C67 Mighty Cannon

"Benefactor!" The group of women exclaimed, their eyes flashed with hope as they all looked at Qin Ye.

Qin Ye's face looked as if he was covered in a layer of frost, his fingers firmly gripped onto the edge of his sword as he looked around at the thousands of soldiers and the two huge cannons. His eyes narrowed slightly as he sneered and said, "What a big battle formation