Chapter 563 You Keep Chopping

"Let me try it!"

Ted held up a big shield and raised his blunderbuss, charging towards him like a big wild boar king.

Gordon stepped aside slightly.

Although Laoshanlong is different from other monsters, its super size means that hunters don't have to fight for the so-called attack position in front of it. Anyway, the chest alone is as wide as a city wall, and hunters can attack side by side.

But looking at the direction of Ted's charge, it was obvious that he was heading towards the wound he had made.

After knowing each other for many years, Gordon knew the character of this old man.

It seems reckless, but that doesn't mean he really has no brains. This guy should have some plans.

Bar?

"Drink ah ah ah!" With a rough roar, Ted rushed past Gordon.

For a moment, Gordon wondered, had this guy switched to using a long gun?

Clumsy and heavy, whether it is stabbing, swinging or shelling, the gun gun is open and closed, showing surprising accuracy in his hands.

Under the motion of the charge, the spear head still stabbed the shallow wound that was cut just a few minutes ago without missing a beat.

Compared with slashing, the power of this one-point breakthrough stabbing is more concentrated.

The full force of Ted's charge, along with the inertia carried by his tall body and heavy armor, was injected into the gun along his arm.

The bright purple noble lady Mingzhu just plunged twenty or thirty centimeters into Lao Shanlong's chest.

Lao Shanlong still didn't respond and continued to move forward slowly.

Ted lunged with his legs wide open, always maintaining a forward thrusting posture, but was pushed back continuously, and the flat ground was plowed into two deep grooves by the steel spikes on the bottom of his boots.

Gordon couldn't help but cast a strange look.

This guy couldn't possibly want to wrestle with Lao Shanlong and force the latter to stop, right?

Ted's palm seemed to be welded to the handle of the gun, and he held it tightly - he wanted to use this method to push the gun deeper.

When he found that the gun tip was completely stuck and could no longer advance, he immediately pulled the trigger.

"Fire all bombs!"

"Boom——"

Several explosions came together, and the explosions and smoke almost enveloped Ted's entire body.

The Longhang cannon stake loaded near the gun tip was driven into the wound along with the bullet.

With the recoil, Ted was able to pull out the gun.

But the next second, the spike that Ted had placed high hopes for slipped out of Lao Shanlong's wound and hit the ground with a sharp metal clang.

"Clang!"

The stakes on the ground were clean and not stained with a trace of blood, as if they were mocking the hunter's overestimation.

Ted was silent for half a second, then turned and left, "Brother Gordon! I leave this to you. When you cut the wound deeper, I will try again!"

Gordon: "."

Only now did he understand what this guy was planning.

If the specially made pure steel nails can really penetrate deeply into Laoshanlong's wound, the power of the dragon-killing carbon can be used to enlarge the wound.

Unfortunately, it seems that it is not yet time.

Then keep cutting.

Gordon shouldered the sword and entered the charging posture again.

Seeing Gordon "standing still" and two red velociraptors running towards each other, Hayata immediately intercepted him, swung his sword that condensed the air blade, and cut off the head of one of the red velociraptors.

The other red velociraptor screamed, leaped high, and pounced on Hayata.

Hayata's eyes were focused and her center of gravity was slightly lowered. At the moment when the red velociraptor's claws were about to hit her head and neck, she blocked the claws with a horizontal sword and then slashed down with a vertical slash, directly killing the red velociraptor. The dragon is cut in half.

He shook the sword to shake off the blood on the blade, and his momentum rose sharply.

"Oh, neat."

Yamos, who was always worried and always focused on Hayata's side, chuckled.

This speed and strength are obviously not ordinary vertical cuts, but some kind of special sword skill.

There is no such move in the swordsmanship style that he passed down to Hayata.

The extremely fast counterattack, the sword skill learned from Master Puxian of Yanhuo Village, seems to be called Qi Blade Slash?

"Jiga!"

A winged serpent seemed to notice Yamos's distraction and swooped down.

Yamos turned his eyes slightly, and just as he was about to take out the flying dragon knife [Silver] that seemed to be made of silver, a thick crossbow arrow had already penetrated the Winged Serpent Dragon and shot it down.

"Tsk."

Yamos tilted his head and continued to eliminate the nearby small monsters with extremely high efficiency.

Laoshanlong has entered the precise direct shooting range of the first fort.

Miles, who arrived here at some unknown time, released the heavy bed crossbow in front of him and said to Maka, who was guarding him, "Reload."

"oh oh."

Maka didn't know how she became a bodyguard and handyman, but Miles's suppression of all members of the "Alcohol Team" seemed to have been transmitted to her.

Whatever you say is what it is.

"Kababa!" Babaka held up a short spear-like heavy crossbow bolt, jumped onto the bed and placed the crossbow, and then worked with Maka to turn the winch.

Miles pulled the artillery emplacement next to him, pushing a little to the left and a little to the right, but he could never find the shooter from the most satisfactory angle.

I personally adjusted the muzzle position and activated the artillery.

"boom!"

The cannonball shot out with a bang and accurately hit Laoshanlong's right hind foot. There was no explosion of fire. It was a solid iron bullet.

The shell, which almost turned into a discus, embedded itself into the incredibly thick carapace of the old mountain dragon's leg, but the carapace was neither broken nor damaged, and even no cracks could be seen.

Such a result made Miles frown.

This cannon was too old and too backward.

The firing rate, caliber, and power of the matching shells were all not up to standard. It might be effective against ordinary monsters, but it couldn't even make the old mountain dragon look back when it was fired.

If there were a new type of rapid-fire cannon, it would be great to load multiple 20-inch high-explosive grenades at a time and fire them out in one breath, which could blow several huge pits on the mountain.

Unfortunately, the rapid-fire cannon turret was extremely heavy and had a complex structure. It had to be used with special rails and gun mounts. It was only equipped in the newly built fort, and there was none in the old fort.

"Dad Miles?"

Miles was just dissatisfied with the power of the artillery, but Maka was a little scared.

She came from the Fortress Guerrillas of Loklak, so she had naturally seen the "Feast of the Great Desert".

Even a monster like the Peak Dragon would have its shell damaged and howl when it was bombarded by artillery fire.

But this guy in front of him didn't seem to feel the bombardment at all?

"We, we still have to keep firing." She swallowed, "Why, why do I feel it's useless?"

"Nonsense!"

Miles turned back and glared at her, "It didn't react just because the firepower of this cannon is too poor, and it was aimed at the thick legs of the shell.

If one or two shots can't blow it up, then ten or a hundred shots will do. There are no advanced and good cannons in the old fort, but there are still enough. Come and help carry the shells!"

"Oh, here they come!"

Maka, who had some confidence in his heart, took Babaka and ran to the ammunition box nearby and picked up the shells.

The shooter whose position was taken away followed the others to clean the remaining ash in the barrel and load gunpowder.

Miles carefully adjusted the direction of the muzzle.

"Fire!"