Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

The craftsmen of Barubare are very efficient.

In just a few days, the adaptive modification of artillery, heavy crossbows, and supporting vehicles has been completed.

The emergency repair and modification of the Isana has been basically completed.

The upper hunters responsible for monitoring the Swallowing Abyss Dragon sent back the news that the target had not moved.

The situation of the canyon as the battlefield has also been confirmed.

All conditions have been gathered, and the old man, the president of the Barubare Guild, decisively issued an order to start the battle.

A huge convoy consisting of dozens of large and small caravans set off from Barubare before dawn.

The members of the convoy are mainly craftsmen and elite hunters.

In addition to artillery and heavy crossbows, these caravans are loaded with an astonishing number of artillery shells, crossbow shells, and explosives.

It is completely based on the standard of repelling super-giant ancient dragons such as the Haoshan Dragon.

In the center of the convoy, there is a specially modified caravan.

The craftsmen have installed the most advanced shock absorption system for it, which can minimize the vibration impact of the vehicle during driving.

This type of system is expensive and usually only appears in the specially customized vehicles of big shots.

However, the person on this car is not a nobleman.

Instead, it is a super anti-dragon bomb named "Qikiya" by Zhucho.

On the steel barrel, a ferocious cat face with bared fangs was painted with red oil paint, and a pair of cat ears were added to the top of the barrel.

Not only does it not look scary, but it is also quite cute.

The alchemists who were mixing the charge together could not understand the meaning of the name of this super bomb. Some people asked curiously, but Zhucho refused to say.

As for Gordon and the others, of course they knew it, and they just turned a blind eye to Zhucho's little bad taste.

Only Xianglan secretly took a photo of this super bomb.

You don't want your mother to know

Zhucho is traveling with the convoy, and he will be responsible for the arrangement of bombs and traps.

Gordon Hayata and others will set off on the Isana two days later.

The newly repaired new engine needs to be checked repeatedly to ensure that the probability of failure is minimized. It is not too late for the Isana to set off after the decisive battle site is arranged and ready for battle.

After two days of long journey, the huge convoy finally arrived at the canyon of the destination.

The president, who was white-haired but still strong and flexible, jumped down from the roof of a caravan.

He put one hand on his waist, took off his wide-brimmed hat and fanned himself, "Yeah, although this trip has nothing to do with travel, it is really a long-lost breath of free air.

Sitting in the office all day is really not suitable for me. Otherwise, I will resign after this time."

The processing person with an extremely rare and sturdy body among the dragon people came over.

Strong muscles, deep eye sockets, square jaws, and the corners of the mouth that are always slightly pursed give people a sense of simplicity and reliability.

"You're dreaming."

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The old man who always looked confident and heroic in front of others fell, "You guys, although you don't talk much, you can always hit the point that makes people break their defense."

The processing person did not reply, and stared at the canyon in front of him quietly.

After a moment, he said in a dull voice: "It's a good place."

The old man sighed. The two had known each other when they were young, and he knew this guy's temper too well.

There are only two results of chatting with him. One is that he is like a piece of wood, just listening to you and not saying a word, and the other is that he suddenly talks to you about business.

Putting on the hat again and adjusting the brim of the hat, the guild leader continued: "The terrain is indeed good. You take people to the bottom of the valley to arrange heavy bed crossbows.

Remember to choose a location with complete and solid rock formations, and drive the fixing bolts as deep as possible.

I will take others to set up camp, and then go to the top of the canyon to see which locations are suitable for setting up artillery."

"Yeah."

The dragon man nodded calmly, turned around and whistled.

The Bobos in the convoy that were responsible for pulling the heavy crossbows immediately left the queue and gathered towards him.

"Let's go meow! Let's go too meow!"

Zhu Chop slapped the Bobo under him, constantly urging him, trying to make him pull the bomb-carrying vehicle to meet up with the processing person in charge. Their goal was the bottom of the valley.

But the Bobo didn't listen to it at all, and looked around on his own.

The processing person noticed the movement here and whistled again, and the Bobo immediately pulled the vehicle and ran over.

Zhu Chop pulled the reins desperately, "Slow down meow! Steady meow!"

The huge and bloated convoy was dispersed in an orderly manner under the command of several managers, driving in different directions with clear goals.

Zhu Chop, who arrived at the bottom of the valley, didn't take much time to find several suitable locations for setting up bombs.

It even considered using a series of explosions to directly collapse the entire canyon and bury the swallowing dragon alive.

But considering the amount of work, and the fact that the Devouring Abyss Dragon is good at drilling, the strategy of burying alive is unlikely to work.

This plan was eventually rejected and became the current Super Big Bang Bang.

After confirming the location and route for setting the bomb, the "Qiqiya" was sent to a safe place for storage.

Having completed his work, Pork Chop was about to walk around and see what was going on, but he found that the processing person was holding a blueprint and walking towards him.

The shadow cast by the tall body enveloped it.

If it was more than a decade ago, it might have been scared, but now it has long been used to it.

"I have something to ask." The person in charge of processing said few words as always.

Pork Chop nodded.

In order to facilitate communication with the pork chop, which was no taller than his thigh, the processing manager squatted down and spread the drawings in his hands on the ground.

That's a simple canyon topographic map.

"In your opinion, where should the heavy-duty bed crossbow be installed to achieve the best effect of restraint bullets?" the processing director described the problem in concise language.

"Meow?" Piglet tilted his head.

Whether he is the guild leader or the person in charge of processing, he should be a well-informed person, and he has participated in countless battles to defeat the Haoshan Dragon. Why should he ask himself this kind of question?

Seeing its confusion, the person in charge of processing explained sentence by sentence: "Haoshanlong is a mobile warfare, the dragon-attacking ship can move, and the restraint bomb relies on on-the-spot judgment.

This time it is a positional battle, and advance arrangements are more important.

In this way, you will gain more experience by defeating the giant ancient dragon. "

Pork Chop’s beard trembled.

Gordon and the others are following the Isana and are not here.

If you put it this way, you are indeed the creature with the most experience in the convoy that came to the canyon to set up the battlefield.

".Look down there, meow."

"I think we should first place two bed crossbows at these two locations so that their firing ranges intersect with each other to cover the entire battlefield."

"This area is not suitable, meow. If the swallowing dragon moves to the other side, the rope of the restraining bullet will be stretched very long, and it will easily get entangled, meow."

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The person in charge of processing kept nodding his head, and after confirming that all the pork chops had been spoken, he said seriously: "Very useful suggestion, thank you very much."

Pork Chop scratched his ears in embarrassment.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw the guild master walking towards it with a smile.

"Oh, it seems that we have thought of going together. Pig Chop, please come and give me some advice. Is it okay to set the artillery in these directions?

Oh, by the way, I still have an immature idea. Can you guys help me see if it’s feasible? "