Chapter 98: Dolo's New Army

  "The 'secret on' you're talking about is these broken iron sticks?"

  The over two-meter-tall dragonborn hobgoblin, Dolo, the military ander of the Ember , looked down at the human before him, his small golden eyes full of doubt.

  The pyer with the ID "Chiechebev" quickly stepped forward to expin: "This is the test model firearm developed by our Storm Armory—the 'Enemy Breaker Fire.' Although it's still a smoothbun, we've modified the barrel. While the power has decreased, its accurad range have beely improved."

  Dolo casually picked up a rifle, weighed it, and said disdainfully, "With this little short stick, how are you supposed to attack the enemy? In the face of war, the most effective ons are our spears, bows, and warhammers!"

  He tossed the so-called "rifle" aside.

  Seeing the gun about to hit the ground, Chiechebev quickly stepped forward to catch it, afraid it might get damaged.

  Although he disdaihe hobgoblin's ignorance, Chiechebev still proactively said, "Lord Dolo, this thing isn't used like that. Let me demonstrate it for you."

  tally, a hobgoblin herder was leading an auroearby.

  Though Dolo looked down on this little gadget, he was curious to see what it could do, so he nodded slightly in sent.

  "Please step aside."

  Chiechebev skillfully loaded the ammunition, held his breath, raised the gun, and aimed.

  "Bang!"

  A thunderous sound rang out, with wisps of blue smoke rising from the muzzle.

  The massive body of the aurochs colpsed with a crash. Its side was riddled with dense holes; steel pellets deeply embedded in its flesh and even internal ans. Its body was almost turned into a sieve by this shot.

  Dolo gasped sharply.

  Seeing this on take down an aurochs with one shot, he quickly realized its signifi warfare.

  Moreover, its power wasn't even its most terrifying aspect. If one insisted, a bow and arrow could achieve a one-shot kill too, but that would require an excellent archer.

  The terrifying thing about this so-called "rifle" is that it's almost effortless to use. Even the most inferior, weakest goblin pick up a gun and pull the trigger.

  Just like that, they hold their own in a shootout against a skilled archer.

  You must know that archers are absolute elites in the army, costly to train, while goblins are the most abundant expendables; a single birth yields a litter.

  He was somewhat excited, grabbing the human's shoulders, his hot breath almost hitting Chiechebev's face: "How many of these iron sticks you make?"

  Chiechebev quietly corrected, "It's the 'Enemy Breaker Fire' rifle."

  Dolo said, "I don't care what it's called; I'm asking how many you make."

  Chiechebev pondered for a moment before saying, "After all, our Storm Armory was established not long ago, and manpower isn't suffit. If we work overtime, we should be able to produce 300 rifles before the war starts. As for bullets, we supply them freely; after all, the Ember 's materials are quite abundant."

  "Very good."

  Hearing this number, Dolo had already anticipated it.

  After all, expeg such battlefield ons to be produced as casually as ordinary swords and knives is unrealistic. But even with just 300 rifles, if used well, they could influehe oute of a war. Dolo deeply uood this.

  Chiechebev returo the armory to report the situation.

  Soon, Battlefield Wheelchair Man brought 100 guns and a cart of bullets to the military camp in Dragon Valley.

  He said to Dolo, "This is all our current stock."

  Dolo nodded and called over several strong bugbears to transport them back to the camp.

  However, Battlefield Wheelchair Man stepped forward and said, "Lord Dolo, our Storm Armory has also developed corresponding tactics for this on. You try them out."

  "Oh? What tactics?"

  Dolo became ied; hobgoblins always enjoy topics reted to warfare.

  Battlefield Wheelchair Man took out a crooked piece of part with simple stick figures drawn on it.

  "An a, simple, and effective tactic. We generally call it—"

  He lowered his voice mysteriously:

  "Line Formation Shooting."

  Three days ter, Dragon Valley.

  It was another routine military drill.

  Every time, the red dragon would appear at the entrance of the Giant's Maw Cavern, overlooking the army, boosting morale, and preparing for the uping war.

  But this time, there ecial hobgoblin unit equipped with neons among the ranks.

  "Master, today's drill will definitely satisfy you."

  Dolo waited respectfully beside him, his tone somewhat excited.

  "Oh?"

  Cassius was quite ied.

  He could roughly guess that those pyers from the 【Cult of the Mae God】 had pyed a role.

  The military drill began, and all the minions wao show off in front of the red dragon, so they were especially diligent.

  "For the Ember !"

  "WHAAAAH!"

  It was still the familiar charge drill. The strong bugbears raised their giant hammers, charging like beasts into the field, smashing the straw targets in front of them.

  "Heave ho!"

  The shoblins followed closely, throwing javelins that pierced the targets.

  "For Lord Cassius!"

  Then came the well-equipped hobgoblin unit, holding shields in their left hands and swords or spears in their right, advang in tight formations.

  "Not bad; I'm quite pleased."

  Cassius casually ented.

  He didn't care much about these armies; these monsters were not the foundation of his power. Even if they were all expended, he wouldn't feel any distress.

  Dolo said excitedly, "Master, it's not over yet."

  The sound of war drums echoed in the valley.

  "Boom, boom, boom!"

  At the end of the ranks, ae hobgoblin unit dressed in pte armor appeared. They marched in unison, following the rhythm of the drums, each holding the test rifles from the Storm Armory—the 'Enemy Breaker Fire.'

  Moreover, they had loaded their ammunition before entering the field.

  "Oh?"

  Cassius's i iqued, his golden pupils shining slightly.

  The hobgoblins formed ranks, advang to about fifty meters from the straw targets before stopping, adjusting their formation into a semi-circur arc.

  The drumbeats ceased, and the training ground fell silent.

  Dolo stepped forroudly and shouted the and to the troops below:

  "Ready!"

  The hobgoblins, following their usual training, raised their rifles, causing a series of cttering sounds.

  "Fire!"

  They pulled the triggers.

  "Bang!"

  A thunderous sound echoed through the valley.

  A row of blue smoke slowly rose from the muzzles; the st of gunpowder filled the air. Sweat dripped from the hobgoblins' foreheads, but they were also extremely excited by the sight.

  The straw targets were instantly riddled with dense bullets, colpsing in rows. The power of this dispy made even the red dragon sigh in admiration.

  "Line Formation Shooting?"

  Cassius reized this familiar tactid couldn't help but feel amused. These guys had brought this set of tactics the.

  heless, the red dragon spread his wings, overlooking his minions from the mountaintop, and said:

  "Very good! I hope you crush the enemy like this otlefield iure, proving your loyalty to me with their blood."

  Dolo raised the gun in his hand and shouted spiritedly, "For the Master, the Ember !"

  "For the Ember !"

  "For the great will of the red dragon!"

  "quer all!"

  The troops below erupted iement, and cheers surged like waves, eg endlessly.

  FAL