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

The explosions were not frequent, but they were much louder. A huge fireball exploded, mercilessly engulfing several goblin support soldiers.

This is because the purpose of this landmine deployment is not to maximize damage but to determine the distance.

Just like the distance where no landmines exploded.

All of this is to ensure that the enemy is within the kill range, thereby maximizing the killing effect of the giant wood shotgun.

The intense firelight pierced the darkness, and the orange glow shone on the remaining goblin support soldiers, illuminating their fearful and numb faces.

"fire!"

After the count was finished, Zhan Shuai's cold and emotionless voice rang out again.

The players from the Second Artillery Corps excitedly lit the fuse.

Boom! Boom!

The wooden wall trembled, the cannon recoiled slightly, and a fierce tongue of fire exploded in the darkness, emitting white smoke.

Scrap metal and gravel flew out, spreading out in a fan shape, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the goblin support soldiers.

Blood splattered from the bodies of the goblin support soldiers, who numbered only about ten, and they fell to the ground, turning into corpses.

There are far too few goblin support units this time.

The deadly web of shotgun shells was only partially blocked by the goblin support soldiers using their bodies.

The remaining scrap metal and rubble, still carrying considerable force, sliced ​​through the air and struck the wooden shield.

Bang bang bang!

The scrap metal and rubble rained down on the wooden shield, but did not cause much damage.

It left only a trace, causing the wooden shield to tremble before falling limply to the ground.

This is the weakness of shotguns, although they can inflict considerable damage on unarmored and lightly armored enemies.

However, it is less effective against heavily armored enemies and those hiding behind shields.

Fortunately, the goblin's shield wasn't the kind that could cover the whole body; it could only cover half the body and was used to defend against slashes and thrusts.

Many shards and pebbles hit the legs or half of the body of the goblin war squad's front-line members, breaking through their leather armor and leaving bruises or wounds.

These injuries, while not enough to immediately render them incapacitated and cause them to collapse, are enough to cause them to die from infection a few days later.

now.

Above the battlefield, the enormous, blazing fireball still lingered, allowing everyone on the city wall to clearly see the carnage and details of the battle.

The battlefield was littered with the corpses of gray-black goblins, blood and severed limbs stained the ground, and smoke filled the air.

The forty or fifty goblin supervisors who were supposed to charge forward instead stopped in place in a strange and orderly fashion.

Logically speaking, forty or fifty people charging on the battlefield shouldn't stop in such a neat and orderly fashion.

But it happened.

The supervising soldiers stopped thirty meters away, staring in fear at the mangled corpses of the goblin support soldiers ahead.

The enemy's methods were truly terrifying; they only covered a distance of seventy or eighty meters, the distance of a single charge.

One or two hundred auxiliary soldiers fell to the ground without any explanation.

They knew that charging through that short thirty-meter stretch ahead would surely bury them.

So they stopped.

"Charge! Charge!"

Behind them, the hoarse roar of the goblin war squad leader rang out again.

But this time, no one listened to him.

"I'll charge at your mother!"

"You're fucking sending us to our deaths!"

"Fuck you!"

The goblin overseer team turned around, completely ignoring their captain's shouts, and scattered and fled.

The squad leader patted the dire wolf and tried to stop them, but the scale of the rout was beyond his ability to stop alone.

Upon seeing the captain of the supervisory team blocking their way, the goblins did not hesitate. They raised their spears and charged at the captain with hatred in their eyes.

Although the captain of the supervisory team was strong, he was used to bullying others and never expected that these goblins would dare to attack him.

Furthermore, he was positioned in front of the fleeing crowd, and there were numerous goblins attacking him, so there were no surprises.

Before he could even swing his saber, the dire wolf and his exposed body were pierced by several spears.

Immediately afterwards, the captain of the supervisory team was thrown away by the dire wolf, which was in pain and went berserk.

puff!puff!

The spear was flung out, blood splattered everywhere, and a goblin, without stopping, turned around and spat at the fallen squad leader.

"Damn it! You dare send your brothers to their deaths? I'll send you to your death first!"

After saying that, he never looked back and fled the open space.

Chapter 76 Pretending to be cool is like the wind, always by my side (Please continue reading)

"...As expected of the Blackscale Clan!"

Standing on the city wall, watching the retreating goblin soldiers under the firelight, Mog couldn't help but sigh.

Although he had already witnessed it when the bones were shattered last time, he was still inevitably shocked.

The feeling is even more awe-inspiring, especially at this distance.

However, what shocked him the most was his ears.

It still hurts a bit now.

"This attack should be over..."

Mog muttered to himself, but his pupils suddenly contracted sharply, and he shouted.

"Oh no! Quick, hide!"

On the open ground, the fireball gradually dissipated, leaving only thick white smoke, and the flames gradually weakened.

At this final moment, dozens of people wielding bows and arrows suddenly rushed out of the forest.

They came from both sides, deliberately bypassing the scattered goblin overseers, and converged on the center.

These archers were clearly the elite of the elite; their movements were synchronized, and once they had closed in enough distance, they lined up in formation.

Dozens of longbows were drawn back simultaneously, aimed at the sky.

shhhhhh!

The bowstring twanged, and the arrow pierced the air, shooting out.

As night fell, arrows gleaming with cold light appeared in the sky, raining down on the wooden city walls.

Bang bang bang!

A sparse rain of arrows struck the wooden city wall with muffled thuds.

Fortunately, the players and the warriors of the Rainbow Scale Clan reacted quickly, and the moment the goblin archers appeared, they had already taken cover behind the crenellations on the city wall.

Some took out shields to block the sparse rain of arrows.

One player who was slow to dodge and was chatting and laughing got shot, but it only hit his arm.

The player calmly broke off the arrow and casually bandaged it.

This drew admiration from the dragonblood warriors of the surrounding Rainbow Scale Clan.

"Something's not right about this rain of arrows."

Crouching behind the arrow stack, Mog looked at the War General hiding behind another arrow stack and said solemnly.

"Too slow, too blatant, isn't it?"

Leaning against the crenellations of the wooden city wall, Zhan Shuai smiled and asked.

"It's like something's being hidden?"

"Correct."

Mog stared at Zhan Shuai's appearance for a moment, then a smile appeared on his lips.

"Did Mr. Zhan Shuai guess Iron Crocodile's thoughts?"

"listen."

Zhan Shuai smiled confidently, and after speaking, made a shushing gesture.

Mog listened intently.

Aside from some players' incomprehensible curses, the only sounds in the wind were the howling of the wind and the rustling of the leaves.

Mog ignored the players' distractions and listened attentively.