At that moment, outside the camp and deep in the jungle, a group of monsters held countless branches in their hands, shaking them without pause to create the illusion that they had a vast number of men, deceiving the elites of the Five Great Races.
"Big Brother, can this really make those bastards think we have a huge number of reinforcements? What if they see through it and come out to kill us? Then we're finished."
The Metal Tiger spoke with considerable unease. It had always felt that this scheme was rather unreliable. Could this really bluff the aliens of the Five Great Races?!
"Relax. With the intelligence of those aliens, they absolutely won't spot the trick. They'll definitely think we have a massive army lying in ambush all around them. Even if they had a few more guts, they wouldn't dare come over." Xia Ping was brimming with confidence. This was the strategy of turning every blade of grass and tree into enemy soldiers, a scheme proven by history—a first-rate stratagem without question.
Unless the other side were hotheaded fools who charged over without a word. Otherwise, any commander with even a shred of caution would not act rashly before figuring out the situation.
"What if those aliens really do come over?" The Metal Tiger still felt it was unreliable. There was simply no sense of security in this.
Xia Ping glanced at it disdainfully. "What else can we do? Run, of course. Are we supposed to wait here to die?"
The Metal Tiger and the other monsters all flushed with embarrassment. It made perfect sense. The enemy had tens of thousands of troops; if they truly came charging in, there was no way they could stop them. One collision, and they would likely be surrounded and hacked to