Before long, a team of seven returned and reported the intelligence they had gathered to Lu Ye, who was waiting there.
It was much as he had expected. Qianliu City's foundations were indeed far stronger than Ding'an City's. The Black Scarf Army had launched three offensives in succession, yet had never achieved a decisive result. Instead, they had suffered considerable losses themselves.
It was precisely because of this that the Black Scarf squad had previously gone to Ding'an to gather provisions and pay, only to be wiped out by Lu Ye. That had then drawn in a thousand-man vanguard, which had likewise suffered more than half its men killed or wounded.
Because the fighting here was so deadlocked, the Black Scarves had no spare strength to trouble Ding'an.
The Black Scarf Army was currently regrouping, and it appeared they had no intention of letting the matter rest. That was only natural. The Black Scarves had risen from mountain bandits and had enjoyed smooth sailing all the way. Wherever they went, cities often surrendered on their own initiative. Yet here in Qianliu, they had suffered heavy losses.
How could the Black Scarf leader retreat so easily? As long as he could take Qianliu, all their previous losses would be worth it.
Anyone in the Black Scarf leader's position would not withdraw lightly.
Going to provoke the Black Scarves now would undoubtedly be unwise. Though the hundred-plus people Lu Ye had brought all possessed cultivation, their numbers were ultimately too few. They needed to be deployed at the right moment to achieve their greatest effect. After some thought, Lu Ye decided to wait for the right opportunity. He believed the Black Scarves would not keep him waiting long.
He ordered everyone to conceal themselves where they were, then left alone. No one