Iron Will of The Masked Warrior Chapter 65

The next moment, the heavy armor moved.

The dilapidated city wall rumbled and trembled in the sound of incredibly neat footsteps, and the black iron armor was soaked in the snow-white steam that could not be dispersed by the wind, facing the enemy's wave of artillery fire upstream.

The first batch of heavy armor was like a cleaver that could block everything. It swept past very fast like a whirlwind and was pushed directly into the enemy formation. The severed heads, bodies and limbs were flying in pieces, but the fire could not burn them. Iron, as long as the golden box itself did not explode, most of the undefeated corpses could remain upright. The bodies of the armored lieutenants were dead, but the gears of the machinery were still turning, and they continued to rush forward as if their souls were still alive.

When it becomes unsustainable, a latecomer will open the gold box behind the black armor and ignite the lead hidden in it.

The soldiers under the iron masks were indistinguishable from each other, thousands of them were one, and the Marquis of Wanhu was no different from the newly recruited soldiers of the Peking University Battalion--either holding a cutterwind blade to roll over the enemy's head under artillery fire, or the original The ground exploded into an invisible purple firework.