Chieftain Stronghold.
In the temporary conference hall atop the eastern gate tower, Chekov, Sanyou Weimen, and the others sat together, smiling as they watched the 70,000 Great Angels outside.
"I'm attacking. I'm attacking the Iron Blood Brotherhood's farming grounds this afternoon," Lennon said excitedly. He no longer knew who could stop him, but if he wanted to attack, he needed Chekov and the others' approval—especially the scrolls provided by Chekov, Liu Jie, and the others.
Chekov and Liu Jie exchanged glances, then smiled and nodded. Chekov said, "My dear Lord Lennon, the ambush will take place this afternoon, which will be the latter half of the night for the Iron Blood Brotherhood."
Sanyou Weimen said, "The scrolls and other supplies are still being transported. They'll be distributed at noon. I hope you can successfully bomb Lu Yang's farming grounds and win this air battle."
"Leave it to me." Lennon's eyes reddened with excitement.
He turned and left, leaping into the sky. Looking at his subordinates training in close-range aerial combat, he said with satisfaction, "Brothers, the battle begins this afternoon. Get ready—we're going to bomb the Iron Blood Brotherhood's farming grounds."
"Roar~!"
The 70,000 Great Angels cried out excitedly. They had waited far too long. At last, this day had come.
Elsewhere.
When it was noon on Lennon's side, it was deep in the night for the Iron Blood Brotherhood. Tu Feng immediately passed the news to Lu Yang, and Lu Yang finally relaxed.
During this time, Lennon's 70,000 Great Angels had been like a sword hanging over Lu Yang's head. He had never known when it might fall.
If Lennon's sneak attack succeeded and the Iron Blood Brotherhood's farming grounds were bombed, the losses suffered by the guild's players would be immeasurable.
A single successful bombing run meant a