"If nothing else happens, we should be able to reach Jicheng at three or four in the afternoon!" Pang Yu responded.
"Mr. Ling, do you have any plans? They are coming very hard this time, I'm worried..."
"Pavilion Master Pang, don't worry, it's okay!" Ling Hao interrupted him: "Go back and discuss with Mr. Gu to select two hundred people!"
"Master Ling, there are nearly a thousand people on the other side, wouldn't it be too few if we send 200 people?" Pang Yu was slightly startled.
According to his idea, even if he sends 20,000 people, he may not be able to compete!
But Ling Hao only asked him to gather two hundred people. Isn't this a bit too conceited?
"Two hundred people are enough!" Ling Hao responded.
"This kind of war cannot be won by relying on a large number of people. The purpose of picking two hundred people is just to prevent their people from entering the city and hurting ordinary citizens."
"Then...okay then!" Pang Yu saw that Ling Hao had made up his mind and said nothing more.
After Ling Hao explained a few words again, Pang Yu led the people and left quickly.
"Hao'er, the first-grade Holy Emperor cannot be underestimated, are you sure?" After Pang Yu left, Nangong Qin looked at Ling Hao and said.
"You can try it!" Ling Hao responded with a smile.
More than twenty days ago, at the seventh level of the Divine Emperor, he was able to receive Ruan Tao's full move.
After breaking through to the eighth level, he believed that a battle was definitely possible!
"Hao'er, don't be careless. If it doesn't work, I will join forces with you when the time comes!" A look of solemnity flashed across Murong Ziyun's face.
"Mom, don't worry, I know it well." Ling Hao smiled again.
At noon, Ling Hao and about two hundred people appeared on a large grassland on the outskirts of Lengcheng.
Lengcheng is a city under the Qingyuan Empire, located at the junction of the Qingyuan Empire and Jicheng.
For Ling Hao, he would naturally not place the main battlefield in Ji City. After all, a war of this level could destroy half of the city accidentally.
According to intelligence, two-thirds of the nearly a thousand people on the other side have cultivation levels below the Holy Realm.
If so many people want to come to Jicheng from the imperial city of the Qingyuan Empire, they can only take horses and chariots, and Lengcheng is the only way for them to pass through.
"Pavilion Master Pang, you and Mr. Gu each lead a hundred men to guard the two horse paths!" Ling Hao pointed to the two spacious road openings not far behind him.
"Don't let anyone from the Qingyuan Empire enter the realm of Jicheng!"
"Master Ling, what do you mean, you don't need us to participate in the war?" Pang Yu was slightly stunned.
Gu Song on the side was also stunned for a moment.
The two of them originally thought that bringing only two hundred people to snipe the opponent's nearly a thousand people was already too risky.
But now, according to Ling Hao, he doesn't even plan to use these two hundred people?
What's going on? Are you really so confident?
"There's no need to make unnecessary sacrifices!" Ling Hao nodded in response.
"Master Ling, but there are only about twenty of you..." Gu Song said.
"It's okay!" Ling Hao interrupted him with a smile.
"Okay!" The two of them didn't insist anymore.
"Chenxi, let's start!" Then, Ling Hao led everyone to get busy.
Obviously, he wants to set up a formation here!
With his current level of cultivation, it is no longer difficult to spend a few hours setting up an attack formation!
"Brother, people from the Qingyuan Empire should be here!"
Around four o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Yue raised his eyebrows slightly.
call!
As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful and oppressive aura swept across the sky, overwhelming the sky.
