Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

"Let me try it!"

With a big shield on his head and a gun in his hand, Ted rushed towards him like a big wild boar king.

Gordon stepped aside a little.

Although the old mountain dragon was different from other monsters, its super-sized body made it unnecessary for hunters to compete for the so-called attack position. Anyway, the chest alone was as wide as a city wall, and hunters could attack side by side.

But looking at the direction of Ted's charge, it was obvious that he was aiming at the wound he had cut.

Having known each other for many years, Gordon knew the character of this old man.

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

Bar?

"Drink ah ah ah ah!" Amidst the rough growl, Ted rushed past Gordon.

For a moment Gordon wondered, did this guy switch to a long gun?

Clumsy and heavy, whether it is a stabbing swing or a shelling, he pays attention to opening and closing the gun gun, showing surprising precision in his hands.

Under the charge of movement, the tip of the gun still pierced the shallow wound that was cut only a few minutes ago.

Compared with slashing, the stabbing power of this little breakthrough is more concentrated.

All the strength of Ted's charge, together with the inertia carried by his tall body and heavy armor, flowed down his arm into the gungun.

The bright purple noble lady's candle, just like this, plunged into Lao Shanlong's chest for 20 to 30 centimeters.

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

Ted's legs were wide open in a lunge, maintaining a forward thrusting posture, but he was pushed back and slipped continuously, and two deep grooves were plowed on the flat ground by the steel nails at the bottom of his combat boots.

Gordon couldn't help casting a weird look.

This guy doesn't 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 clenched it tightly—he wanted to use this method to push the gun deeper into the gun.

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

"Full shot!"

"Boom—"

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

The Longhang cannon spikes loaded near the head of the blunderbuss gun were driven into the wound along with the blunderbuss bullets.

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

But in the next second, the stake that Ted placed high hopes on actually slipped out of Laoshanlong's wound and fell to the ground, making a sharp metal clang.

"Clang clang!"

On the ground, there were no stakes and nails stained with a trace of blood, as if mocking the hunter's overreach.

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

Gordon: "."

Only now did he understand what this guy was planning.

If the special pure steel nails can really be firmly inserted into Laoshanlong's wound, the power of Mielong carbon can be used to expand the wound.

Unfortunately, it seems that it is not yet time.

Then keep cutting.

Gordon picked up the big sword and entered the charging posture again.

Seeing Gordon "stand still", two red velociraptors were running towards them, Hayata immediately intercepted them, swung the sword that condensed the Qi 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 concentrated, her center of gravity sank slightly, and at the moment when the sharp claws of the red speed dragon were about to kick her head and neck, the horizontal knife blocked and opened the claws, followed by a vertical slash, directly smashing the red speed dragon. The dragon is cut in half.

Vibrating the knife to shake off the blood on the blade, the momentum rose sharply.

"Oh, neat."

Amos, who was always worried and devoted a little energy to paying attention to Hayata's side, chuckled lightly.

This speed, this strength, is obviously not an ordinary vertical cut, but a special sword skill.

In the school of swordsmanship that I passed down to Hayata, there is no such move.

Extremely fast anti-retaliation, the sword skill learned from Master Pu Xian of Yanhuo Village, it seems to be called Gangqi Blade Slash?

"Crackling!"

A pterosaur seemed to have noticed Amos's distraction, and swooped down.

Amos turned his eyes slightly, and was just about to take out the flying dragon knife [Silver] that seemed to be made of silver in his hand, when a thick crossbow had already pierced the pterosaur and shot it down.

"Tsk."

Amos turned his head to one side, and continued to wipe out the small monsters nearby with great efficiency.

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

Miles, who came here at some point, let go of the heavy bed crossbow in front of him, and said to Maca who was guarding him, "Reload."

"oh oh."

Maca didn't know how she became a bodyguard and handyman, but Miles' suppression of all members of the "Alcohol Squad" seemed to have infected her as well.

You are what you say.

"Kababa!" Babaka held a short spear-like heavy crossbow bolt, jumped onto the bed crossbow and set it up, and then turned the winch wheel together with Maca.

Miles pulled away the side artillery and put it on the gun position, pushing left and right, but he still couldn't find the shooter with the most satisfactory angle.

I personally adjusted the position of the lower muzzle and fired the artillery.

"boom!"

The cannonball shot out loudly and hit Lao Shanlong's right hind foot accurately, without bursting into flames. It was a solid iron bullet.

The cannonball that almost turned into a discus was embedded in the astonishingly thick carapace of Lao Shanlong's legs, but the carapace was neither broken nor damaged, and even the cracks were not visible.

Such a result made Miles frown.

This gun is too old and too outdated.

The rate of fire, caliber, and the power of the supporting shells are not up to the standard. It may be effective against ordinary monsters, but when it hits Laoshanlong, it can't even make it look back.

It would be great if there is a new type of rapid-fire gun, which can be loaded with multiple 20-inch high-explosive grenades at a time, and fired in one go, blasting several huge craters on the mountain.

It's a pity that the rapid-fire gun emplacement is extremely heavy and has a complicated structure. It must be used with special rails and mounts. It is only equipped in the newly built village, and there is none in the old village.

"Papa Meyers?"

Miles was only dissatisfied with the power of the artillery, but Maca was a little frightened.

She was born in Loklark, and although she had never personally participated in the "Great Feast in the Great Desert", she had more or less heard the description of the battle process.

Even for a monster like Fengshanlong, if it is bombarded by artillery, its carapace will be damaged and it will howl.

Doesn't it look like this guy in front of him didn't feel the shelling?

"We, shall we continue to shoot?" She swallowed, "Why, why does it feel like it's useless?"

"nonsense!"

Myers glared back at her, "It didn't respond just because the gun's firepower was too poor, and it was aiming at the leg with a thick carapace.

One cannon and two cannons can't be fired, so ten cannons and one hundred cannons are used. There are no advanced good cannons in the old village, but the number is still enough. Come and help move the shells! "

"Oh, here we come!"

With some confidence in his heart, Maca took Babaka, ran to the ammunition box beside him, and picked up the shells.

The shooter who was robbed of his position followed the others to clean up the remaining ash in the barrel and load the gunpowder.

Miles carefully adjusted the direction of the muzzle.

"Fire!"