Two hours later.
Lu Yang led more than ten thousand members of the Iron Blood Brotherhood toward Feng Mountain. By a little after five in the morning, the force had passed through a dense forest and arrived at the foot of a great mountain.
Though it was already morning, winter dawns were still pitch-black. Only the faint moonlight in the sky revealed the outline of the mountain before them.
Lu Yang looked at Han Fei beside him and said, "Find their sentry posts and kill them."
"Mm." Han Fei was followed by twenty lean warriors, all assassins Han Zhong had trained years ago to protect Lu Yang.
They were far weaker than Zhuojiu and Bai Shi, but they were incredibly fast and excelled at using daggers.
To make their nighttime assassinations more effective, each of them carried a dagger made of Starsteel, along with six Starsteel throwing knives. It was an extremely lavish loadout.
More importantly, they had infrared night-vision goggles and thermal scanners, military supplies that had just been shipped over from the Imperial Capital.
Though Harpies were creatures from another world, they were still flesh-and-blood beings, meaning they had body heat. In such bitter cold, their bodies could easily be detected by thermal scanners.
Elsewhere, near a cave halfway up the mountain, the Harpies had set up eight sentry posts covering all eight directions. Each post had two Harpies watching the surroundings, but none of them were keeping a careful lookout. Instead, they had all left their posts and hidden behind wind-sheltered rocks to sleep.
The days of war had left the Harpies exhausted. Besides, they had been in this world for nearly a year, and humans had never launched a counterattack beyond Feng City's territory.
During the first month or two after arriving in this world,