C1285 Victory

"What the hell is this?!" Jin Ye's face, which had always been refined and refined, gradually became distorted.

He looked at Wang Mang with some resentment and suddenly smiled again. "Wang Mang, do you think your soldiers are a match for my soldiers by riding on beasts?"

"The front line will not change. The back line will hold the steel ballistae!" Jin Ye shouted in a cold voice