Sitting in Wu Jing's car, Xia Cheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, this time his life was saved.
Listening to the explosions still roaring behind him, and seeing the firepower of the army of Shaiba increase, he couldn't help but feel waves of fear in his heart.
"Where are we going now?" Xia Cheng asked Wu Jing beside him in confusion.
"Of course, back to the base." Wu Jing said and handed a black cloth to Xia Cheng.
Xia Cheng understood immediately and used it to cover his eyes.
At this time, Xiang Yu had already returned to his base. He was sitting in the office, waiting for news.
The first call came from Wang Qian. They had successfully taken four bases, which was easy and pleasant.
The four small bases of the Menghu Mercenary Corps were nothing compared to Wolf Fang's men.
"How is the situation on your side?" Wang Qian asked worriedly, thinking it was Xiang Yu's men attacking the main force.
"It's good, almost taken." Xiang Yu replied calmly.
