You promised to wreak havoc on the dungeon, but instead you've got Dragon Slime!

"Then this battle will essentially pin them down on the spot."

Ron glanced at the map and whispered, "Burn."

A ruthless glint flashed in Viser's eyes: "Who will go?"

"I."

Ron put it bluntly, "I'll lead the first raiding party straight into the camp, while Viser will lead the illusion team to flank from behind, create a false point, and draw the enemy's attention."

"Retreat immediately after burning; if the enemy moves, form a horizontal line according to the pre-set battle line."

"Let them fight us for our rear lines."

An hour later.

The morning wind carried dust and sand as the troops advanced to within three miles of the enemy's supply depot.

Ron rode a modified bone snake mount, followed by fifty elite soldiers, all demolition and oil soldiers, their faces smeared with soot, their eyes shining.

No one spoke up, and no one beat the drum.

This isn't war, it's "drawing knives".

Like a knife, they cut into the rock crevices, step by step, close to the earth, avoiding the sentry posts, cutting through two rope traps, and sneaking into the edge of the camp.

The enemy was unaware.

The people over there were still eating breakfast. Several cooks were stirring the porridge by the pot, chatting as they did so, betting on when Ron's army would dare to make a move.

Ron didn't keep them waiting long.

He raised his hand and waved, and the oil soldier threw the cloth bag that had been prepared beforehand into the bottom of the warehouse.

"point."

The next second, a wall of fire rose up across the entire camp.

With a loud crash, even the pot was overturned.

The enemy was completely dumbfounded.

They never expected Ron to dare to move the supplies so early, and the whole camp was thrown into chaos.

Dozens of people ran towards the fire, and several commanders were still searching for the enemy when they were hit by explosive bone claws that fell from the sky, their heads split open.

Ron didn't stop.

He charged forward, setting fires as he went, his bone blade sweeping through the crowd like mowing grass. Within five minutes, the entire granary was ablaze, and the fire, fueled by the wind, instantly licked at more than a dozen main beams.

The campsite is completely gone.

He had no intention of prolonging the fight, and turned around to shout, "Retreat!"

The team quickly retreated eastward, using the pre-arranged escape route to get away.

Almost simultaneously, in the southwest, Viser set fire to the fake barracks created by the Illusion Group, attracting two hundred enemy troops to rush there.

Back and forth, the entire allied forces' formation was completely thrown into chaos.

At noon.

When Ron returned to the camp, the smell of burning oil still lingered on his armor, and he was covered in ash, but his expression was frighteningly calm.

Claudia rushed forward immediately: "The result?"

"It's all burned."

"You've grabbed Bacchus by the neck."

Ron nodded: "Let's see how he responds."

At this time, at the camp of the outer alliance.

Bacchus nearly broke the scepter in his hand.

"How dare he..."

"How dare he!"

He turned to stare at his deputy general, almost shouting, "Didn't you say he was going to play it safe and attack slowly? What do you call this?"

The lieutenant bowed his head: "...Ron just starts attacking without any regard for the rules."

"This person... is insane."

Bakus took several deep breaths to calm his anger.

"Issue the order that all outer-line troops must not stray more than five li from the main camp."

"The defense line is contracting."

"Tell the regimental commanders—our supplies are running out; we must now fight head-on."

"Didn't he want us to take action?"

"Then give it to him."

"Tomorrow, war will begin."

The mornings in the Ironbone Wasteland are different from those on the plains; there is no morning dew, no birdsong, only sand.

When the wind blows, the sand scrapes your face like razor blades, making it impossible to open your eyes, and your mouth is full of dirt as soon as you open your mouth.

Ron sat on the high platform, overlooking the entire front line.

The five thousand men were arrayed in five sections, with the Wilderness Cavalry and Poison Resistance troops on the two flanks, and the newly reorganized "Rock Wall Defense Regiment" in the center, lined up like a moving stone wall, completely still.

Behind them were the supply depot and the dispatch battalion, and further back was Claudia, who was in charge of the main command.

And ahead—the Allied Forces from the outer regions were already pressing in.

The vanguard, which had circled around from the other side of the mountain, was lined up in a row. Their flags were in disarray, indicating that it was a hastily assembled regiment, but there were so many of them that you couldn't see the end of them.

There were seven or eight hundred shield soldiers standing in the very front row alone.

Ron glanced at it but didn't say anything.

Viser climbed up from behind, panting, and handed over a new intelligence report: "They've withdrawn all the outer perimeter troops; this wave is the main force gathering on the front."

"Our estimate was correct; Bacchus really wants to take us down head-on."

He thought you would avoid it.

“He’s too eager to win,” Ron said casually.

As the sun rose higher, the enemy's drums sounded.

The tapping was repeated three times, each strike feeling like a blow to the chest, making one feel tight and suffocated.

The extraterrestrial alliance has begun to move.

The shield-bearers at the front, heavily armored, advanced in orderly formation, their footsteps causing a slight tremor in the ground.

Behind them came the halberdiers, who advanced, forming an arc-shaped attack formation far away.

They fought very steadily, without being greedy for speed or rushing forward; it was clear they were there to hold the line with instructions.

Ron watched for a while, then whispered, "Make the rock wall move."

"Rockwall Defense Regiment! Advance!"

At the messenger's command, the newly formed unit marched out in formation for the first time.

The armor worn by each soldier in this unit is different from that of ordinary soldiers. They wear heavy, close-fitting armor with "wall supports" on both sides, as if they are carrying an iron keel.

It walks with a heavy but steady gait.

As they walked, they fastened the shields to their forearms and then lined up neatly in the first horizontal line in the center front.

The cavalry on both flanks did not move; only the central army advanced.

Upon witnessing this scene, the drums of the allied forces from the outer regions paused slightly.

Clearly, they had never seen this kind of force before.

The next second, Bakus's commanders spurred their horses forward and shouted the order for the first wave of attack.

The enemy's front line accelerated.

Ron stood at the rear, keeping a close eye on the line of attack.

When they were only fifty meters away from the rock wall defense regiment, they raised their hand:

"Charge up!"

The rock wall group crouched down, the front row raised their shields, and the back row braced their spears against the ground, while the supports behind them began to make a "click-clack" sound.

The next second, the first wave of enemy troops charged forward.

We ran right into each other.

"boom--!!"

The sound was like two city walls crashing together.

The enemy's first rank was thrown back as if they had hit an iron wall.

Before the people in the back row could react, they were all tripped up, and the entire attacking line collapsed.

Viser gasped, "This defense... is even stronger than I thought."

Ron didn't speak, only saying, "Keep pushing forward."

……

Chapter 165

The enemy commanders weren't stupid either.

They found the rock face difficult to penetrate, so they immediately mobilized their flanks to launch a diagonal attack, attempting to encircle it.

Ron had been waiting for this move.

He waved his hand: "Poison resistance troops, flank!"

The poison-resistant soldiers brought in from Snake Bone Valley moved now, but instead of knives, they were carrying "poison spray tubes" filled with specially made poisonous fog that was only effective against enemy troops.