Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Regarding "what to do with the stored gunpowder", everyone has reached a consensus, but there are some differences in how to do it.

Some people think that simply "offering a tribute" is too passive, two consecutive fortresses were destroyed, and no one survived the garrison, such a monster would be so easy to deal with?

Another group of people think that detonating explosives is too radical, and ancient dragon-level creatures are not so easy to be seriously injured. The other party was about to leave, but after being bombarded with anger, they decided to destroy the city and slaughter the citizens. What should I do?

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

In the end, everyone turned to President Jerome. After all, he is the person in charge of the city defense battle, and the decision rests with him.

The bald old man's oily forehead was covered with sweat. This determination was really not easy.

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

Afterwards, no matter whether it is detonation or tribute, this step must always be taken. An attack may happen at any time, so don't waste time. "Zero sighed.

He called the guild staff to arrange the work of emptying the warehouse and moving the gunpowder.

"Time rush? Time, time"

Gordon was talking to himself, as if he had gotten some inspiration from President Jerome's words.

He suddenly turned to the pig chop, "Pig chop, can you make a small barrel that explodes at a certain time, the lead time needs to be very long, the kind that can be delayed for half an hour."

"Meow?" Piggy raised his head, "Of course you can meow, this one is not difficult to meow."

Gordon smiled and said: "Then we can do this, put the timed small barrel bomb in the pile of gunpowder barrels, and let the mysterious monster eat it.

Regardless of whether it left after eating, or stayed insatiably greedy, after a while, the pile of gunpowder would detonate in its stomach.

This allows for more effective damage without irritating it in the first place. "

The hunters looked at each other.

"As expected of Mr. Brave Gordon, how wretched!" Dorothy's eyes lit up with the frank and quick hunting whistle.

Gordon twitched the corner of his mouth, "...I'll take it as if you're praising me."

"You can meow! But you can't use a small barrel to explode meow, it's too easy to be chewed up in advance meow, next time I think about it, I can use iron-shelled howitzer shells to modify my meow? Then make a few more, it's safer meow!

There may also be liquid in the stomach of the monster, and the gunpowder is not easy to explode when it is wet. I suggest that in addition to the gunpowder barrel, add more kerosene, sulfur and other flammable materials. If it cannot explode, it will burn violently! "

President Jerome was also very decisive, "Dorothy, take the pork chops to the warehouse, you can use anything you want, and call for help if you need help."

"Okay!" The female hunter picked up the pork chop and ran down the city wall amidst the latter's screams.

"Do you have any good plans for everyone in Yinbian?" President Jerome rubbed his big hands and looked at them expectantly, "Whether it's wretched or vicious, let's not consider these now!"

"...Not for the time being." Gordon always felt that after this battle, the reputation of their team would be skewed in a strange direction.

"It's a pity." The fat and strong old guy couldn't hide his regret on his face.

Glancing at the sun that was beginning to slant westward, Anshir reminded, "Master Jerome, this cannot be regarded as information, it may be just a coincidence.

The first two attacks happened after nightfall, maybe this is the habit of the mysterious monster?

Anyway, we'd better get everything ready before sunset.

Also, remember to prepare lighting equipment, fighting in the dark can be too disadvantageous. "

President Jerome nodded, and the fat on his chin shook, "Okay, I will keep an eye on the progress myself."

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

The evacuation warning 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 anxiety and carry out the work at hand.

Carts of wooden barrels filled with gunpowder, as well as large quantities of kerosene and sulfur were moved out of the warehouse, placed on stable trucks, and transported to a mill one or two kilometers 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 feel suspicious when it saw a piece of meat placed in the middle of the road.

Not to mention more cunning and cautious monsters?

So, they plan to put these things XZ in the underground warehouse of the mill.

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

Gordon leaned against the top of the city wall with a piece of jerky in his mouth, looking at the busy crowd and convoy below, "Everyone is working hard, only we are resting, and we all feel a little guilty."

Hayata next to him was holding a small wooden stick wrapped in cotton, wiping away the dust that did not exist on Yato [Moon Shadow] bit by bit.

The face and blade of the sword were so bright that they could be used as a mirror, but she was still not satisfied, so she took a breath and continued to wipe, "In order to protect the homeland, everyone will do their best.

It's not a good feeling to be displaced. "

"Exactly."

Wearing black-horned dragon armor and carrying the horned king sword on his back, the big sword that looks like a human-shaped horned dragon made Asa come over, "Villages and towns are destroyed by monsters every year.

Lost relatives, friends and family, lost property, and had no choice but to become refugees who can only live under the fence. Such poor people can be seen everywhere, and no one wants such a fate to befall them.

As long as there is still a chance, we Metabetas will not give up guarding our homeland. "

"Mr. Asa." Gordon made a little effort, got away from the wall he was leaning on, and stood up straight.

"Um--"

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

Gordon was a little hairy from being stared at, and he looked back a little. Just as he was about to say something, the middle-aged man who was as powerful as a horned dragon suddenly laughed.

"It really is you, Boy Gordon."

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

Hayata put the sword back into its sheath, bowed, greeted relatively formally, and said with a smile: "Mr. Asa, my teacher has mentioned you many times."

"How did he mention it?"

"Uh." Just out of courtesy, Hayatta said this casually, but he didn't expect the other party to ask.

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

There was no way to answer this, so Hayata had to show an embarrassed but polite smile.

Asa looked at Gordon again, with some emotion in his tone, "I heard two years ago that a young swordsman named Gordon became famous in East Doruma. It's really you.

I haven't seen you in 2067, so I don't even dare to recognize her. "

"Uncle Asa, you haven't changed much." Gordon chuckled, "It's just that the angle of dispute has changed into the sword of the king of horns."

"Why does this sound like a sarcasm when you say it from your mouth?" Asa laughed and cursed, making a gesture as if he wanted to slap Gordon's head.

"Hey, in the past few years, I have really caught up with you."