Chapter 851 Being a Hunter Requires Being a Bit Vulgar

Everyone has reached a consensus on "what to do with the reserve gunpowder", but there are some differences on how to do it specifically.

Some people think that simply "paying tribute" is too passive. Two fortresses in a row were destroyed, and no one in the garrison survived. How can such a monster be so easy to dispatch?

Others think that detonating explosives is too radical. Ancient dragon-level creatures are not that easy to be seriously injured. What if the opponent was originally planning to leave, but after being exploded and furious, he decided to destroy the city and massacre the citizens?

The views of both sides are reasonable, but they are also gambling, gambling with their own lives, the lives of the defenders, and even the lives of the entire city.

In the end, everyone turned to President Zheluo. In the final analysis, he was the person in charge of this city defense battle, and the decision-making power rested with him.

The bald old man had sweat on his shiny forehead. This decision was not easy to make.

"No matter what, I will first arrange for people to move all the stored gunpowder that will not be used in this battle out of the warehouse and pile it into an open area at least a few hundred meters away from the city wall.

Whether it is detonating or paying tribute, this step must be taken later. An attack can happen at any time, so don't waste time. "Zheluo sighed.

He called the guild personnel and arranged the work of emptying the warehouse and transporting gunpowder.

"Time is of the essence? Time, time"

Gordon muttered to himself, seeming to have gained some inspiration from President Zheluo's words.

He suddenly turned to look at Pig Chop, "Pork Chop, can you make a small barrel with timed detonation and pop it out? The fuse time needs to be very long, like half an hour."

"Meow?" Zhupa looked up, "Of course you can meow, it's not difficult to meow."

Gordon smiled and said: "Then we can put the timed barrel bombs in the pile of gunpowder barrels and let the mysterious monster eat them.

Regardless of whether it leaves after eating or stays greedily, after a while, the pile of gunpowder will detonate in its belly.

This will cause damage more effectively without irritating it in the first place. "

The hunters looked at each other.

"As expected of the brave Mr. Gordon, he is so wretched!" The hunting whistle that spoke very bluntly and quickly made Dorothy's eyes shine.

Gordon twitched his lips and said, "...I just think you are complimenting me."

"Yes! But you can't use small barrel explosive bombs. It's too easy to be chewed up in advance. Now think about it, you can use iron-cased howitzer shells to modify your cat? Then make a few more. It's safer!"

There may be liquid in the monster's belly. It is difficult to explode when the gunpowder is wet. I suggest that in addition to the gunpowder barrel, add more flammable materials such as kerosene and sulfur. If it cannot explode, it must be burned violently! "

President Zheluo was also very decisive, "Dorothy, take the pork chop to the warehouse. You can use whatever you want. If you need help, just call for help."

"Okay!" The female hunting flute player picked up the pig chop and ran down the city wall amidst the latter's squeaking sounds.

"Do you guys in Yinbian have any good plans?" President Zheluo rubbed his big hands and looked at them expectantly, "Whether it's obscene or vicious, we won't consider these now!"

".It's gone for the time being." Gordon always felt that after this battle, their team's reputation would skew in a strange direction.

"What a pity." The fat old guy couldn't hide the regret on his face.

After glancing at the sun that was beginning to set, Ancier reminded, "President Zheluo, this cannot be regarded as information, it may be just a coincidence.

The first two attacks occurred after nightfall. Maybe this is the habit of the mysterious monster?

Anyway, we'd better finish everything before sunset.

Also, remember to prepare lighting equipment, fighting in the dark will be a big disadvantage. "

President Zheluo nodded, and the fat on his chin trembled, "Okay, I will personally monitor the progress."

Everyone was busy up and down the city wall, including citizens, craftsmen and other non-combatants who volunteered to help.

The evacuation alert has been issued, and everyone knows that the danger is coming. It is inevitable that they will be a little panicked and anxious, but they still suppress their uneasiness and carry out the work at hand.

Car after cart of wooden barrels filled with gunpowder, as well as large quantities of kerosene, and sulfur were transported from the warehouse, placed on stable trucks, and transported to a mill a kilometer or two away.

According to the original plan, these flammable and explosive things were to be piled up in an open space, but a hunter raised objections.

Even an ordinary beast would be suspicious of a piece of meat placed in the middle of the road.

What's more, a more cunning and cautious monster?

So, they planned to hide these things in the underground warehouse of the mill.

This may not be a clever strategy, but if it is the "food" that I found by myself, it should be able to dispel some of my doubts.

Gordon held a piece of dried meat in his mouth, leaning on the city wall, looking at the busy crowds and convoys below, "Everyone is working hard, only we are resting, and we feel a little guilty."

Next to him, Hayata was holding a small wooden stick wrapped in cotton, wiping the non-existent dust on the night knife [Moon Shadow] bit by bit.

The surface and blade of the sword were so bright that they could be used as mirrors, but she was still not satisfied. She breathed a sigh of relief and continued to wipe it, "Everyone will fight tooth and nail to protect their homeland.

Being displaced is not a pleasant feeling. "

"Exactly."

Wearing black horned dragon armor and carrying a horned king sword on his back, Asa walked over with a sword that looked like a humanoid horned dragon. "Villages and towns are destroyed by monsters every year.

Lost relatives, family members, property, and became refugees who could only rely on others. Such poor people can be seen everywhere, and no one wants such a fate to befall them.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, we Metabetat people will not give up defending our hometown. "

"Mr. Asa." Gordon made a little effort, left the parapet and stood up straight.

"Hmm--"

Asa pinched his unshaven chin and stared at Gordon for a long time.

Gordon was a little scared by being stared at, and leaned back a little. Just when he was about to say something, the sturdy middle-aged man like a horned dragon suddenly laughed.

"It's you, Gordon boy."

As he said, he looked at Hayata again, "And you, you are the little girl who always follows Amos, right?"

Hayata sheathed the sword, bowed, greeted formally, and said with a smile: "Mr. Asa, my master has mentioned you many times."

"How did he mention it? ”

“.Uh.” Hayata said this casually just out of courtesy, but he didn’t expect the other party to ask further questions.

“Ha, it’s okay.” Asa waved his hand, “It’s nothing more than a reckless man, a lunatic, etc., I guess there’s no good word for it.”

There was no way to respond to this, so Hayata had to smile awkwardly but politely.

Asa looked at Gordon again, with some emotion in his tone, “I heard two years ago that a young greatsword user named Gordon became famous in East Doruma. I thought it was a person with the same name, but it turned out to be you.

I haven’t seen you for six or seven years, I don’t even recognize you. ”

“Uncle Asa, you haven’t changed much.” Gordon laughed, “It’s just that the dispute horn has become the Horned King Sword.”

“.Why does this sound sarcastic when it comes out of your mouth?” Asa scolded with a smile, and made a gesture as if he was going to slap Gordon on the head.

“Hey, in just these few years, you really caught up. ”