There was more than one.
The infantry fighting vehicles rolled through the standing water. Two dazzling beams pierced the curtain of rain, and almost as soon as the vehicles appeared, a chain of tracer fire from their heavy machine guns lashed toward Wan Hu and the others, shredding everything in its path.
The Sea City Rapid Response Force had arrived.
Wheeled infantry fighting vehicles also reached Zheng He's side of the battlefield. Wan Hu, Zheng He, and their men were plunged into a desperate situation almost instantly. Ordinary bullets struck the vehicles only to throw up sparks.
They could only gather together and fight a retreat toward Lin Yuanwen.
"The Pu Clan even brought out the regular army," someone said in despair.
Wan Hu wiped the blood from his face, his gaze dark. "They call themselves an army? They're just Pu Clan dogs in uniform."
"Those useless bastards in the Li Clan! Does Sea City belong to the Li Clan or the Pu Clan? Are Li Yaoguang and his people sleeping like the dead? Or have they decided to side with the foreigners?"
Everyone understood that those armored vehicles were far beyond anything they could easily handle. Worse still, two Apache attack helicopters appeared overhead, flying low. Their rotors churned the downpour, and enormous searchlights shone straight at the group.
Every man from the Ming Dynasty was washed in stark white light.
Those still alive fell into utter despair.
They were out of options. The enemy even had attack helicopters.
Once everyone had regrouped, Wan Hu helped Lin Gong to his feet.
"Governor Li chose the wrong side," Wan Hu said, shaking his head.
"I think the Pu Clan's strength may have exceeded the Li Clan's expectations. They were always a partnership, one operating openly and the other in the