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

Before Tie E could utter the word "loss," Yu Guangzhong suddenly saw a flag made of animal hide fall to the ground.

Chapter 65 Dimensional Reduction Attack

Iron Crocodile's expression changed slightly, and he turned to look at the hilltop to his left.

Gray Owl and Bronze Whistle followed Iron Crocodile's gaze.

On the hilltop, the animal skin flag that had been fluttering in the wind fell to the ground and disappeared into the green forest, never to be seen again.

"How did they get here! What about the guard posts on the other hilltops? What about the hidden sentries?"

The bronze whistle looked astonished and couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

In his plan, this hilltop was designated as Hilltop Number Five.

Located behind several hilltops, to eliminate this outpost, one would have to bypass the surrounding outposts and avoid numerous hidden sentries.

Scouts are the elite of the elite, and the scouts of the Black Iron Tribe are unparalleled in the Blackrock Mountains.

It is extremely difficult to do something like this.

Moreover, in his plan, the scouts were arranged in groups of three.

This level of difficulty is practically insurmountable.

But the enemy actually did it.

Not only did they uncover the hidden sentries, but they also eliminated three scouts.

At that moment, Copper Whistle felt a burning pain on his face.

His previous confidence, along with the words of the hidden sentry protecting the visible sentry, came back like a boomerang, slapping him directly in the face.

"But what's the point of doing this?"

Gray Owl stared at Hill Five, his face equally grim, but a hint of doubt flickered in his eyes.

Simply clearing out a sentry post won't pave the way for the main army, nor will it blind the Black Iron Tribe's army.

They also directly exposed a scout who was hiding in the shadows to their view.

He didn't understand.

"Provocation! Only provocation would lead to such a thing."

Copper Whistle responded, his face flushed with anger.

He believed that, apart from his mentor, no one in the Blackrock Mountains could match his scouting skills.

And now, someone is actually provoking him in this regard.

Anger surged, and a blush crept onto his cheeks, but the bronze whistle was not controlled by his rage.

He took several deep breaths and slowly calmed down.

Gray Owl glanced at Bronze Whistle, but had a vague feeling that things weren't so simple.

The enemy, capable of annihilating an army to the point of disarray, is unlikely to engage in such a futile effort.

But Gray Owl didn't say anything.

"Chief, there's no need to worry. The wolf riders are already on their way and will surely capture the enemy scouts."

After calming down, Copper Whistle turned around, bowed to Iron Crocodile, and said.

"Um……"

Iron Crocodile nodded, and just as he was about to speak, the flag waving on the first hill to his right suddenly fell down.

Hill No. 1 is also behind several flags.

Iron Crocodile's pupils shrank suddenly. He turned his head and stared intently at Hill Number One, unable to maintain his composure any longer.

"how is this possible?"

Copper Whistle looked extremely surprised and turned his head in disbelief to look at Hill Number One.

It was one thing to have worn through one side, but they even wore through the other side.

His meticulous arrangements were as flimsy as paper in the eyes of the enemy.

No, it's not even as good as paper.

A paper-mache guard would at least make a sound when pierced, but his sentry post, when pierced, made not a sound at all.

They only became aware of the situation when the enemy scouts took action.

This means that their main camp was one-way transparent to enemy scouts.

The enemy's scouts can come and go as they please.

Even their water and food could be poisoned by enemy scouts.

But before their expressions could change again, another commotion broke out.

boom!

On a hilltop, flames burst forth, followed by a massive explosion.

Immediately afterwards, the third flag snapped in two and fell into the forest.

Upon hearing the sound, the players hiding on various hilltops revealed evil smiles, lit the fuses, calculated the time, and threw out the cast iron grenades in their hands.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Deafening sounds echoed across the various hilltops.

Flames erupted from all the mountain peaks.

Fourth page, fifth page, sixth page, seventh page...

In an instant, flags on each hilltop fell one after another.

No more animal-hide flags were displayed on the various hilltops.

"Which mountain should we...go to?"

Hearing the explosion and seeing the vanished banner, a goblin wolf rider reined in his dire wolf and asked in a hoarse voice.

No one could answer him.

And this moment.

The original No. 5 hilltop.

Cang was dressed in coarse linen clothes covered with withered leaves, holding a dagger, with three goblin scouts lying at his feet, their necks bleeding.

The animal skin flag belonging to Hill No. 5 lay to one side, hanging in the tree canopy.

He placed his hand between his nose and breath, and Cang's eyes lost focus.

Upon returning to Earth, Cang sent the message to Zhan Shuai.

Cang, mission accomplished.

Hilltop No. 1.

Three scouts, their bodies riddled with arrows, lay dead in pools of blood.

Baicaoyuan and a Dragonblood Warrior player, carrying bows and arrows, walked slowly towards them.

Death confirmed; Baicaoyuan offline.

On Sunday, my descendants and I will complete our mission at Baicao Garden.

On other hilltops, players stood beside charred, shard-covered corpses, looting their spoils.

However, an unexpected incident occurred on one of the hilltops.

"Holy crap! How did it get on fire?!"

"Run! Setting fire to the mountain will land you in jail for life!"

Meanwhile, Zhan Shuai also received messages from various players about completing the tasks.

Zhan Shuai glanced at the constantly refreshing chat box, but instead of opening it, he logged into the game and went back online.

On a lush, green mountaintop, a kobold's eyes regained focus.

Looking at the vanished animal hide banners and the now pristine hilltop, the war commander murmured to himself.

"Cold weapons cannot bypass scouting warfare, and scouting warfare requires efficient information transmission and concealment of oneself."

In the end, Zhan Shuai shook his head.

"Unfortunately, in this aspect, we are invincible!"

The warlord turned and left, sighing as he went.

"Using radio systems to wage scouting warfare in the era of cold weapons is truly a dimensional reduction attack within a dimensional reduction attack!"

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