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

A real army!

An overwhelming fear instantly rose from the depths of their hearts and rushed into their minds.

As the saying goes...

Bandits pass by like a comb, soldiers pass by like a fine brush...

Before they could think any further, the cannon moved.

boom!

The deafening roar shattered the tranquility of the trade route, and the dark muzzles of the cannons spewed out tongues of fire and thick smoke.

The black, solid iron ball was launched, carrying terrifying kinetic energy and a piercing shriek. It stirred up a gust of wind, swept past the two scouts, and plunged into the forest.

Snap! Bang!

In the distance, under the watchful eyes of smugglers Frey-Tree, Grayson-Capen, and the caravan members, several large trees snapped, fell, and crashed onto the remaining trees.

"Where...where did these cannons come from?!"

Hearing the loud noise, Freytris stared at the scene, fear rising in his heart.

His body trembled, and he almost dropped the leather jug ​​containing goat's milk.

Amid the loud noise, the horses in the caravan reacted instinctively, neighing as they pulled the carts along.

At this moment, Frye finally snapped out of his shock and quickly pulled on the reins to control the horse and prevent it from running away.

Beside him, Grayson struggled to control the horse beneath him, his face stiff.

His fear was no less than Frye's, and perhaps even greater.

Bandits cannot possess artillery; they can only have regular troops or the elite private armies of lords.

If it's just a robber, that's fine; it's just a matter of losing money to avoid trouble.

Such a fierce style, a regular army that opens fire without even seeing the person.

He was genuinely afraid of losing both his money and his life, and being killed by the military officer as a reward for his service.

Grayson didn't see the scene ahead until the stressed-out draft horse climbed up the slope.

Five or six dark, iron-clad figures stood beside a cannon.

The two scouts were terrified. They could barely hold their crossbows and weapons and ran towards them in a panic.

Seeing this, Grayson's face turned extremely ugly, and he spurred his horse to enter the forest on both sides.

The goblin soldiers were heavily armored, and there were cannons from who-knows-where.

Even if there are only six people on the other side, even if he is at the second level and leads a caravan of more than thirty people, he doesn't have much of a chance of winning.

If he enters the forest, he might still have a chance to escape with his life, given his second-tier strength.

"Robbery!"

But as soon as Grayson pulled on the reins of his horse, several voices came from the forest on both sides.

It was in goblin language, which he couldn't understand, but that didn't stop him from stopping.

Looking up, there was no one in sight, but there was a metallic gleam.

There was no doubt that they were surrounded.

“Greeson Knight… what… what should we do?”

Footsteps and Frye's trembling voice filled with fear came from behind.

"Take it or leave it! Lie down and surrender now! Maybe there's still a chance to live."

Forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, Grayson said, then immediately dismounted, dropped his weapon, and lay sprawled on the ground, covering his head with his hands.

Upon hearing this, Frye, who had run over from the side, followed Grayson's example and shakily lay down on the ground.

Looking at the ground, Grayson muttered to himself.

The goblins' first cannonball didn't hit them directly, nor did it kill the scouts, so they should still have a chance to survive.

"Gresen... Knight, but what about the gold and monster pelts I just earned?"

Beside him, Frye's voice came through, trembling with sobs.

“Grey… Sir Rayson, you need to think of something! I’m counting on this money to get back into the market and make money off those poor bastards again.”

"I'll give you double... double, no! Triple."

Do I miss you?

Grayson crawled on his stomach and kicked the trembling Frye directly.

"At a time like this, you're still thinking about your worthless money! You may not want to live, but I certainly do."

Grayson's kick finally made Fry realize the current situation.

Frye trembled, lying on the spot, not daring to ask any more questions.

Tsk, they're quite sensible.

The warrior walked over, looked at the people crawling all over the ground, and put away the sword he had drawn.

He originally thought he would kill two or three more people to establish his authority.

The general glanced at the carriage and horses that were still in place and nodded in satisfaction.

These are all good things.

The players, who had already made arrangements, silently removed the weapons and leather armor from the caravan members.

Then they confiscated the treasures and took inventory of the goods.

The results of the inventory were very encouraging.

Three heavy four-wheeled carts, four light two-wheeled carts, and ten draft horses.

These could be used to transport heavy artillery during the war against the Dark Iron tribe.

The cart contains six large monster tendons and a small box of high-density beast horns, which can be used to make a powerful bow.

In addition, there were more than twenty intact monster pelts and about a hundred wild animal skins.

This naturally included the long-tusked wild boar hides they had previously sold.

In addition, a small box of gold nuggets, some human silver coins, and natural gemstones were seized.

These are the least useful things right now.

As for their junk equipment, Zhan Shuai and the others took a few as souvenirs and then left them alone.

Otherwise, these people will be unable to fight and won't even be able to leave the forest.

boom!

The warlord casually tossed some dry rations, supplies, and a few dozen silver coins off the light cart.

Other players left behind the caravan's tattered weapons.

Grayson crouched on the ground, looking uneasy.

But when he saw what had been thrown down, his expression immediately changed from worry to joy.

"Thank you, Goblin Soldier! Thank you, Goblin Soldier!"

Grayson nodded and bowed as he stood up, then jogged over to pick up the things.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."

Frye joined in the shouting, but he was clearly not as enthusiastic as Grayson.

Fry crouched down and walked over, picking up a few silver coins and a weapon.

He tried to pick up more, but was pushed out by other caravan members who rushed over.

Looking at the rations and silver coins being fought over, Frye's tears flowed uncontrollably down his cheeks and dripped to the ground.

These all used to belong to him!

His!

With tears in his eyes, Fry looked at the cargo not far away, his heart filled with grief, and he wanted to fight to the death.

Seeing the player's dark, scratched armor and the black cannon muzzle always aimed at them, he no longer had the courage.

"roll!"

After these people finished looting, a player picked up his sword, pointed south, and shouted in goblin language.

The caravan members, their faces filled with fear, hurriedly ran away into the distance.

They were afraid that if they were even a step too slow, the players would change their minds.

The warlord looked up at Frye and Grayson, who were lagging behind in the ranks, and a smile appeared on his lips beneath his armor.

Now it's my turn to save you from your dire straits.

As for how the dire situation came about, that's none of your business.