Jing Jiahong didn’t quite understand what Yun Chujiu meant. What did this B * tch mean? The trap had been filled up, what else couldn’t be simple?
Just as Jing Jiahong was puzzled, he heard a rumbling sound, followed by the wailing of the Jing MU soldiers.
Jing Jiahong looked up and saw that the trap that had been filled up had collapsed again, and it was much deeper than before. It was even less than the height of a person.
Not only that, the four-nation alliance army on the city wall began to throw firewood soaked in vegetable oil into the deep pit, and then shot into the rocket. Instantly, the miserable howls in the deep pit became even more tragic..
The army of Jing Mu Kingdom retreated back in a sorry state again. Jing Jiahong counted the number of people. The 90,000-man army had not officially engaged yet, but nearly 20,000 people had already been killed or injured!
Damn it!