Chapter 890

Ye Ziheng looked at the information on the tablet in his hand, thought for a long time, and finally turned his head to look at the disciple beside him, and asked again.

"How about your magic weapon equipment? Do you have any magic weapons like bows and arrows?"

The disciple froze for a moment, thought carefully, and then nodded.

"There are some, but none of them are of very high rank, and they are all magic weapons within the third rank."

"How many are there?"

"About 100, is it enough?"

When Ye Ziheng heard it, he couldn't help frowning.

100, 1600 warriors how to divide these magic weapons?

But Ye Ziheng didn't say it immediately, but was silent for a while, and then asked.

"Is there a topographic map of where they are?"

"have."

A disciple said, walked to Ye Ziheng's side, operated on the tablet, and a detailed map of Donghe City appeared in front of Ye Ziheng.

It was an ancient city building surrounded by walls, with 1,600 people, it should be able to stand if squeezed.

"Brother, the car is here."

At this time, a disciple spoke, Ye Ziheng was stunned for a moment, looked ahead, and saw several black commercial vehicles driving towards him.

"Get in the car first."

As Ye Ziheng said, he got into the car, and a disciple sat beside him, watching Ye Ziheng attentively, waiting for his question.

"How many people know how to use bows and arrows. You don't need to hit every shot, but at least you need to hit six out of ten arrows."

The disciple froze for a moment, but in the end he could only shake his head.

"This is not very clear. The sects and local martial arts family associations provided magic weapons, but most of them gave us some magic weapons that we can hold, and we didn't take the others. Those bows and arrows are local The Martial Dao World kindly sent it over."

"Notify them, ask those people who can use bows and arrows, and their skills are not bad, record them all, including cultivation and strength, and then give me a report."

"good."

Ye Ziheng put down the tablet in his hand, returned it to the disciple, thought for a while, then looked at the disciple and said.

"Those warriors below the third rank, list them all. Those who can bow and shoot will stay first. If they don't, they can go home first for the time being."

The disciple couldn't help being taken aback when he heard this, and looked at Ye Ziheng in disbelief.

"Senior Brother, there are 1,600 fighters! More than half of them! Just let them go back! Then we will lose a great advantage."

But Ye Ziheng couldn't help but give him a blank look after hearing this.

"Loss of advantage? What advantage? Tell me what advantages these first- and second-rank warriors can bring us? How many cult warriors can they help me kill? At that time, they will be treated as leeks."

That disciple wanted to say something to refute Ye Ziheng, but in fact he himself somewhat agreed with Ye Ziheng's point of view.

If the participants in this battle were all low-rank warriors, then these first- and second-rank warriors would still be useful, but in the current battle, it’s not like those whose average strength is hovering between the first, second, third and fourth ranks. There are not many cult warriors, but a real army of cults. The middle and high-grade warriors are everywhere, and the number is as high as 3,000. These first- and second-rank disciples used to face those mid- and high-grade cult warriors. I am afraid that they have no power to fight back. A life at the mercy of others.

(to be continued)