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

Boom!

The giant wooden cannon barrel shattered into pieces, and the iron bars were blown apart.

Two players standing next to the giant cannon were suddenly blown up.

"Holy crap! My cannon barrel is moving! I'm done playing!"

"Hahaha! I told you guys to stop this! You got blown up!"

The other players watched and burst into laughter.

Cang shook his head helplessly; these undisciplined new players just had no sense of discipline.

However, it's enough.

Immediately afterwards, Cang left with three players from the reconnaissance squad.

They still need him on the battlefield.

……

Abandoned trade routes, on the battlefield.

The explosion is over.

Blood, dust, and screams filled the air.

The ground was riddled with holes of all sizes, and goblin soldiers lay on the ground.

In fact, most of them are still alive.

This is because black powder and disposable cannons have limited propellant charges and therefore limited power.

Only about thirty goblins actually died.

This also includes logistics support soldiers.

The main reason for such chaos was that most of the goblins had never seen this weapon before.

They were terrified by the explosions, screams, and shrapnel.

"General, what do we do?"

Behind a wheelbarrow laden with supplies, a goblin guard looked alarmed and asked the skeleton in front of him a question.

"Don't panic!"

With his bones bulging, he pinned down the stressed dire wolf king with one hand, calming his guards while peering back.

The kobold armored army has arrived.

The leader was the bloodthirsty player who had contributed significantly to killing the goblin lair leader.

His ID is called Magnetic Field Rotation.

The magnetic field rotated, and he was fully armored, looking excited, holding a large cleaver.

A first-tier goblin squad leader, still dazed and confused, had barely gotten to his feet when he was decapitated by a single blow from the magnetic field.

Pfft!

Crimson blood splattered and landed on the face beneath the rotating magnetic helmet.

"Awesome! Awesome! So awesome!"

He licked the blood off his face, the metallic taste filling his brain. His mind went haywire, and he swung his broadsword again.

With a flash of light, a nearby goblin soldier was instantly killed by the magnetic field.

"For the Horde! For the players!"

"Hahaha! So many kills! It's so satisfying to have an equipment advantage!"

"Holy crap! That magnetic field expert has gone berserk again! Stay away from him!"

The players made a ruckus and charged into the goblin soldiers behind them.

Most of them were new players, so they didn't have much discipline.

However, the goblins were so disoriented by the bombing that they lost their basic formation.

In addition, the player's heavy full-body iron armor makes it impossible for ordinary goblin soldiers to break through his defenses.

This was basically a one-sided massacre.

Jingle bells!

A level one goblin squad leader launched a desperate counterattack.

The spear struck the plate armor, but only sparks flew, causing the player to step back slightly.

Immediately, he was pierced through by that player's spear.

Watching this scene, the goblin general Shattered Bones looked grim, but he was analyzing the situation in his mind.

These kobolds who suddenly appeared were extremely well-equipped, but their military skills were extremely poor; they couldn't even maintain a basic military formation.

Organizing troops and regrouping might just make it possible to win a battle.

Despite the chaos around him, the broken bones remained perfectly clear in his mind.

If he did that, before he could organize his troops and reorganize his army, those heavily armored kobolds would press forward and launch a new round of slaughter, relying on their superior equipment.

"Phew~ This is the only place we can go!"

Taking a deep breath, the goblin general turned his head and looked towards the narrow entrance to the mountain path.

Staying put will only lead to slaughter, and possibly further bombing.

The forest is absolutely forbidden; if anyone enters, the army will scatter.

The only option was to lead the remaining troops into the narrow mountain path.

If they regroup with the stragglers and vanguard, and rebuild their ranks, there might still be a glimmer of hope.

Even knowing that the enemy might have set a trap inside, he had no other choice.

"Raise the flag! Gather your troops! Rely on speed! Create distance! Reorganize the army!"

Having made up his mind, Broken Bones released the reactive dire wolf king that he had been holding down with one hand, flipped over and climbed on top of it, his tone cold and decisive.

"Yes!"

Seeing the general's appearance, the guards and the flag bearers found their anchor and quickly answered loudly.

Immediately, Shattered Bones used his formidable second-tier power to control the Dire Wolf King and headed towards the narrow mountain path.

Several guards and flag bearers, covered in blood, quickly followed.

The guards' war wolves had already fled in panic during the recent bombing.

"Oh no! The boss is running away! Chase after him!"

"Damn it! Not only did it not show its health bar, but it also dared to run away!"

"Why are the boss's wolves still around?!"

Some players noticed this and shouted out.

As the magnetic field shifted, a look of urgency appeared on his face. He cleaved through the goblin support soldier blocking his path with a single slash, and led several dragonblood warriors to charge forward.

Unfortunately, the battlefield was too chaotic.

They were all wearing full armor, which was incredibly heavy, making it impossible for us to catch up.

Shattered Bones led his personal guards and quickly gathered the remaining Split Soldiers and Goblin Elite at the front.

The auxiliary troops may scatter, but the elite goblin troops must not be allowed to scatter.

Losing this army means losing one's status.

Even if he is at the second rank, he will not have an easy time in the Black Iron Tribe.

Soon, Shattered Bones gathered more than thirty elite goblin soldiers on the chaotic battlefield.

The main targets were the Split Soldiers and Goblin Squad Leaders.

Because the soldiers had shields, they did not suffer much damage in the recent artillery bombardment.

The goblin squad leaders wore breastplates; those who got too close would be blown up, but those who were far away would only suffer minor scratches.

Broken Bones led his soldiers, approaching the narrow mountain pass in a disorderly formation.

In the distance, atop a small hill.

Mog saw this and said urgently.

"Commander, we absolutely cannot let Broken Bones escape with the army!"

Finley also looked solemn, his eyes fixed on the military flag.

Militarily, he understood things much better than Mog.

The narrow mountain path and its sides had been cleared, and there were no ambushes.

If Shattered Bones were to actually charge in and reorganize his army, he could not only escape, but might even turn the tide and change the course of the game.

But if he can understand it, how could Zhan Shuai not understand it?