Chapter 137 Where are the Nine Cauldrons?

Outside Puzikou City, corpses were strewn all over the ground, and snowflakes were floating on the messy corpses, making it particularly solemn and desolate. On the ground lay a fallen flag, the word "Ming" on it was already blurred in the mud and snow. A soldier wearing a wide-brimmed hat ran desperately in the snow, accidentally kicked a corpse and fell to the ground. He immediately turned over and stared at the whistling iron horse with terrified eyes. He pressed his hands on the snow behind him and kicked his feet to move his body backwards.