The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 864

The group retreated methodically, diving behind trees and jagged rocks for cover.

Callahan moved with athletic agility, dropping back to form a defensive back-to-back stance with Bason. Keeping his voice low, he rapidly asked, "Bason, do you think we can use this turf war to infiltrate the Maengka Tribe?"

It wasn't a reckless, spur-of-the-moment idea. The Maengka Tribe was notoriously xenophobic and guarded. Their original plan of bypassing local patrols to sneak in unnoticed had a massive margin of error. But this chaotic crossfire presented a brilliant, bloody opportunity.

Tribal skirmishes were common, usually fighting over the same basic resources. From the snippets of shouting he'd caught, Callahan gathered this was just another fight over water or territory. Since their coordinates were right inside Maengka land, why not use the chaos to their advantage? Nobody expects strangers to willingly dive into the center of a brutal firefight instead of running away from it.

It was a high-risk gamble, but highly feasible.

Bason frowned deeply, his sharp eyes scanning the rugged terrain as his mind raced. He glanced at his own men. His entire mercenary squad, himself included, had mixed Southeast Asian features. They frequently got mistaken for locals during operations. Bason wondered if Callahan had noticed their racial ambiguity and cooked up the plan based on that advantage.

He weighed the pros and cons. In this lawless stretch of Northern Myanor, launching a frontal assault on a fortified compound was a suicide mission. The Maengka Tribe was so heavily guarded that a strange bird flying over the walls would get shot down, let alone a heavily armed team of outsiders. Sneaking in from the inside out was genuinely their best bet.

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