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

The dull, resonant knocking sound that had been echoing inside the tent abruptly stopped.

The goblin army's high command looked up, their eyes fixed on the Iron Crocodile.

They knew that Iron Crocodile was about to speak.

"This war is different from previous wars between various lairs and camps."

Iron Crocodile's weathered and domineering voice echoed inside the animal-hide tent, but his tone changed at the end.

"Our two generals of the Black Iron tribe are dead, killed by the Rainbow Scale Clan and the Black Scale Dog-Headed Men."

Iron Crocodile's sharp, warning gaze swept over everyone.

"So do you understand? This is a war of life and death. If you lose, you die."

"understand!"

Hearing Iron Crocodile's words, the goblin leaders couldn't help but feel a chill and tremble.

Many officers who had experienced the war between goblins and ratmen seemed to have returned to the time when they were fighting the ratmen to the death.

"besides!"

Anger flared in Iron Crocodile's dark yellow pupils, and his voice was deep and forceful.

"The might of the Black Iron Tribe cannot be challenged. We must repay blood with blood, and an eye with an eye, to slaughter these kobolds and avenge our two generals."

"Yes!"

The goblin leaders felt a chill run down their spines, sensing Iron Crocodile's fury and determination.

After Iron Crocodile finished expressing his determination and purpose, Gray Owl, who had been silent, slowly spoke.

"You're in charge of the east side; the east flank must..."

"And you..."

The gray owls gave their accounts one by one.

These words were mainly addressed to the newly promoted officers.

The deaths of the two generals not only resulted in a lack of high-level command but also a lack of mid-level officers.

Many of the newly appointed goblins, who were tasked with taking over the general's personal guard duties, were still novices and knew nothing.

If they don't confess, there's a high chance of a mutiny.

Soon, Gray Owl finished giving his instructions, and the high-ranking goblin officers left one by one to attend to their respective tasks.

Before long, only Iron Crocodile, Gray Owl, and the goblin general Copper Whistle remained inside the tent.

"Bronze Whistle, you are in charge of scouting, so you must not let your guard down."

Gray Owl looked across at Bronze Whistle, who was sitting at the head of the left side of the long table, and gave him a few words of advice.

"In war, scouts are like the eyes of the army; only by seeing the enemy can they know how to fight."

Gray Owl explained the logic of warfare using cold weapons, and then offered a reminder.

"According to the intelligence sent back by the auxiliary soldiers, Broken Bones had his eyes gouged out by the enemy and was ambushed during the march."

“If the scouts had worked, even if the Blackscale Kobolds had cannons, the Broken Bones army wouldn’t have been wiped out, and he wouldn’t have died.”

At this point, a cold glint appeared in Gray Owl's gloomy eyes, and his tone became low.

"We must never repeat the same mistakes."

"clear."

The bronze whistle nodded emphatically.

He rose from a scout to a goblin general, so he naturally understood the importance of scouts.

What kind of defenses have you implemented?

The Iron Crocodile, sitting in the main seat, looked over with a menacing gaze and asked in a deep voice.

"Chief, please go outside and take a look."

Copper Whistle felt a bit of pressure, but he smiled confidently, stood up, and extended his hand in a gesture of invitation.

He might not be as good as Shattered Bones in troop deployment, and he might not be as good as Raging Tide in defending fortresses.

But when it comes to scouting and information gathering, he is definitely the strongest of the three goblin generals.

Aside from the Gray Owl mentors who taught them, Copper Whistle felt that no one in Blackrock Mountain could match his abilities in this regard.

Even the leader is not allowed.

The Blackscale Clan's scouting tactics may be decent, but they are still somewhat inferior to his.

"it is good."

Seeing the appearance of the bronze whistle, the iron crocodile stood up, nodded, and walked out of the central command tent.

Gray Owl followed him out.

The sun was setting in the west.

The sunlight was scorching and sharp, outlining the distant mountains, forests, cliffs, and woodlands outside the tent.

It also reflected the animal-hide banners on each hilltop, and the goblin scouts who were moving through and occupying the high ground.

"Please look, Chief, this is one of my arrangements."

Copper Whistle pointed to the animal-hide flags on the rolling hills, a hint of pride appearing on his gaunt face covered in colorful paint.

"good."

Gray Owl glanced over and offered a casual comment.

"Occupy high ground, set up sentries, and if there are enemies, use flag signals to relay them. When there are no enemies, report that you are safe."

"Although the enemy may notice, the message will be instantly transmitted to the central command tent within dozens of miles."

"Moreover, even if the enemy can eliminate the visible sentries, we can accurately determine the route of the enemy scouts, so there will be no worry about being ambushed or attacked."

Turning his gaze away, Gray Owl looked at Bronze Whistle with admiration and satisfaction in his eyes.

As expected of someone I mentored, they've really learned something!

"It's all thanks to my mentor's excellent teaching."

Copper Whistle smiled and offered his compliments.

"One of them? Are there any others?"

Iron Crocodile's gaze swept over the animal hide flag, and he asked.

"That's natural."

Tongshao turned around, pointed to the lush green grove between the flags, and began to speak eloquently.

“I have set up hidden sentries around the visible sentries, equipped with iron whistles, alternating between visible and hidden ones.”

"As soon as the enemy sneaks up, we will blow the iron whistle to convey the message and protect the visible sentries at the same time."

"not only that."

Copper Whistle twirled his finger and chuckled, "I also have wolf riders patrolling the mountains."

“If the flagpole waves, wolf riders will set off.”

"While protecting the outposts, capture the enemy and interrogate them for information."

Withdrawing his hand, Copper Whistle smiled confidently.

"I don't believe that with this setup, any enemy could eliminate the sentries and escape unscathed, or launch an attack."

Gray Owl's satisfaction deepened; this little thing had truly learned something!

With visible sentries and hidden sentries, regular reports of safety were made, and cavalry patrols made the area completely impenetrable.

There was absolutely no room for any ordinary army to launch a sneak attack.

It can even counter enemy scouts.

It's already stronger than the private armies of many lords.

"Very thorough."

Iron Crocodile was relieved and nodded, but when he looked at Bronze Whistle, a trace of regret appeared in his eyes.

The three generals each had their own strengths and complemented each other.

If Bronze Whistle is in charge of sentry duty and scouting, then Bone Shatterer is in charge of troop deployment and attack, and Raging Tide is in charge of defending the city.

What a powerful army the Black Iron Tribe must have!

Unfortunately, both generals died.

He was killed by those damned kobolds!

He had to slaughter those kobolds to ease his grief.

Taking a deep breath to suppress his anger, Iron Crocodile turned around as he spoke.

"I'm not worried about the sentry post issue. With this arrangement, it's practically foolproof..."