Yang Qin pondered for a moment, then turned his head to look at the large black tents three hundred meters away on the east side, a glint of coldness flashed through his pupils.
"The terrain at Linya is even less favorable than Zhongyang's, and it's too far from the town center. Instead of dividing our forces to defend two places, it's better to concentrate them together. Although Great Xia has only sent ten thousand troops, there are three elite units among them—Commander Mu Qinghe of the Yellow Armor Army, Commander Xiao Kangcheng of the Xiao Mountain Army, Commander Xiahou Cen of the Red Sun Army—and with Mu Longhe, that makes four Xianyang Levels in total!"
The large-scale movement of the Xia Army couldn't be concealed from the Xianyang Level. When Mu Longhe led his ten thousand troops marching toward the west side, Zhongyang Camp received the news immediately.
