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

"Did you get some dust today?" As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he suddenly slashed down with the large ring-handled sword he had borrowed.

"Waaah~"

The kidnapped goblin captain looked terrified, his face contorted, and he tried to beg for mercy, but could only whimper.

Before he could utter another sound, the long sword in his hand fell down.

"Waru..."

Ah Le's translation voice rang out, echoing above the goblin nest.

Under the fearful gazes of all the goblins and with Ale's translation, the long sword fell, blood splattering and spraying out like a pillar of blood.

Immediately afterwards, the other dragonblood kobolds also attacked.

With a flash of light, one after another, fine heads rolled down from the platform, following the head of the goblin hunting team leader, and crashed onto the muddy ground.

The dim firelight shone on the ground, and in the pool of blood, one after another, hideous and twisted heads stared unblinkingly at the ordinary goblins in the open space.

Staring at the goblin heads staring intently at them, the goblins' fear reached its peak. They wanted to retreat, but there were too many of them.

"Quiet!"

"Have you dusted yourself today?" he shouted.

The goblins below, though unaware of what they were shouting, were too frightened to move.

Seeing this, "Did you do some dust today?" nodded in satisfaction and stepped down from the platform.

The method Zhan Shuai and the others mentioned is really effective!

"Is the grain inventory finished?"

Looking at Baicaoyuan walking over from the side, he handed the long sword back to the magnetic field and asked curiously.

"That's it, enough to feed about three hundred people for more than three months."

Nodding, Baicaoyuan sighed.

"If we don't start this war, the Black Iron Tribe will."

"Huh? Why?"

"Did you dust yourself today?" he asked, looking puzzled.

"Their food supply is also insufficient. Autumn is approaching, and since we are located in the north, the weather is getting colder, and we need to store enough food for the winter."

After answering, Baicaoyuan glanced south, towards the direction of the Black Iron Tribe army, and gave a reminder.

"The members of the reconnaissance squad who were stationed at the rear said that at least three hundred people have caught up. You have at most three days to move the food."

The army of the Black Iron Tribe is different from theirs.

They traveled light, with little baggage, relying entirely on fighting to sustain themselves.

The Dark Iron Horde's army couldn't very well raid their own goblin lair; they would have to bring some supplies with them.

"Hmm? Three hundred people, shouldn't that be the main force of the Black Iron Tribe? The number is wrong, isn't it?"

"Did you dust today?" he asked hastily, startled.

"Then our strategy of exhausting our troops will have failed?"

"Huh? What's this tactic of exhausting the enemy? I don't know anything about that."

Bai Caoyuan was also taken aback and asked in surprise.

Logically speaking, given his relationship with Zhan Shuai, Zhan Shuai should have told him the whole plan.

"Aren't we just playing guerrilla warfare, trying to outmaneuver the main force of the Black Iron Tribe army?"

"Did you get some dust today?" he blurted out all his guesses in a hurry.

"If the Iron Crocodile army doesn't fall for the trap and splits its forces to head south, wouldn't the Rainbow Scale Clan and the Red Fang Gnolls' camps be in dire straits?"

Despite the aid of their players, the Rainbow Scale Clan and the Redfang Gnolls were still completely overwhelmed by the Dark Iron Horde's army in every aspect.

Even if the Black Iron Tribe's army were to split up, it would still be beyond the resistance of both tribes.

"If even the War General didn't think of this, we might as well promote you to commander."

Baicaoyuan sighed, glancing speechlessly at someone who had been dusted today.

"Your mission behind enemy lines is simply to wage guerrilla warfare and put pressure on the supply lines of the Black Iron Tribe's army."

"Oh~"

Did you get some dust on today? (Awkward smile, scratching head.)

It seems I really lack tactical talent; I'd better just stick to manual labor and work towards building a large and successful company.

"But why don't you tell us the whole plan?"

Did you dust yourself today? (A curious inquiry)

"There is a human in the Black Iron Tribe. I don't know what kind of extraordinary abilities he has, or whether he has a language-knowing stone or other items."

Baicaoyuan explained.

"If I told them, those big mouths of ordinary players would definitely expose everything."

"Too."

Did I dust it today? I thought about it and realized it made sense.

"We're not as good as the commander in terms of tactics, so let's not think too much about it and just focus on transporting the grain."

Baicaoyuan said.

"Hehe, you don't need to worry about that."

Did you dust yourself off today? (A confident smile)

"There are over two hundred goblins here. In just two days, I can get them to move the food to various hidden storage locations."

"Make sure to clean up any marks, and your wounds should also be cleaned up."

Baicaoyuan glanced at the left hand, which had been simply bandaged and had been dusted off today, and offered a reminder.

He wasn't surprised by the number of goblins.

This goblin lair is different from the goblin lair in the Abominable Gold Vein.

This place is a major transportation route, and it is also opposite the Rainbow Scale Clan and the Red-Toothed Gnolls.

It's normal for there to be more people.

"Sigh, whatever. I'll definitely die in a few days. What a waste of this Dragonblood Warrior's body."

"Did I get ash today?" she sighed, struggling to raise her left hand, looking at the messy, coarse cloth bandage tied to her wound.

This was bandaged by Ah Le, but you can tell that Ah Le's technique was really bad.

He put his hand down, smiled, and asked, "Did you get some dust today?"

"However, it doesn't matter. I'll just consider it a quick return to the city. There are still several projects waiting for me to do at the 'Justice with the Line' site."

The two chatted for a few more minutes before going about their own business.

As time went by, under the management of players like Ale and Did You Beat Ash Today?, the goblins systematically transported food to various storage points in the forest.

Immediately, the goblins who had carried the food were imprisoned.

Goblins who had never carried food or did not know the storage locations were sent to other goblin lairs to spread the news.

However, on the third day, before the Black Iron Army returned to reinforce them, he died from infection.

Chapter 72 Let's Talk About It~

First of all, thank you to all the readers for your support and for following along.

It is you who have transformed this book from having dismal initial sales figures to now making it into the third round of recommendations on Qidian.com.

Many thanks!

However, the recent increase in my stock price hasn't been significant, but that's definitely my problem.

Because I type slowly and put a lot of effort into my writing, I usually update at night.

Sometimes, in order to save time, they even publish chapters that haven't been polished or that are about to be rewritten.

It's perfectly normal for readers to "keep" a book unread or not follow it closely.

I'll fix this as soon as possible. I'll adjust my schedule and change the time I post chapters to the daytime so I can save up my drafts.

As for this book, as long as the royalties are enough to eat, I definitely won't abandon it.

I'm sure you readers can tell that I put a lot of effort into writing this book.

I will reset and rewrite any chapters that are poorly written or that I feel have problems.

This is because I have a question in my mind: what should a real extraordinary war be like?

A single protagonist's perspective is often limited to their own, making it difficult to fully depict an extraordinary war.

But player-written stories differ, offering multiple perspectives.