"Among these three traps, the Quicksand Pool has claid the most soldiers. As long as we don’t turn back, everything will be resolved," Yuwen Feng analyzed.
"Rest assured, Your Highness, this ti we will hold our ground and won’t let the soldiers retreat."
After Zuo Jiang finished speaking, he personally led the troops on the expedition.
Apart from the two thousand who just entered, the remaining 28,000 soldiers also entered with high spirits, advancing roughly a mile when screams were heard from the front.
"It’s the Bamboo Formation, we’ve reached the Bamboo Formation!" soone shouted from the front.
Zuo Jiang gritted his teeth, "Stay calm, don’t retreat, bridge the formation!"
With yesterday’s experience, everyone was much calr today.
Yesterday, facing the Bamboo Formation, they panicked and ran, triggering the Arrow Rain Formation. This ti, they stood firm and unmoving.
The n pushing the siege carts quickly moved them to the front.
As they pushed the siege carts, they also activated the carts’ chanisms. Apparently, these carts, besides being used for shooting, could also be used to bridge gaps.
At this mont, the first siege cart fell into the Bamboo Formation, deploying a plank, and the second cart was placed in line behind it like train carriages, one section after another. In no ti, the previously impassable Bamboo Spear Formation was being bridged by the carts.
Even though there was still about three ters to the opposite flat ground, the soldiers had tools in hand. They first stepped onto the bridge and drew planks from inside the siege carts, connecting them to level out the Bamboo Pit.
Zuo Jiang exclaid joyfully, "Advance, break the formation!"
The three thousand soldiers cheered collectively and crossed the bridge in an orderly fashion.
However, at this mont, the sound of wind resounded from all directions. They looked around and, without turning back, sohow triggered the Arrow Rain Formation again. They hastily raised their shields to defend.
Yet this Arrow Rain was relentless, like an endless downpour, continuously striking them.
They crouched there for as long as the rain fell.
Feeling sothing amiss, Zuo Jiang peeked out from the fortress only to see the arrow feathers flying towards them. After being deflected to the ground by the shields, these arrow feathers reanimated and flew back in the initial direction, once again striking them.
Don’t ask him how he knew; he clearly saw the sa feather-falling arrow feather hit his shield three tis!
This ti Zuo Jiang panicked, he was at the edge of the Bamboo Pit Formation. He glanced at the pit instinctively and saw the bamboo inside shining brightly, as if the tips had been freshly sharpened.
How was this possible?
Yesterday, this pit clearly claid many of their n. Where did they go overnight?
Even if the enemy took them away, these bamboo should not be shining brightly, they should be stained with so blood or show so wear and tear, right?
Yet now they seed brand new, as if they had never pierced anyone.
Could it be... this formation consus people?
Unlike Yuwen Luan and Yuwen Feng, Zuo Jiang truly grew up on the battlefield, surviving all these years thanks to a natural instinct for danger.
His intuition told him this trap was problematic, extrely problematic.
It was even highly likely that this trap was not devised by Yuwen Luanfei. As for who did, he didn’t know, but definitely not a human.
These three thousand soldiers were likely to be lost here.
Once this thought erged, it unraveled and expanded uncontrollably in his mind.
Zuo Jiang’s face turned pale.
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