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

The captain of the supervisory team made no further attempt to conceal his anger, and his roar echoed through the forest.

The supervising soldiers began to advance in orderly formation.

puff!puff!

Several goblin support soldiers who retreated quickly were instantly and mercilessly pierced by iron spears.

The goblin support soldier's thin body was hoisted high into the air, and warm blood flowed down the spear shaft, dripping onto the ground.

"Those who retreat, die! Charge forward! Stomp those bomb traps!"

The captain of the supervisory team roared, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace.

He brandished his saber, cleaving a goblin who was trying to run to either side in two.

The goblins behind could only move forward, colliding with the goblins in front who hadn't had time to retreat.

The already chaotic formation was compressed, with hundreds of goblin support troops squeezed tightly together.

People were packed together, chests pressed against backs, shoulders bumping against shoulders.

The fear of death made the goblins in the front row want to run to the back.

But his companions behind him gave him no room to retreat or stop.

The goblins in the back row formed a wall of flesh, pushing forward relentlessly.

The goblins in the front row were pushed and shoved forward by their companions behind them.

"Stop pushing! There's a bomb ahead! You'll die!"

"Stop! Please stop!"

"Mommy, save me! Mommy, save me!"

The cries continued, but they could not shake the hearts of the compatriots in the rear.

Only if their compatriots die can they survive.

Click! Click! Click!

The goblins' feet once again struck the keys of death.

A crisp sound rang out.

Boom! Boom!

"Ahhh!"

Immediately afterwards, a deafening explosion and screams echoed across the open space.

The dense formation made the casualties even more severe.

A large number of goblin support soldiers fell and turned into corpses on the ground.

Even those who survived would be trampled to death.

"Scatter! Spread out!"

The goblin war squad leader was also clever; noticing this, he immediately shouted.

Fear made the goblin support soldiers do what they instinctively did, but for every meter they advanced, some goblin support soldiers still fell.

But with the enemy's rear guard lined up with spears, they still advanced, stepping over the corpses of their comrades.

Sixty meters.

Fifty meters.

Forty meters.

Finally, with the lives of their comrades paved the way, the goblin support soldiers could see the wooden wall hidden in the darkness ahead.

There were no more explosions or clicking sounds around him.

Amidst the screams and fear, the battlefield fell into a long-awaited tranquility.

Just as the remaining goblins were feeling relieved, thinking there was no terrifying bomb, a loud shout suddenly came from ahead.

"fire!!"

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Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of loud explosions rang out from the wooden city wall, and more than a dozen orange flames exploded on the wall, standing out conspicuously in the darkness.

shhhhhh!

Countless scrap metal pieces and stones burst forth from the cannon muzzle.

They spread out in the darkness, quickly weaving a web of death, advancing with terrifying speed towards the goblin support troops.

in the dark.

The goblin support soldier had barely caught a glimpse of the firelight on the wooden wall when the net of death had already fallen upon him.

boom! boom! boom!

The dull thuds of impacts and the scrap metal slicing through flesh echoed continuously.

At a distance of just over thirty meters, even though the black powder was not very powerful and the wooden cannon barrel was of poor quality, the scrap iron and gravel still produced tremendous power.

in the dark.

Countless dazzling blood blossoms burst open, and goblin support soldiers fell down with cries of agony.

Immediately afterwards, his companions behind him mercilessly trampled on him, crushing him to death.

"First artillery crew, clean and load! Second artillery crew, prepare!"

The wooden city wall was filled with acrid gunpowder smoke. The war commander seemed not to hear the goblins' screams in front of him. He remained expressionless and gave another order.

"Tsk, face-to-face with a magnified megaphone! That's fucking stress-relieving!"

"Hahaha! Now I finally understand why Patrick Star loves shooting cannons so much! It's so awesome!"

"From this day forward, art is Patrick Star! I want to be an artist!"

The players in the first group muttered to themselves, excitedly pulling back the disposable giant wooden cannon.

He picked up the long wooden pole with the tattered animal hide tied to it from the ground, inserted it into the cannon barrel, cleaned up the debris, and refilled it with gunpowder and gravel.

With this method of use, the disposable giant wooden cannon will basically not explode.

After all, the amount of explosives was too small, and there was no airtightness whatsoever, so most of the energy was wasted.

At most, the wooden cannon barrel wouldn't withstand the explosion, the barrel would rupture, and the barrel would burst, rendering it unusable.

"It's our turn! It's our turn!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! I can't wait!"

The players of the Second Artillery Group, who were already incredibly excited, grabbed their tinderboxes, adjusted the giant wooden cannons mounted on the wooden wall, aimed, and awaited the commander's orders.

Many players are not very obedient, but since we all know each other and we had already given instructions before, no one is causing trouble at this time.

Even Patrick Star didn't increase the amount of gunpowder this time without permission.

Looking down, the commander did not immediately order the cannons to fire, but instead silently counted in his mind.

35, 34...

On an open space.

The remaining few dozen goblin support soldiers were stunned by the explosion, their faces filled with fear and their eyes glazed over.

Fear was also evident in the eyes of the goblin overseer team at the rear.

On the ground, those alchemical bombs were terrifying.

Stepping on it means death.

There's also that unknown weapon used by the kobolds.

As soon as the firelight appeared and a whooshing sound was heard, a large number of goblin support soldiers fell in front of them, with inexplicable wounds on their bodies.

The dog-headed men on the city wall looked like demons.

But they still didn't retreat, pressing forward rapidly.

Because there were still goblin support troops ahead of them.

As long as those goblin support soldiers are alive, they will not die.

They didn't even consider those low-ranking auxiliary soldiers as their own kind.

The advance of the goblin war corps squeezed out the remaining goblin support troops.

Click! Click!

Several goblin support soldiers accidentally stepped on landmines, and the metallic clang rang out again, like the whisper of death.

Boom!

Boom!