold steel easily pierced through their double-layered iron armor and sank into their bodies. When retracting the blade, the handle of the blade was twisted.

In an instant, their bones, flesh, and internal organs were crushed to pieces. In an instant, those Ba Ya La who were still struggling lost their lives.

However, even so, these battle-experienced Bagaras still used their bones and maces to cause great damage to the soldiers. Many soldiers had their armor smashed by bones, and their solid armor was damaged by wolves.

The iron fangs on the dental stick penetrated, but even so, they just groaned. The moment they fell to the ground, the soldiers in the back row immediately took over their positions and continued to advance forward. The entire steel formation,

It did not stop without the casualties of one person or dozens of people. It was still like a giant dragon devouring everything in the world, devouring the lives that tried to stop it.

Iron helmet, iron face, iron armor, iron arms, iron legs... It seems that they are exactly the same, without any difference. The bright armor is dripping with scarlet blood, and the blood freezes on the armor, making these

Iron Man looks like an evil ghost coming out of purgatory. If you are a timid person, you will probably pee your pants on the spot. Even for these Bagalas, facing these machines that don't know what life and death are.

They still feel a little intimidated during the Ironman.

"Ahh..."

The Ba Ya La people shouted desperately, trying to vent their inner tension with such ghostly cries and howls.

Even if these "Ba Ya La people" come from the white mountains and black waters, even if they don't know the cause of death, even if they can fight a tiger, or they are still human beings, they will be afraid, and the barbarians will not be afraid either.

exception.

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

But what responded to these Bagaras was a long whistle, which sounded like a dragon's roar in this snowy field full of ice and blood. Under its command, the soldiers once again changed their formations, and they were in the middle of the formation.

The soldiers moved forward steadily. During the march and the battle, they completed a formation change. The soldiers from the inner formation came to the outside. In order to maintain the combat effectiveness of the battle formation, these iron men were like crawlers, moving from the back to the outside.

It rolls forward, and anyone who tries to stop it will be crushed into pieces. As they move, the cowhide iron boots step on the ground, causing it to tremble from time to time. It is not only the earth that trembles, but also people's hearts.

"Come up, rush up, kill them..."

There were generals in Bagala's formation who were shouting at the top of their lungs, but their tone revealed panic. They were just a group of people, and they would be afraid if they were human beings.

Jierhalang, who was in the formation, also noticed the change in morale and shouted in Jurchen dialect.

"Bayalas of the Qing Dynasty, don't forget that you are all the Bagalas of the Qing Dynasty!"

Ba Ya La!

Once upon a time, this was their glory, and it is also their glory now. Under the supervision of the prince, the Bagaras once again regrouped. Unlike before, they rushed forward in a small team of three or five people. When the blade came, some people

They raised their shields to block, and when the blades struck, some people moved forward to block them. At the same time, they waved their bones to seize the opportunity to hit these iron men who were not afraid of life and death.

The iron man will be injured and die, but the iron man is like a machine, and the ones behind him will quickly make up for it. Each of them is a part of this machine, while those bagaras are like a group of moths.

He was desperately throwing himself into this fiery red flame.

These moths approached the edge of the flames and killed them around the flames, using their blood as dye to dye the flames redder and hotter...

But there are a few moths who are lucky enough to break into the fire under the cover of their companions. They wave the bones in their hands and smash the maces at the surrounding iron men. The bones hit the plate armor with a "thud" sound.

The sound of "thump" was like the sound in a blacksmith shop. The sharp formation that was originally moving slowly was smashed and collapsed under their impact, but it soon returned to its original state. The fallen iron man was quickly pushed away, and behind him

The brothers will quickly move forward to take up positions, and the cold blade will cut or pierce Bagala's body again. Even if those so-called "Bayala" succeed in one blow, what awaits him the next moment?

It's still a certain death.

In this kind of head-to-head combat, the competition is not just about the sharpness of the weapons, not just about the hardness of the armor, but a competition of wills, a contest of wills, and the competition is about whose will collapses first, and who collapses first?

That side will inevitably become the target of massacre by the other side.

Whether it is Bagala or Iron Man, as soon as they collide, the battle becomes a fierce battle. But for Bagala, they have never been beaten like this, and they have even been killed.

Many people felt death for the first time, but even so, they still fought back against the Iron Men in various ways time and time again.

They are not willing to give in!

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

What worries them is that when facing these hunters who are covered with steel armor, all their claws and claws are useless. Not only can they not bite the opponent's throat, but their teeth will even break. Although they try their best to

When they approach in groups of several people, what awaits them is not only the swords that fall from the sky, but also a row of swords that turn into spears. No matter whether they move to the left or hide to the right, there is always a sharp blade.

Waiting for them there, those blood-stained blades would sink into their bodies as long as they had a chance, cutting them into two pieces or mincing their flesh, blood, and internal organs.

"Pfft..."

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

This kind of despair is the helplessness when facing a powerful enemy.

Maybe they are barbaric, maybe they have bravery that cannot be compared with the Han people, but in front of them is a group of iron men who have long abandoned individuals and transformed into a whole through rigorous training. Under the iron helmet, they are no longer

A living life, but a whole composed of countless lives. In this whole, everyone has only one goal in their heart - to kill the enemy, or be killed by the enemy!

"kill……"
Chapter completed!