Chapter 160: Give Them a Proper Hard Time!

Hearing the battle cries, Mien and the others froze.

What's going on?

Could reinforcements have come to aid them?

And didn't they just hear the words "Storm Warriors"?

Could there be other nobles also using the word "Storm"?

"Damn it, they're enemies—we've got enemies behind us, form ranks and fight!"

The tribal soldiers' cries soon confirmed everyone's suspicions.

Indeed, a force had appeared behind the tribal soldiers and was aiding them.

Regardless of whether "Storm" was an illusion or something else, Mien and the others knew the moment was fleeting.

"Valiants of the Violet Family, our reinforcements have arrived! For the Violet Family, for victory—kill!"

"Kill!"

Instantly, the Violet Family's morale surged, while the tribal soldiers, caught in a pincer attack, began retreating step by step.

At that moment, another cry rang out: "All tribal soldiers, listen! Your chieftain's heir is in our hands!"

"If you don't want your heir harmed, lay down your weapons immediately, or I'll cut off these little gifts from your chieftain's heir and send them to you!"

Of course, the tribal soldiers naturally didn't believe this declaration.

"You fools, do you really want us dead? Get lost!" At that moment, a shout rang out.

Immediately, some tribal soldiers cried out: "Is that Young Master Sak?!" "It's really Young Master Sak of our Black Panther Tribe!"

"Damn it, if you know it's me, why aren't you retreating? Do you want to get me killed?!"

Clearly, this Sak was truly furious.

Mainly because this noble was utterly dishonorable—he kept threatening to cut off their fingers or ears as "gifts."

They didn't want to lose those parts.

Soon, all the tribal soldiers withdrew, retreating like a tide.

This scene left the Violet Family's soldiers stunned.

The enemy had truly left so easily—and they had actually survived!

Clip-clop! Clip-clop!

From the darkness came the sound of hooves; several tall figures slowly approached.

Soon, Mien and the others recognized several unmistakable figures: "Baron Gervas?!"

The exclamations echoed through the night air, revealing the depth of Mien and the others' excitement.

Catharine's slender frame trembled, her sapphire eyes staring in disbelief at the handsome face illuminated by the dim torchlight.

She even wondered if this were a dream.

"Greetings, everyone!" Gervas smiled, first nodding to Mien and the others, then turning to Catharine: "Catharine, are you well?"

Catharine was finally awakened.

She leapt off her horse and sprinted toward Gervas.

Seeing this, Gervas immediately dismounted as well.

But before he could steady himself, a fragrant, soft form flung herself into his arms.

A sweet scent filled the air; her cheek pressed tightly against his shoulder, her chest pressed so firmly against him he could barely breathe.

Yet, beyond this, Catharine said nothing.

Perhaps this was the limit of emotion she could display before so many eyes.

"Lady Catharine, are you well?!"

Though not a complete fool, Gervas felt awkward under hundreds of staring eyes.

Especially those bastards like Mi Gen—they all wore lewd grins, barely holding back whistles.

Looks like I'll have to give them a proper hard time later.

After waiting a moment, Catharine finally released all the emotions she'd suppressed these past days, then stepped back, facing Gervas squarely.

She offered no explanation, nor apologized for her impropriety.

Her demeanor grew cold and detached, save for her reddened eyes, proof that what had just happened was no illusion.

"Gervas, I'm fine! Thank you for the rescue!"

She paused, then continued: "But didn't a few nobles who barely escaped say the left flank army suffered a disaster, and most nobles—including you, Baron Gervas—were likely dead?"

Hearing Catharine's question, Mien could no longer hold back: "Exactly! Baron Gervas, our Viscount was heartbroken for days over this—how did you suddenly appear safe and sound… cough… cough…"

He cut himself off mid-sentence, as Catharine's beautiful eyes had already shot him a icy glare.

Observing this strange dynamic between lord and vassal, Gervas glanced at Catharine several times.

Could this lady viscount truly have feelings for me?

Yet, seeing Catharine's current state, Gervas understood without words.

"Was it Farrio and those bastards who said that? Our left flank army did suffer heavy losses—but I was one of the lucky ones who escaped."

"Also, did Commander Narsis imprison Farrio and those fellows?"

"Imprison them? No, Gervas!" Catharine immediately grasped his implication: "Are you saying they lied?"

"Exactly. It seems those bastards truly lied! Since they weren't imprisoned, they never confessed their crimes. Catharine, let's talk as we walk—you tell me in detail what Farrio and the others said after they returned."

Gervas already knew everything—but that knowledge came from his intelligence network; he still needed to lay the groundwork to expose Farrio.

Catharine had witnessed Farrio's performance firsthand; as they walked, she recounted the entire day's events in detail to Gervas.

"That shameless bastard! He truly concealed his crimes!"

"Catharine, through secret reconnaissance by my Magic Swift Eagle Riders, I learned the left flank camp could have held out—but Farrio conspired with several nobles and fled alone without informing anyone!"

"And their cowardly retreat not only crushed morale, but also left the gate on one side of the camp wide open; that is what led to the camp being breached by the tribal forces!"

"Furthermore, along the way, it was that scoundrel Farrio who, in his pursuit of merit, kept urging Commander Brick to advance recklessly..."

Gervas detailed the information he had obtained to Catherine and Baron Mien's group.

"So it was like that! That damn maggot, that cowardly rat!"

Naturally, Catherine and the others of the Swift Demon Eagle Squad knew this, so they did not doubt Gervas's source of information.

Upon hearing this, Baron Mien and the others ground their teeth in fury; after all, they had just been betrayed twice, and they truly loathed such cowardly and shameless companions.

Catherine did not speak to curse; as a woman, she could not be as carefree as men.

But she still expressed her opinion of Farrio: "Farrio is so despicable; he will surely face retribution!"

"Report, my lord, Baron Gervas! The tribal soldiers who withdrew earlier have secretly followed us!"

Just then, a knight from Violet rushed over.

He had noticed that a trail of savages had appeared behind them.

Catherine and the others immediately looked at Gervas with tension.

Gervas, however, was unconcerned, for they were about to reach the intersection of the left path.

Even if the tribal army found their tracks completely, it would no longer matter.

He already had time to rescue those five nobles.

"It's fine; let them follow!" Gervas said.

"This... Baron Gervas, although those fellows have not charged immediately, they have surely gone to seek reinforcements!"

"Once their reinforcements arrive, they will surely intercept us again; we should speed up our retreat!" Baron Mien could not help but speak up.