Ten miles north of Panyu City, Lin Mo's main camp.
Lin Mo stood atop the watchtower, gazing at the sea of black-clad people collapsing and scattering to the north.
Even he had not expected the army that had emerged from behind Huang Chao and launched its attack.
He stared at that black armor, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Every suit was Tier 2 armor. They marched in utter silence, their ranks so neat it seemed as though they had been measured with a ruler.
This was not the Imperial Guard led by Li Siyi. The Imperial Guard wore Bright Armor, which reflected dazzling light beneath the sun.
The armor of this army, however, was matte black, better suited for nighttime operations.
"Lord." Lin Yi's voice sounded through the Consciousness Link.
"The scouts report that army numbers at least a hundred thousand, all of them Tier 2 Elites.
They came from the southwest and avoided every scout."
Lin Mo nodded.
Huang Chao was likely doomed this time.
"Pass down the order. Leave a thousand men to guard the rear camp. All remaining troops are to move out!"
Lin Mo turned and looked toward the southwest.
There, Huang Chao's Broken Soldiers were fleeing into the mountains like a pack of driven stray dogs.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly before he turned and descended the watchtower.
The camp instantly erupted into motion.
Lin Yi led four thousand Central Army troops out through the camp gates first. Their black armor gleamed coldly beneath the setting sun, their steps orderly and their killing intent overwhelming.
Pan Feng led four thousand vanguard troops close behind. His massive axe lay across the back of his saddle, and his voice boomed like thunder. "Brothers! Charge!"
Qin Lie on the left flank and Zhou Chang on the right