West Wind Ridge.
Dozens of cannons lined up, bombarding the endless mountains.
Human weapons seem advanced, but in the face of nature, they are incredibly insignificant.
As Boss Jiang said, even if dozens of cannons fired relentlessly day and night for three consecutive days, the impact was minimal.
The mountain remains the mountain, still standing there stoutly, not even the trees were completely obliterated.
At most, the creatures in the mountain were heavily affected, enduring days of noise pollution, especially the birds, flying chaotically everywhere.
Visually speaking, it was as if the United Army was merely scratching an itch for the lying giant, the giant remained unmoved, only the lice on its body were disturbed.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
...
The United Army ignored it, how does the saying go?
If rich, then cover it with firepower!
