Chapter 148: Storming Aojinmubao!

"Captain Eflan, our knight squad is ready! Let's begin!"

"Good! Magic Swift Eagle Squad, take off!"

Immediately, eleven Magic Swift Eagles ascended into the dark night sky, carrying twenty-two people including Lei Meng.

When they rose over a hundred meters, the Magic Swift Eagles leveled off and glided toward the valley ahead.

Notably, there were no baskets beneath the Magic Swift Eagles—only thick hemp ropes.

This minimized weight to the extreme, allowing two people per bird.

Since all the savages' attention was fixed on Lam and the others far away, the rear half of the camp had no guards at all.

Lei Meng and his squad landed smoothly in the camp with the help of the Magic Swift Eagles.

It was only then that the savages returning with loot noticed something was wrong.

After all, this was a narrow valley; the sound of flapping wings would inevitably be detected with time.

"Look! What's that in the sky?"

"It's a beast—a flying beast! No! There are people on it! They're noble aerial knights! Sound the alarm!"

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Within moments, the bell tolls rang incessantly inside the wooden fortress.

"Magic Swift Eagle Squad, engage!" Eflan didn't hesitate, ordering her squad to begin combat.

The Magic Swift Eagles immediately climbed higher, reaching sixty meters before swooping toward the front of the fortress and launching arrows.

Though at this height, accuracy suffered—especially in darkness.

Yet the savages' dozens of archers, due to their own weight constraints, fired arrows with drastically reduced power.

By the time they reached fifty or sixty meters, the arrows grew light and feeble, posing no threat.

Soon, screams erupted across the wooden walls.

"Who's there?"

As several savages fell wounded by arrows, over twenty more burst forth from behind the fortress.

Though the savages had noticed the Magic Swift Eagle Squad, they hadn't realized another knight squad had infiltrated simultaneously.

Caught utterly off guard, they were terrified.

"The ones here to clean you up!"

Lei Meng, Mi Gen, and the other knights gave the savages no time to react—they swung their longswords down upon them.

Though these savages were no weaklings, stronger than ordinary human soldiers.

Yet under the assault of Lei Meng, Mi Gen, and their knight retainers, they had no defense.

"Kill!"

Not done yet, over two hundred soldiers and pirate slaves who had stealthily crept close now rose from the grass upon hearing the battle cries and charged the fortress.

"Open the fortress gate! I'll hold them off!"

Seeing this, Lei Meng immediately ordered his knight retainers.

"Yes, Knight-Lord!"

As Lei Meng and Mi Gen fought fiercely, the knight retainers swiftly reached the back of the fortress gate.

They removed the heavy wooden bolt, and the massive gate creaked open slowly.

"Kill!" The pirates surged ahead, rushing into the fortress and joining the fray.

From this point, the battle for Aojinmubao was no longer in doubt.

…

"What's going on? What's that noise? Shut up, all of you!"

Meanwhile, on the wilderness two li away.

Lam and his savages had just unloaded several barrels of wine and dozens of sacks of wheat, preparing to carry them off.

But faint noises drifted through the night.

As his men fell silent, the sounds grew clearer.

In an instant, Lam's face darkened—he turned toward Aojinmubao. "Damn it! That's the alarm bell and battle cries! We've been tricked! Move out!"

After speaking, Lam and his men desperately sprinted toward the fortress.

The others paused, then followed in a run.

Some men carrying loot hesitated. "Lord Lam, what about the wheat and beer?"

"Fools! Forget the wheat and beer—get back now!"

Lam was frantic.

Just then, shouts came from behind!

"Slave Squad, follow me!"

Lam turned to see the noble who had earlier cowered now charging after them with his men.

But Lam didn't dare stop—his fortress was the priority.

Yet as Lam drew closer to the fortress, his heart grew colder.

The alarm bells had stopped. The battle cries were fading.

The meaning was clear.

Either the enemy had been wiped out… or the tribe's warriors had been wiped out…

These human nobles set a treacherous trap to lure us away—would their force attacking the camp be so easily destroyed?

Clip-clop! Clip-clop!

Just then, hoofbeats rang ahead.

Looking up, he saw six knights charging toward him with nearly two hundred men, emerging from the fortress.

When they reached a hundred meters, they halted.

"Where are my men?"

Lam's eyes burned red as he stared at the opposing knights—he already sensed the truth.

"Savage tribe, the fortress is ours. Surrender!" Lei Meng spoke no more.

"I'll kill you treacherous nobles!" Lam roared. "Tribe warriors, charge! Kill them all! Avenge our fallen!"

Clearly, Lam and his warriors still believed they could win.

Fueled by rage, three hundred savage warriors charged forward.

"Brave men of Stormhold, charge with me!"

Lei Meng didn't hold back—he raised his lance and led the Storm Legion into a charge.

Boom! Boom!

Though only six warhorses, the Fire Horses' power was overwhelming.

Combined with the grim faces of Lei Meng, Mi Gen, and the other knights, their six-man squad pierced the savage charge like a blade.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Sounds of flesh being pierced echoed—the savages' bodies impaled by lances.

Of the six knights, only Lei Meng's lance was iron.

Mi Gen and the other five wielded wooden lances.

After piercing several enemies, the wooden shafts finally shattered under overload.

Seeing this, Mi Gen and the others dropped their broken lances and drew their longswords to fight.

Behind them, the pirates and Storm soldiers surged forward.

The two sides clashed violently on the battlefield.

"Slave Squad, kill!"

Gervas and his men, who had been chasing from behind, arrived swiftly.

Splash! Splash!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Not done yet—the Magic Swift Eagle Squad now dove from the sky, precisely picking off savage warriors.

"No! What unit are you? How do you have aerial knights?!"

Watching his enemies not only fight with exceptional infantry strength but also possess aerial knights, Lam roared in despair.

For under the merciless slaughter of these elite foes,

the hope of victory he still clung to vanished.

His surrounding tribe warriors fell one by one into pools of blood.

What had been a balanced fight became a one-sided massacre.

Puff!

Yet Lei Meng had always been grim in battle—his only reply to Lam was his sword.

Seizing an opening, he slashed down upon Lam's neck.

"Ugh!"

Lam stiffened, clutching his throat in disbelief.

But his hands could not stop the gushing blood.

Thud. Lam collapsed, his tribal tattoos fading as his severed throat hissed with each breath.

Lying on the ground, he danced his final, violent death-dance.