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He was careless, too careless. He had completely overlooked the Flying Dragon, a unit capable of rapid long-distance movement. The San Star General clenched his fists tightly. His nails dug into his palms, drawing a few drops of blood. He felt no pain, only an endless regret for his mistake that could potentially doom the future of the Dragon Kingdom.
Watching the broadcast from the Mountain Farms, Liu Meili shouted anxiously, "Is there anyone with plants who can provide support? Hurry and help Ye Feihong!"
Wang Er replied, "Aside from that coward Huang Youfu, everyone else is at least twenty kilometers away. How can we help?"
Wang Mazi added, "For now, we can only pray for a miracle. Feihong might still have a trick up his sleeve."
In her panic, Liu Meili exclaimed, "Right, right! Every time there's a crisis, Ye Feihong always has something up his sleeve!"
Li Si chimed in, "Feihong oil."
Zhang San echoed, "Feihong oil."
Wang Er joined in, "Feihong oil."
Liu Meili repeated, "Feihong oil."
Wang Mazi said, "Feihong oil."
Lu Xiaoman added, "Feihong oil."
Huang Youfu was drenched in sweat; he could no longer afford to check the Communication Device. Struggling to stand behind a plant, he pushed it forward with all his might, hoping to reach the cave's exit as quickly as possible. Cursing inwardly, he thought, "Damn it! Why are you so cowardly? These plants are too far from the exit!" With over twenty meters still to go to the cave's mouth, Huang Youfu summoned all his strength.
He was a little chubby, a typical short and stout figure. Although he weighed heavily, his strength was not significant. Despite exerting all his effort, he couldn't move much faster than the plants. Huang Youfu himself was drenched in sweat.
On Ye Feihong's side, as the number of plants in his hands dwindled, the consumption of Mental Power quickly decreased as well. Ye Feihong began to engage in some precise maneuvers. When the Flying Dragon retreated, he would pursue; when the Flying Dragon advanced to attack, Ye Feihong would command the plants to fall back.
The shooting speed of the Peashooter was dozens of times that of the Flying Dragon, with no attack intervals at all. As Ye Feihong's micro-control improved, the battle damage ratio changed unexpectedly to ten to thirteen. During this time, the number of Flying Dragons killed surpassed that of Ye Feihong's plants. They could utilize distance to dodge the Pea Bullets but could not evade the Corn Cannon and Pea Missile. Especially with the Pea Missile, each launch could take down a Flying Dragon.
The only regret was that the attack frequency of the Pea Missile was too slow, only able to strike once every ten seconds. However, at close range, the power of the Corn Cannon increased significantly. The Flying Dragons were less than a thousand meters from Ye Feihong's mountain peak. In such close proximity, each attack from the Corn Cannon could hit several Flying Dragons.
In an instant, Ye Feihong and the Flying Dragons found themselves in a balanced situation. Lu Xiaoman exclaimed, "Look, Feihong has actually turned the tide using micro-control!"
"It seems a bit late now," Wang Er said. "The number of Flying Dragons has already surpassed us by several hundred. It's going to be difficult to catch up."
Wang Er was not wrong. Ye Feihong still had around twelve hundred ranged attack units left, while the Flying Dragons numbered about seventeen hundred. Even with a ten to thirteen casualty ratio, it would ultimately be Ye Feihong who would lose all her forces first.
"Liu Meili exclaimed, 'Huang Youfu, hurry up! Why aren't you helping Fei Hong?'"
At that moment, Huang Youfu's plants were still three meters away from the cave entrance. Sweat poured down his body like rain, causing his outer clothing to stick to him. He lacked the strength to check the Communication Device.
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