After my rebirth, my Martial Sect will surely sweep the martial world in blood.

The temporary camp at the foot of Eagle's Beak Cliff was deserted, with only a few embers of extinguished campfires and some messy footprints remaining, which were quickly covered by fallen leaves blown by the night wind.

Led by Lin Mo, sixty elite soldiers from the mountain stronghold, carrying all their equipment, moved silently like ghosts towards the ambush site at Eagle's Beak Cliff under the cover of darkness. The team strictly adhered to their pre-arranged groups and marching order: scouts led the way, the main force moved in the middle, and the rearguard cleared any traces left behind. No one spoke; even their heavy breathing was deliberately suppressed. Only the soft rustling of footsteps over fallen leaves and the occasional slight clanging of metal against metal blended into the darkness of the forest.

Han Li, accompanied by two of his most agile scouts, remained a hundred paces ahead of the group. Their eyes scanned the surroundings sharply in the darkness, their ears listening for any unusual sounds. Following Lin Mo's strict orders, they had to ensure the absolute safety of the route to Eagle's Beak Cliff, eliminating any potential spies or accidents. Fortunately, the route was already remote, and with the night deep and quiet, they encountered nothing unusual except for a few startled birds and the occasional dart of a rabbit.

Shi Yong walked in the middle of the group, occasionally turning back to check on the rolling stone team and the support team. The men in the rolling stone team carried heavy loads such as crowbars and ropes; although it was strenuous, no one complained. The support team spread out to look after their companions who were carrying crossbows and trap materials. The entire group moved like a well-trained shadow serpent, winding its way along the rugged mountain path.

After nearly two hours of careful marching, the group finally arrived at the foot of Eagle's Beak Cliff. The massive cliff cast an even deeper shadow under the night sky, like a lurking beast. The relatively flat area at the top of the cliff was their pre-planned main ambush position.

"Stand firm in place. Scouts, expand your reconnaissance area and confirm the safety of the cliff top and surrounding area," Lin Mo ordered in a low voice, his tone cold and clear.

Han Li, leading his scouts, scaled the cliff face like cats, their figures quickly disappearing into the darkness at the top. A moment later, a short, sharp cry, mimicking an owl, echoed from above—a pre-arranged safety signal.

"Go up the cliff, keep quiet, and enter your designated areas according to your assigned groups." Lin Mo waved his hand.

The group began to climb the narrow path leading to the top of the cliff in an orderly fashion. This path, discovered during a previous reconnaissance, was quite hidden and could only allow one person to pass at a time. The group filed up, moving as slowly as possible to avoid making a sound as rocks tumbled down.

Upon reaching the top of the cliff, each group, without further instructions, immediately and silently dispersed according to the plan they had repeatedly practiced before, taking their respective ambush positions.

Under Han Li's command, the crossbowmen quickly located the best firing positions on the edge of the cliff. Using natural rock recesses and bushes as cover, they carefully positioned their powerful bows and crossbows, adjusted the firing angles, and placed their quivers within easy reach. Each crossbowman held his breath, silently calculating the distance to the road below and the possible firing trajectories.

Led by Shi Yong, the rolling stone team arrived at the pre-selected locations where natural boulders were piled up. They carefully checked the stability of the boulders and placed the crowbars in the most suitable positions to exert force. Once the signal was given, these heavy boulders would roll down the cliff with tremendous force, becoming the first wave of devastating impact.

Sun the Cripple, along with his trap team, moved like sappers on a night mission, setting up and inspecting traps at the most critical locations. They buried animal traps in the bushes along both sides of the road, scattered barbed wire in narrow sections, and cleverly secured sinew ropes between tree trunks, creating concealed tripwires. Some pre-made makeshift traps filled with gunpowder and poison were also carefully placed by the roadside, waiting to be triggered. Their movements were skilled and precise, striving to ensure that each trap would be most effective at the crucial moment.

The assault and support teams dispersed and hid behind naturally formed caves or rocks in the middle of the cliff face, where they could avoid potential arrows and quickly rush down in the event of a surprise attack. They checked their swords and sabers to ensure that their weapons could be drawn smoothly and that their leather or cotton armor was secure enough not to hinder their movements.

Lin Mo stood behind a protruding boulder atop the cliff, the command center of the entire ambush area, offering a clear view of the winding official road below. His cold gaze slowly swept across the entire ambush position, watching his men, like parts of a precision machine, take their positions and quietly blend into the darkness. His heart remained undisturbed, filled only with a chilling calculation and anticipation.

Time passed slowly in the silent lurking. As dawn approached and the first light of day appeared on the eastern horizon, a faint, pale white glow began to show, but the mountains and forests remained shrouded in the deepest darkness before dawn. The mountain chill seeped into their bones, and dew soaked the ambush attackers' clothes, but no one moved, and few even blinked. They were all frozen in place like stone statues, only the faint rise and fall of their chests proving they were alive.

Lin Mo closed his eyes and concentrated, his ears catching the sound of the wind whistling through the mountains and forests, the faint sound of a stream in the distance, and any subtle movements that might come from the end of the official road further away. His mind raced, repeatedly rehearsing the various scenarios that might occur after the ambush began, and the corresponding countermeasures. The four great families were jointly escorting the shipment, so the guards would certainly be strong, and there would definitely be many experts. This ambush was not only for the unknown "important cargo," but also to assess the strength of these future opponents, and more importantly, it was the first time since his rebirth that he had proactively challenged the order of this world.

The mysterious power within him seemed to become more active during the silent wait, slowly circulating through his meridians and resonating with the atmosphere of the surrounding mountains and forests in an indescribable way. But he firmly suppressed it, not revealing a trace of it. At this moment, what he needed was absolute concealment and patience.

As the first light of dawn gradually spread in the east, tinged with a faint glow, and the outline of the official road became increasingly clear in the dim morning light, Lin Mo suddenly opened his eyes. His keen hearing caught a sound—an extremely faint sound, but one that was gradually becoming clearer, coming from the distance along the official road.

It was the dull sound of numerous horses' hooves striking the road and wheels rolling forward, all mixed together.

He slowly raised his hand, making an extremely subtle gesture. This gesture, like a pebble thrown into still water, was instantly transmitted to the eyes of every ambush participant through a pre-arranged method.

Everyone held their breath. The crossbowmen gently nocked arrows or cocked them. The Rolling Stones team gripped their cold crowbars tightly. The trap team gave the triggers a final check. The assault and support teams leaned forward slightly, their muscles tense, like cheetahs poised to pounce.

The entire Eagle's Beak Cliff was plunged into a deathly silence, like the calm before a storm. Only the sounds of carriages and horses, growing ever closer from afar, resonated in the hearts of every lurking infiltrator.

Lin Mo's gaze, like that of the calmest eagle, was fixed on the shadows at the bend in the official road, not yet fully illuminated by the morning light, awaiting the final appearance of his prey.