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Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 106: Midnight Operation
After successfully reaching the eastern bank of the Wenshui River, Kerman led his troops to rest in a concealed area.
Since this was a lizardman gathering ground, he tightened external scouting to guard against any Black Wind Tribe scouts.
Meanwhile, Lusha left the troops behind and made his way alone to the settlement of the Sinking Sand Tribe.
By now, their homeland had become nothing more than ruins—burnt remains everywhere, and collapsed wooden houses littering the scene.
Memories of what had happened here last year resurfaced, filling Lusha’s heart with sorrow.
Stepping into the ruins, he looked around while recalling how the village once appeared in his memory.
From a distance, he spotted three massive mounds piled high in the central square. A bad premonition struck him, and he quickened his pace to see them up close.
Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the mounds were actually heaps of corpses of his tribesmen, charred black by fire.
Clenching his fists, his teeth grinding in rage, Lusha glared at the sight before him.
“Damn it! To treat my people this way…”
The thought that his father’s remains might also be among the pile brought a heavy ache to his chest. He slowly reached out, touching the nearest skull.
“I’m sorry, Father…”
Suddenly—ugh!
A painful cry rang out not far away. A lizardman with pitch-black scales collapsed from behind a broken wall, a dagger piercing through his chest.
“Chief, you were still too careless.”
It was Xilong who struck the fatal blow. He wiped the blood from his dagger and approached Lusha, followed by five other tribesmen emerging one after another.
“There were three Black Wind guards patrolling nearby, but we’ve already dealt with them.”
“My apologies…”
Lusha said regretfully.
“I let my emotions overwhelm me and failed to notice the enemy’s presence.”
Turning to the three corpse-mounds, Xilong’s face darkened, and the five with him also looked grim.
“Chief, I understand how you feel.”
Lusha shook his head, forcing his emotions away.
Once he regained composure, he asked about the plan:
“Xilong, have you contacted the Bloodfang, Claw, and Witchwood Tribes?”
“Yes, I’ve already notified them and told them to be ready at any time.”
Xilong nodded.
Then, after a pause, he cautioned.
“Chief, with the guards here eliminated, the Black Wind Tribe will soon notice something is wrong. We must act quickly.”
“You’re right…”
Lusha agreed.
“Let’s return to camp for now. Get what rest you can—we won’t be sleeping tonight.”
Xilong and his men had been operating covertly for days without proper rest, and exhaustion showed on them.
“Forgive me… Once this operation is over, we will return to give you all a proper burial.”
Before leaving, Lusha took one last look at the corpse-mounds, vowing in his heart to bury the remains in the earth following human funeral rites, and raise stone memorials to honor the fallen.
For this mission of vengeance, the Sinking sand Tribe had mustered over a hundred warriors.
It was the largest force they could field. Most of the elderly, weak, and wounded had been left behind in Bianshu town, awaiting news of victory.
Among those who had set out, many were young tribesmen who had never before wielded a weapon. Now, they were the backbone of this army.
According to the plan, the Sinking Sand Tribe would split into three groups and, with speed, assist the Bloodfang, Claw, and Witchwood Tribes in wiping out the Black Wind forces stationed in their villages.
Then, the three tribes would each send out their own warriors to form a joint force of four tribes. Together, they would march toward the Black Wind Tribe’s village, surround it, and attack in unison.
If they failed, they would die with honor.
Late at night, under the cover of darkness and strong winds, the Sinking Sand Tribe’s revenge had quietly begun.
In a hidden corner of the Bloodfang Tribe’s village, a group of Bloodfang lizardmen knelt neatly on the ground, weapons in hand and heads lowered.
Standing before them was Togo, the Bloodfang Tribe’s chieftain—a middle-aged lizardman who carried an air of authority.
Togo looked at his clansmen with a stern expression and said in a low voice,
“Oppression ends here. It’s time to rise up and let the Black Wind Tribe taste the might of the Bloodfang Tribe. Move out! Kill all Black Wind warriors patrolling inside the village.”
“Yes!”
The Bloodfang lizardmen quickly split into several small squads, each with three to five members, and launched their operations.
They had long since studied the Black Wind Tribe’s patrol routes. All they needed was to set up ambushes along the way—one surprise attack would catch their enemies off guard.
Meanwhile, at the village gate—
“Yaaawn—”
It was almost time for the shift change. A Black Wind lizardman guarding the right side of the gate let out a long yawn.
“Damn it, those lowly scum are all sleeping comfortably, while we have to stand here guarding the gate. Just thinking about it pisses me off.”
“Nothing we can do.”
The guard on the left shrugged helplessly.
“Our chieftain ordered us to keep an eye on them, in case they try to pull something behind our backs.”
“Heh! I don’t think they even have the guts. Who dares provoke the Black Wind Tribe? That’s just suicide.”
The right-side guard lifted his chin proudly, full of disdain for the Bloodfang Tribe.
“Alright, alright,”
The left-side guard soothed.
“Tomorrow afternoon, let’s head into town and pick a fine-looking female lizardman to play with. That should help us vent our anger.”
“Heh! Now that’s a good idea.”
At the mention of female lizardmen, the right-side guard instantly perked up, happily slapping his tail against the ground twice.
Just then, two other Black Wind lizardmen approached from a distance and called out to the gate guards:
“Time’s up. We’re here to relieve you. You two can go rest.”
“Took you long enough. I can barely stay awake, I’m dead tired.”
Grumbling casually, the right-side guard swiftly gave up his spot and, along with his companion, headed toward the barracks.
The two walked along chatting and laughing, until suddenly, faint noises came from behind them.
“Hm?”
Turning around, one of them suddenly realized the two Black Wind clansmen who had come to relieve them were gone without a trace.
“What’s going on?! Enemy attack!”
A chill ran down his back as he hastily raised his spear.
His companion also tensed up, lifting his weapon into a defensive stance.
But before they could act, a short blade suddenly slipped in from the right side of their vision like a ghost. With one swift slash downward, the first guard’s throat was cut open. He collapsed instantly, not even managing a cry for help.
His companion was dispatched in the exact same way.
Their killers were none other than Chi’en of the Bloodfang Tribe and Xilong of the Sinking Sand Tribe.
“Not bad—you’ve got skill.”
Chi’sen praised generously, then tossed over the short blade in his hand.
“Thanks for the weapon.”
“But of course.”
Taking the blade, Xilong replied casually.
He then walked over to the village gate, picked up a torch, and waved it a few times in the air—sending a safe-signal to their distant allies.