"What? Plunder the Hilus' Golden Post Road?!"

When Milan exclaimed this.

The team consisting mainly of Aiven, Milan, Gary, "Iron Bone" William, two Arawak guides, Zinaro and Paka.

Additionally, there were twenty-four former excellent navy officers from the "Storm Horn," fifty elite pirates from the "Iron Bone," and twenty temporarily recruited Arawak warriors.

A total of one hundred members of the assault team armed with the best equipment allocated from "Dierben Castle," boarded an inconspicuous smuggling merchant ship and successfully crossed the "Golden Sea" to land on the Balboa Isthmus.

And this place is also the heartland of the Hilus Kingdom in the New Continent!

Penetrating twenty kilometers into this boundless tropical rainforest, it was almost impossible to leak any information. Only then did Aiven inform his team members of their destination and mission objectives.

The very task that no one had ever done before, or many desired to do but never had the courage to attempt.

To directly infiltrate the heartland of Hilus and rob the gold, silver, and gemstones transported from the continent's west coast before they could be loaded onto ships!

No wonder everyone was moved, except for the Arawak who have a blood feud with Hilus.

"Uh... this... hehehe..."

Eventually, "Iron Bone" William, who hadn't escaped the fate of selling himself, had once fled at the sight of Hawkins, now facing the regular army of Hilus...

He only felt like he had boarded a pirate ship, one from which there was no way to disembark. After undertaking this operation with Aiven, he could only cling tightly to this thigh in the future.

William, who was well-versed in the art of self-preservation, was still considering the long term.

But the elite pirates he brought, those warriors who lived by the edge of the knife, were all boiling with bloodlust.

"Sir, really?"

"I want to kick the Hilus people's butts hard!"

"..."

Having mixed in the New Continent for so long, who among the navies, pirates, and aborigines hasn't experienced the hegemony and dominance of the Hilus people?

Robbing their merchant ships far from the navy base was one thing.

But directly robbing the gold and silver regarded as lifelines by the Hilus authority, this was something that even the Pirate Kings hadn't accomplished or dared to attempt.

The significance of this would be second only to successfully capturing the Great Treasure Fleet! If this deal were accomplished, the currently unnamed privateer fleet would surely become famous!

Looking at everyone's expressions, Aiven was very satisfied; this was precisely the effect he wanted.

Shock, excitement, fervor, disbelief...

The stronger these emotions were now, the more confidence, cohesiveness, and faith they would feel when the actual goal was finally achieved!

To a privateer fleet without official military pay, the primary income relied on the spoils, so a sufficiently enticing target could best motivate the team.

Using this first battle of the current ragtag bunch to create a miraculous beginning that others couldn't.

To mold the "soul" of this team, and gradually influence newcomers, in order to forge an elite privateer fleet, not a group of rabble who bullied the weak and feared the strong.

At least in Aiven's "Overlord Disqualification Plan," this privateer fleet was evidently meant to face the battlefield head-on; how could they be afraid to confront Hilus at this moment?

Now donning a white mask and cloaked in garments camouflaged with grass leaves and bark, Aiven ordered, "Keep advancing, camp after ten kilometers!"

The people behind, mimicking his actions, camouflaged themselves and followed Aiven back into the tropical rainforest.

The New Continent stretches from the Arctic to the Antarctic in the shape of a gourd, with the narrowest point being less than 700 kilometers, known as the Balboa Isthmus, which is where Aiven and his team were currently located, mainly composed of rainforest, mountains, inland seas, and rivers.

On land, this area is sandwiched between the Vice-Kingdom of New Hilus in the north and the Vice-Kingdom of New Granada in the south. To the west, it is bordered by the Hilus' most powerful Broken Star Sea, and to the east lies a coast full of navy bases, including Fort Navedad, where the New Continent Navy Headquarters is located.

Hilus's inherent power surrounds all sides; although there are no settlements in the rainforest, it is indeed the core area of Hilus.

However, even though Hilus has ruled here for nearly a hundred years.

But in the complex terrain of the Balboa Isthmus, no navigable route for ships exists to connect the east and west coasts.

So, they generally first transport the gold and silver produced by the Secret Dragon, New Granada, and New Hilus by sea to Balboa City on the Broken Star Sea side.

Then, with mules, they transport it through the tropical forests of the Balboa Isthmus to Dios Port on the Golden Sea side, before shipping it back to the country.

The forest road crossing the isthmus is called the "Golden Post Road"!

The invincible Hilus Fleet on the seas might have capsized for various reasons, but on land, this "Golden Post Road" never had any issues.

Under normal circumstances.

After the Grand Fleet sets sail in early spring, a small fleet sails back to Hilus in autumn. Before that, this "Golden Post Road" would only be used.

But the current situation is clearly not enough to give them half a year to prepare leisurely.

They can only advance what they have and transport all their stocked gold and silver to Dios on the Golden Sea side, along with the loot collected during this period to be shipped back home.

This precisely presented Aiven with an opportunity.

Having long set his sights here, Aiven, ever since receiving authorization to establish a privateer fleet, had dispatched his reconnaissance team to conduct comprehensive control.

The extreme detection range of each sea bird could cover a circular area with a diameter of fifty kilometers. Now, by forming a network with the 150 seagulls imbued with "Mind Connection" and "Spirit Body Transformation" in hand.

As long as Aiven wishes, he can completely lie in Hatrafa Port in the northern Golden Sea and have a full view of Balboa City on the other side of the Broken Star Sea, nearly three thousand kilometers away!

Then, after meeting with the Arawak people who had long been engaged in guerrilla warfare against the Hilus people, he received some intelligence about the escort convoy from them, which finally finalized the action plan.

Thus.

A few days ago, from the feedback of the Seagulls.

Aiven discovered in Balboa City, on the other side of the isthmus, ships arriving from the south and north, and a large number of mules and horses being conscripted.

After dispatching Spirit Body Seagulls to approach and detect the mysterious cargo packed in wooden crates, it was confirmed to be the target they were waiting for.

So he quickly organized his men to head straight for the "Golden Post Road."

Such a baggage train marching through the mountains and forests, even with a crudely built post road, could only cover a straight-line distance of 30 kilometers in a day (daytime only) at most.

Crossing the Balboa Isthmus would take them at least 20 more days.

To be safe, Aiven even came here to ambush more than ten days in advance, and no matter how cautious the treasure convoy was, they could never escape the real-time surveillance of the Seagulls.

This is a dominance in the field of intelligence!

Zi! Zi! Zi!...

To fit the current identity of the "White Knight," Aiven didn't use witchcraft but let Gary wield a long knife up front to clear the way.

In the group, everyone was either an Extraordinary or an elite among ordinary people, and they had already reached the previously selected campsite before dark.

A level ground with a fresh water stream and a wind-sheltered hill, perfect for setting up a campsite, and only seven kilometers away from the final ambush site chosen by Aiven.

When the treasure convoy relaxed vigilance only a day away from the rainforest exit, it would be unexpectedly intercepted in one fell swoop!

"Set up camp, and be diligent; we need to stay here for half a month."

At this time, Aiven and his men didn't need to do the manual work; that was naturally taken over by his subordinates, which also highlighted the gap in outdoor survival abilities among the three factions of warriors.

Aiven observed all this.

The Aboriginal Arawak people were the undisputed first, the pirates of the "Iron Bone" performed the worst, while the Navy soldiers, who had undergone essential military training, were slightly inferior to the aboriginals.

However, on the sea, the order might likely switch with soldiers first, pirates second, and Arawak people third.

Overall comparison, the naval soldiers under Aiven still had the highest combat literacy.

Currently.

Only these twenty-four seasoned confidants remained by Aiven's side; they had followed him through numerous battles, and their combat strength, experience, and insight were unmatched by ordinary pirates or aboriginals with unorthodox fighting styles.

This batch of people would become the backbone of the future privateer fleet, and those who performed excellently might even become captains of the new privateer ships.

Moreover, from the beginning, Aiven had kept public and private matters separate, not allowing the Navy and the pirates of the privateer fleet to mix.

In the future, the "Storm Horn" would be the flagship for Brigadier General Aiven's official military, while the "Venus" heavy cruiser would be the flagship of the privateer fleet.

Soon after nightfall.

After initial adjustments, the raiding party finally settled in an orderly fashion.

The first day had consumed considerable physical energy, so Aiven did not have them hunt, and the small amount of game could not feed over a hundred people.

It's only half a month, and they carried enough provisions to last.

After a not-too-rudimentary dinner.

Snore... snore...

With the night watch arranged, most of them, having traveled all day, drifted into a deep sleep amidst the increasingly active calls of the rainforest's nocturnal creatures.

However.

This first night in the jungle clearly wasn't going to let these outsiders rest peacefully.

Close to midnight, also when the first shift change occurred.

"Captain..."

Inside a separate tent, Aiven, who was busy writing on several rolls of the "Totem Warrior Training Method," suddenly heard an urgent call from outside.

It was the voice of Baldwin, one of the twenty-four confidants accompanying him.

"In the future, call me White Knight or Sir, what's the matter?"

Initially, Aiven didn't think much of it because the Seagulls hadn't given him any abnormal feedback.

However, Baldwin's next sentence made him jump up completely.

"Sir, something's happened! We just did a headcount during the shift change, and one of the previous dark sentinels is missing without a trace!"

Whoosh—

He whipped open the tent flap like a flash of lightning.

"How is this possible?!"

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