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

No one answered Cofinley's question; the Warmaster remained silent, pretending to be an expert.

The principle of "caliber is justice" had no interest in paying him any attention.

"Forehead……"

Mog could only awkwardly turn his gaze away and look down, trying to figure out and construct the marching route of the kobold army.

But no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't figure it out.

How did an elite force of thirty men manage to outflank the goblins from behind when the high ground was occupied by the enemy?

It should be noted that when thirty people march together, they leave behind a great deal of traces, making it very difficult to conceal their whereabouts.

In fact, the method used by Zhan Shuai was extremely simple.

If there are too many people, it will be easy to be discovered, so just disperse!

The presence of thirty people gathered together would leave a strong impression and be easily detected.

If thirty people were scattered into a vast forest, they would vanish without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

The goblin army had few scouts and could not fully cover the surrounding area, only conducting a cursory inspection, which led to this situation.

Such an operation was something that armies in the era of cold weapons could not do at all, and could not even imagine.

In the era of cold weapons, armies mainly relied on collective blind obedience and the high-pressure rule of supervisory teams.

If they were to break up into smaller groups and enter the forest, the soldiers would immediately flee.

Furthermore, gathering people together is even more difficult.

Just knowing the way, setting a time to assemble, and transmitting orders were challenges that stumped all armies of the era of cold weapons.

All the players need to do is post a map and shout it out offline.

Completely overwhelming in individual soldier quality.

"Now, let's see how General Shattered Bones responds."

The warlord looked down at the goblin army that had quelled the riot, a smile appearing on his lips.

It can be seen that this goblin army and the ability of the Bonecrusher are quite good.

Unfortunately, they encountered other players.

The war commander gazed at the kobold armored army behind him until they pressed into a certain position, then looked at the liaison officer behind him.

"Second round of artillery fire, prepare!"

Upon hearing this, the player who was acting as the liaison lost focus once again.

Listening to the warlord's words, Mog and Finley looked at the goblin army that was gradually regrouping, their eyes filled with pity and sympathy.

Chapter 42 A Path to Life or a Path to Death

Abandoned trade routes.

Smoke filled the air, and the air was thick with the smells of sulfur and blood.

Terrified by the explosion, some goblins dropped their weapons and rushed fearfully into the forest.

A goblin support soldier was approaching the forest, his eyes gleaming with the joy and excitement of impending safety.

He had just noticed that the alchemical bombs falling from the sky rarely landed in the forest.

The forest is sheltered by the canopy of trees, so once you enter, it is safe.

Pfft!

A spearhead pierced through flesh and blood, protruding from the chest of the goblin auxiliary soldier, from which bright red blood flowed.

The goblin's hope for survival gradually faded, and his body was provoked.

It turned out that two goblin guards with blood-painted faces were riding dire wolves and charging over.

One of the goblin guards pierced him from behind with a spear.

The goblin guards dragged the corpses of the goblin support soldiers, then yanked on a wolf's fur.

The dire wolf turned and left deep scratch marks on the ground before stopping in front of the forest.

"Go back! Or die!"

With a casual flick of his wrist, he tossed aside the goblin support soldier's corpse from his spear. The goblin guards stood in front of the forest, coldly watching the fleeing goblin support soldiers.

The blood-dripping spear tip and the corpse of the goblin support soldier filled the remaining goblin support soldiers with fear, making them completely afraid to move.

Looking back, the black flag with blood-red markings still stood tall.

Beneath the military flag, Broken Bones' face was extremely gloomy.

"That damned rat, hiding its head and tail!"

Beneath the banner, Broken Bones' face was extremely gloomy, and he suddenly swung his horse-slaying sword down.

A goblin soldier, panicked and screaming, was instantly cleaved in two.

Scalding blood splattered on the faces of several nearby goblin soldiers.

Fear brought them to their feet, and they slowly regained their senses.

After suppressing the ordinary soldiers, his battle-hardened instincts made Shattered Bones turn back and look into the distance.

Sure enough, an army of kobolds appeared on the abandoned trade route behind them.

It was a heavily armored army of about thirty men, running towards them at an extremely fast speed.

Turning his gaze away, Broken Bones saw no fear in his eyes, only savagery and composure.

The enemy is still some distance away.

The enemy's tactic must be incredibly valuable and cannot be used repeatedly.

If they can quickly assemble their troops during this period, they can still win the war by relying on their numerical advantage.

"Don't panic! Stop! Stop!"

Shattered Bones sank down, suppressing the dire wolf king's reaction, and used magic to unleash a thunderous roar.

"The enemy has run out of witchcraft and alchemical bombs! Don't panic!"

"Assemble! Assemble! Assemble!"

"We must repay blood with blood! Blood with blood!"

A tremendous sound echoed over the abandoned trade route.

Upon hearing this, many goblins instinctively gathered towards the unyielding military banner.

But as soon as the words of the broken bones were spoken, several more black dots appeared in the sky.

Oh oh oh!

That strange, sharp sound of something cutting through the air rang out again.

That familiar voice reignited the goblins' fear.

Their instinct was to hide and run away.

The goblin army, which had just begun to regain some order, fell into chaos once again.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Looking up at the black dot in the sky, Shattered Bones was filled with shock and rage.

Just how many alchemical bombs does the enemy have?!

Black cannonballs streaked across the azure sky, carrying destructive force, and once again struck the army formation.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A deafening explosion rang out, and the flower, a symbol of death, bloomed once more.

Because of the goblin general's shout, the goblins that had been scattered gathered together.

Shrapnel transformed into a deadly storm, shooting out in all directions.

The goblin soldiers fell in droves, like wheat harvested in autumn.

"My eyes! I can't see!"

"Ah! My intestines are spilling out! Someone help me put them back in!"

A series of screams, wails, and cries for help rang out.

Fear and despair permeated the battlefield along with the smoke of battle.

Although several shells missed their targets during the two rounds of shelling, landing in the woods or on dirt roads, and some even went silent.

But clearly, the effect was sufficient.

Not far away, a small slope in the forest.

Some players even wanted to fire cannonballs.

But when the inserted fuse burned to its limit, a loud bang was heard, and a secondary explosion occurred.