High above, the silhouette of the Red-eyed Crow whisked past.
Its eyes, clearer than rubies, coldly watched the troop racing across the desert wasteland.
This troop had over eight hundred, almost nine hundred men. Each person had two horses: one for riding, and one for carrying supplies, kicking up a storm of sand as they headed west.
The speed of their advance was quite fast.
Although through the perspective of the Red-eyed Crow, Zhang Yuan didn't spot any identifying flags from the enemy.
However, the characteristic of having two horses per person, their rugged and boorish demeanor, and their lax yet coordinated march all indicated that this was a formidable bandit troop.
Considering that this vast area is the hunting ground of the Desert Wind Army, it was impossible for there to be another bandit group with equal strength. Therefore, Zhang Yuan could basically confirm this was the target he was looking for.
