Especially since he could harvest a lot of Shura Seal by killing the black scarf, he was even more impatient.

In an unknown land, the mirror reflects the scene of the cavalry moving forward, with Lu Ye's figure in the center of the scene.

"What a sin, what a sin!" The old patriarch beat his chest and stamped his feet, looking worried.

Because according to the normal development of the situation, Black Turban will indeed invade Ding'an City again, but that will be about ten days later. At that time, Black Turban has been unable to attack another city for a long time, and its troops are exhausted. Lu Ye can cope with it with his current cultivation. Although it is a bit difficult, it is not too difficult.

This is the normal training process.

But now Lu Ye actually took the initiative!

This kid...why can't he be more stable?

"Clan leader, actually it might be more beneficial for him to take the initiative at this time." The woman who had been accompanying the old patriarch said with relief.

"What do you say?" the old patriarch asked.

The woman said: "The Black Scarf Army is attacking Qianliu City with all its strength at the moment. If he leads people over at this time, he can form a pincer attack with Qianliu City. As long as he achieves certain results here, Qianliu City will I will definitely see an opportunity, and when the time comes, I can go out to the city to fight, and maybe I can destroy the Black Turban in one fell swoop and complete my training ahead of schedule."

The worried old patriarch heard this, thought for a moment, nodded and said: "Yes, that's the truth!"

The woman said: "I have had contact with this senior brother. He is not that kind of reckless person. You can see that he prepared a formation before setting off. The role that such small teams can play in the war is not small. He If you are not sure, you will never act like this.�

The old patriarch then slowly felt relieved: "After this time, wait for his next experience and bring him over as soon as possible!"

Don't let anything happen again. His old body can't bear too much trouble.

The cavalry moved forward, with Lu Ye leading the way, followed closely by twenty squads. Three days of training had allowed the Ding'an monks to master the use of the formation disks. In this way, even if there were attrition during the battle, the squad would still be able to Change positions in a timely manner.

Zhou Ping didn't follow him, but he thought it was a pity that as the city lord, he had to stay in Ding'an no matter what.

This time Lu Ye's target is Qianliu City, which is three hundred miles away. According to the reliable information obtained from Ding'an, the Black Turban is currently attacking Qianliu with all its strength. It is unknown what the situation is there.

But Qianliu's overall strength is much stronger than Ding'an, so he can hold on for a while no matter what.

The horses have the blood of exotic animals and have stronger endurance than ordinary horses. It took Lu Ye and others only three days to reach the three hundred miles.

He did not join the battle immediately, but rested fifty miles away from Qianliu while spying on the situation there.

Except for him, the entire team's endurance is not strong, and the spiritual power used up will be reduced. Therefore, this raid must have decisive results, otherwise when the black scarf team recovers, more than a hundred people will be killed. The team is not enough for them to kill.

After a while, a team of seven people returned and reported the spying information to Lu Ye who was waiting here.

As he expected, Qianliu City's foundation was indeed much stronger than Ding'an. The Black Turban Army had launched three offensives, but they had never been able to achieve decisive results. On the contrary, their own side had suffered considerable losses.

It was precisely because of this that the Black Turban team went to Ding'an to raise food and wages. However, they were destroyed by Lu Ye and attracted a thousand-man vanguard army. Most of them were still killed or injured. JrNovels.com