The dragon just wants to stay at home, but the players are frantically upgrading their technology.

The overall strategy for tactical players, the development strategy for infrastructure players, and the first-person perspective of ordinary players.

I think this is a great medium that allows me to write about extraordinary wars.

I want to write about a colossal warship that blots out the sky, traversing the heavens, with mages chanting in unison, unleashing a cataclysmic spell.

I want to write about asymmetric warfare by special forces.

I also want to write about the clash between supernatural weapons and industrial weapons.

I also want to write about the player's industrial revolution, and I also want to write about the magic power revolution.

May these transformations propel the times, advance civilization, and reach even greater heights.

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Chapter 73 Eye Contact (Please continue reading)

"My lord, a message has come from General Bronze Whistle's messenger."

"The grain convoy was hijacked. When he arrived, the second lair, which served as a transit point, had already been breached, the grain had been looted, and most of the goblins had disappeared."

Under the shade of trees atop the mountain, a scout knelt on one knee, reporting the news to Iron Crocodile.

Iron Crocodile stood on the edge of the cliff, his back to the scout, toying with a short white bone in his hand, gazing into the distance.

"General Tongshao estimated that the enemy numbered around seventy or eighty men. They were powerful and moved extremely quickly. His infantry was too numerous and his baggage was too heavy, making it difficult to catch up."

"waste."

Hearing this result, Iron Crocodile had expected it, but he still couldn't help but tighten his grip.

With a "crack," the short bone shattered, and Iron Crocodile's face darkened.

Previously, after confirming that a unit had entered the rear to raid his base, he did not send a large army to reinforce, but instead chose to divide his forces.

Led by Tongshao, more than two hundred lightly armored infantry and a small number of wolf riders engaged that force.

He led his main force south and easily captured the camp of the Rainbow Scale Clan.

But it was clear that the copper whistle team had failed and had not caught up with the troops.

The defenders of the second lair were utterly useless.

They fought the simplest defensive battle, but couldn't even hold out until the whistle came to their aid before being captured in one fell swoop.

"Order Copper Whistle to requisition grain and goblins from the rear to restore the transit function of Nest No. 2."

"He would then personally escort the grain supplies to ensure their availability."

Iron Crocodile casually tossed the shattered short bone in his hand onto the ground and said coldly.

"If the grain is lost, the person in charge will be executed without mercy."

"Yes!"

The goblin scout, having received the order, turned and entered the forest, mounted his dire wolf, and galloped away.

As the scout left, another of Iron Crocodile's personal guards rushed over.

"My lord, within a hundred miles around, all wild beasts have been driven away, and all edible plants and unripe wild fruits have been picked clean."

"The hunting party has a very small harvest, the blood of the dire wolves is hard to come by, and the army's food supplies are already in dire straits, with less than seven days left."

The guard knelt on one knee, his expression one of panic.

"I understand, I have a plan."

Iron Crocodile remained standing with his back to the camera, gazing into the distance without a trace of panic, as if he were completely at ease.

"Yes."

Seeing Iron Crocodile's appearance, the guards found their pillar of support and calmed down.

"The amount of military rations is a top secret. If you spread it around, you will be executed according to military law."

Before the guards left, Gray Owl, standing beside Iron Crocodile, gave a cold reminder.

The guard's face showed fear. He responded and then turned and left.

Watching the goblin guards depart, Gray Owl withdrew his gaze, turned around, and looked down with Iron Crocodile.

At this moment, the sky is clear and blue.

The midday sun hung high in the sky, its scorching rays pouring down relentlessly, casting a pale white hue over the world.

A suffocating sense of anxiety and unease permeated the air.

The earth was scorching hot, and waves of heat rose up, distorting the air and the light and shadow.

Iron Crocodile and Gray Owl were watching the camp nestled on the mountainside amidst the verdant forest.

That camp was the closest camp of the Rainbow Scale Clan to the Green Scale Tribe in the central part of the Blackstone Mountains.

Clearly, the camp has been reinforced these days.

The trees within a hundred meters of the Yingmen hillside were cleared away, and barricades and various defensive measures were set up.

The wooden walls were also thickened and raised, making the entire camp resemble a fortified city, easy to defend and difficult to attack.

"With their fortified defenses and scorched earth, it seems the Blackscale Dog-Headed Men anticipated we wouldn't fall for their trap and are waiting in ambush."

Turning his head, Gray Owl glanced at the cold-faced Iron Crocodile and asked.

"We don't have much food left. Do we have a plan?"

"Yes! We can take this kind of camp within five days and use the war to sustain the war effort."

Iron Crocodile's eyes revealed a savage look as he gazed at the fortress halfway up the mountain.

"I'm afraid there isn't much food stored inside!"

"The gray owl spoke up."

"Heh, kobolds, aren't they a kind of food too?"

Iron Crocodile didn't reply, staring at the fortified village, his tone calm.

"Too."

Gray Owl nodded, not particularly surprised.

He was used to this kind of thing.

That's how they survived the Skaven Wars; when they ran out of food, the corpses of goblin soldiers would even become food.

Humans would do the same in difficult times.

Just as Iron Crocodile and Gray Owl were about to turn around, suddenly, a small white dot lit up in the Rainbow Scale Clan's stronghold, pointing directly in their direction.

Gray Owl and Iron Crocodile stopped and stared at the small dot in the distance.

Standing on the wooden city wall, Zhan Shuai closed one eye, twisted the monocular telescope in his hand, and looked at the Iron Crocodile and Gray Owl on the mountaintop.

The monocular telescope is made up of several sections of iron pipe joined together, with the front lens having a greenish tint and tiny air bubbles.

He asked a craftsman player to make this for him; currently, there are only three such players among all players.

The other two are in Baicaoyuan and Cangshou.

"So many scouts died, yet they still haven't considered giving up some high points."

Zhan Shuai put down his monocular telescope and smiled.

"Their military skills are quite good, but unfortunately they are a bit dogmatic."