Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1278 - 354 The Overall Situation is Settled_2

"Charge!" Liu Zhenhan commanded, pointing both arms forward. A group of Summer Palace Warriors rushed in. Before they arrived, their spears and arrows did, knocking down a swath of the enemy—all who remained were trapped with nowhere to flee. A few desperate resisters were swiftly knocked to the ground, and the Bimon warriors grabbed their limbs and with a couple of swings, tossed them high into the sky. Soon, the sound of thuds echoed from afar as bodies crashed to the ground.

Liu Zhenhan picked up a nail rake from the ground and inspected it closely. The craftsmanship was quite good; the handle was made of jujube wood, exuding the dark red hue of aged, dried blood.

"String them up like salted fish!" he commanded, drawing his dagger and carving a sloping angle into the handle of the nail rake, revealing an unmatched sharp point.

A few of the girls moved ahead, unable to watch any longer.

Stringing up like salted fish was a very tough way to die.

Liu Zhenhan tried it out himself on a muscular Mulanese man, robust as an ox but appearing scrawny as a monkey in front of the Bimon warriors. Stripped of his trousers, the man’s densely haired thigh revealed a lion tattoo and several sentences in twisted, wormlike script. Liu Zhenhan, while observing, abruptly thrust the sharpened stick deep inside.

Not a drop of blood was splattered—Guoguo, standing ready with a white napkin to block any blood, revealed a satisfied expression when none was needed. The Chimaera Cavalry in the sky saluted their leader’s skill with a flyby before reining away.

Alongside the road now stood farm tools with writhing human bodies impaled on them, like worms skewered on iron spikes.

The sounds of windows slamming shut became frequent in the surrounding streets, the movements violent, the volume chilling.

This spectacle utterly defeated Caliph Harifa Abdullah. He began to refuse to move forward, to cooperate, becoming hysterical. Fat Luo pressed his foot against the man’s hand and started to break his fingers, one by one. After only two were broken, Harifa Abdullah agreed to cooperate.

When this imposing group triumphantly returned to the western military camp, Princess Nancy was still on the training field, hands on her hips, scolding continuously. The Liger princes comforted their sister while sneaking glances at the Shaman of Divine Songs’ expression.

A few embarrassed mistresses from Feilengcui stood to one side.

A little parrot perched on Ning Yu’s shoulder, gaping open its hooked beak silently—if it hadn’t been tongueless, it would have schooled the princess in the art of cursing.

The Andulan elder, drenched in sweat, was weighed down by the burdensome Damai shell on his back, which severely interfered with his movements. The Damai elder had hurried over from Feilengcui, accompanied by several other clan elders, hundreds of Gnome warriors, and two Fawkes finance managers. The spoils were evidently astonishing. On the training field, silver and gold vessels were piled like mountains, dazzling with brilliance; pearl agate and turquoise, numerous beyond count, along with battle armor and weapons, and even ironware.

All the commanders of the four armies were veterans, who understood how to deploy troops and when to transport their plunder—it was actually the merit of their staff, who were the real backbone of general military operations, formulating plans that laid the groundwork. The commanding general merely controlled overall strategy. Generals like Rommel, who could handle both minor and major details, were few and far between throughout the entire Aegean.

One by one, the Chimaera airmen spurred the Elf mages by the magic teleportation array. They were clearly waiting for the Seven-degree Gold Rings to be teleported back. Not far off, Hobbit Halflings were busily setting up stoves, preparing meals for the army.

Bimon warriors periodically drove camels carts, temporarily conscripted, one after the other into the parade ground, or escorted rows of prisoners to stand against the wall, each thoroughly searched.

Even the slowest of wits could imagine the immense wealth that this border province of Mulan would provide for the Bimon Kingdom and the Aegean! Three magic masters, two dragon knights, Ibrahim and Luna, including the Swan High Priestess, all stared with their eyes glazed over.

What is war wealth! This is it!

In the green bean eyes of the Andulan elders, the unique intense craving of the Dragon Clan for the shiny gold and silver treasures was clearly written, and Daisy’s gaze wasn’t much better; Giant chieftains Deseli of the Fawkes Giants and Kien of the Mud-foot Giants stood by, occasionally lending a hand to the elder, piling up the treasures.

"We’re rich! Richard!" Seeing the overlord returning, the Andulan elder laughed boisterously with indescribable excitement, "From now on, I’m going to sleep on a bed of gold coins!"

"Old man..." Liu was shocked and tugged at the sleeve of the Andulan elder, pulling him aside to quietly ask, "...Where are these spoils of war being transported? Is there a more hidden place?"

"I know the stakes." The Andulan elder gave him a stern look. "All of our haul is now being transferred underground; all of the vassal clan men have dropped their tasks, and together with Fawkes’ accountants, they are tallying everything. Even Helen has gone back to help! Anyway, apart from craftsmen, precious jewels, and food, we want nothing else! This fortune is too big, definitely too much for a single Aegean to swallow. As for the weapons and ordinary gold and silver articles, as well as prisoners, we will leave them for the kingdom."

"This can’t be avoided; everyone has to eat their bun one bite at a time, swallowing it whole is unrealistic! As for the Bimon warriors with gold and silver on them, we don’t need to manage them; it’s rare to come across such wealth, we shouldn’t stand in the way of their fortune." After pondering for a bit, Liu asked again, "Have we found the enemy’s strategic reserve warehouse?"

"Do you even have to ask, the cavalry’s first target was this, oh my God! Do you have any idea how much grain the Mulanese have? Just barley and oats alone amount to sixty thousand tons! Such huge stacks of grain that you can’t even count them all! And that’s not to mention livestock! Plus, at the very least enough weapons to arm forty thousand men, all brand new! Without a Space Ring, when will we even finish moving all this?" The Andulan elder smiled hee hee, "Just thinking about how those noble households must also have similar grain and weapon stores, I could wake up laughing from my dreams!"

"Now the Cave Dwellers can finally have their fill." Liu heaved a sigh of relief, finally having resolved a concern.

"Oh... right..." Suddenly, Liu thought of something, pointed to those Phantom Beasts sniffing around on the ground, and said to the elder, "First, secure these pearl agate pangolins—these are prizes caught by Daisy’s father. These creatures are not bad, their defensive capabilities are quite decent at least!"

The Andulan elder’s eyes lit up, followed by another burst of joy.

"I wish I could grow eight arms right now!"

"Get moving! We will stop when it’s all moved out! Immediately call back all the warriors of the Summer Palace, with so much treasure, I cannot rest easy!" Liu smiled broadly, casting his gaze left and right.

"And to think, I’ve just seen those Bimon women that were sent back, truly pitiable, not one of them could walk anymore. I wonder how many more girls like that are left in Kalimantan. Every time I think about how Helen almost met the same fate, my heart aches!" The Andulan elder sighed, "These Mulanese truly deserve death, treating people like chattel for their training, this is the first time I’ve seen such a thing in my lifetime. It seems absolute force is indeed necessary."