Chapter 266: The Greedy Mouse Lord (1) The Attack
Under the hot sun, Lyan and his task force rode swiftly toward the eastern pass, the lifeline for Grafen’s supplies. The horses’ hooves pounded against the dirt road, a rhythmic reminder of the urgency of their mission. Lyan’s mind raced as he considered the best approach to cutting off these crucial resources. He glanced back at his team—a mix of seasoned mercenaries and soldiers handpicked for their agility and combat prowess. Among them was Borton, his towering figure and calm demeanor providing a reassuring presence.
"We’ll reach the pass by nightfall," Lyan called out, his voice steady despite the growing tension. "Stay alert. Our success depends on swift and precise action."
As dusk settled, the task force arrived at a vantage point overlooking the narrow pass. Lyan signaled for them to dismount and gather. The group huddled around a hastily drawn map, the dim light of a lantern casting long shadows over their faces.
"Borton," Lyan said, pointing to a section of the map, "take a group and set up an ambush here. It’s the most vulnerable point. Our goal is to hit them hard and fast."
Borton nodded, his eyes scanning the terrain. "Understood. We’ll use the boulders for cover and wait for your signal."
Lyan then turned to the rest of the team. "We’ll position ourselves here," he indicated another spot, "and create a blockade. We need to stop the caravan without alerting the rest of Grafen’s forces."
With plans set, the group moved into position. Hours passed as they waited in silence, the tension mounting. Finally, the faint sound of wheels and the clinking of armor reached their ears. Lyan raised his hand, signaling for readiness. The caravan came into view—a long line of wagons laden with supplies, guarded by a contingent of soldiers.
As the caravan reached the ambush point, Lyan gave the signal. Borton’s group struck first, descending upon the guards with lethal precision. Arrows flew, and swords clashed as the mercenaries emerged from their hiding spots. The element of surprise worked in their favor, causing chaos among the guards.
"Block the road!" Lyan shouted, leading his group to create a barricade. They pushed boulders and felled trees into the path, trapping the remaining wagons.
The guards fought back fiercely, but Lyan’s team held their ground. Amidst the chaos, Lyan spotted the caravan leader—a burly man giving orders with surprising composure. Realizing he was the linchpin, Lyan made his move.
"Got him!" Lyan called out, charging through the fray. His sword met the leader’s in a clash of steel. The man was skilled, but Lyan’s agility and strategic mind gave him the upper hand. With a swift maneuver, Lyan disarmed him and knocked him to the ground.