Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

(Attached are some pictures of Battle Street to facilitate understanding of some descriptions)

When Styracosaurus staggered and fell down, several bursts of long and short horn flutes came from the top of the stepped city wall.

The shrill sound of the horn whistle cut through the roar of the artillery fire and could be heard throughout Battle Street.

This is an order for collective use of restraint rounds.

The hunters responsible for manipulating the heavy bed crossbows paused their attacks one after another, loaded the restraint bullets made of pure steel and connected with strong steel cables onto the crossbow bed, and quickly used the winches to fully pull the crossbow strings.

"beep--!"

Another piercing whistle sounded.

After receiving the signal, a dozen heavy-duty crossbows on the three stepped city walls were fired at the same time. With the sound of "whooshing" in the wind, restrained bullets with ferocious barbs were fired at the Styracosaurus raging in the battle street.

Gordon had never seen so many volleys of restraint rounds.

When the Lingshan Dragon was blocked in the sand sea, the dragon-attacking ship used two sets of restraining bombs to firmly fix the hull to the side of the Lingshan Dragon.

In the defense battle of Lao Shanlong in the old village of Minagard, four sets of restraint bombs controlled Lao Shanlong for a long time.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that there are not enough heavy-duty crossbows in the dragon boats and old villages.

But no matter what, it was really prudent to command the heavy bed crossbow to fire restraint rounds when Styracosaurus fell down, or to use a dozen heavy bed crossbows to fire at the same time.

Is the conductor a master craftsman? No wonder, Master, he always likes to play it slow and steady.

The restraint bullets hit the armpits, the roots of the limbs and other parts of the Styracosaurus one after another. From the impact points, it can be seen that the shooters operating the heavy bed crossbows are experienced or have received targeted training.

The muscles in these parts are thicker, which can make it easier for the barbs of the restraint bullet to get stuck. At the same time, it is not conducive to the strength of the giant Styracosaurus and makes it difficult to break free.

This wave of offensive, whether it is the launch timing, the number of restraint bullets, or the positions locked by the shooters, are quite perfect.

Even if Lao Shanlong is here, he will inevitably be firmly locked on the ground and unable to move for a long time.

However, in fact, the effect of this volley of restraint bullets was not as good as expected.

The thick keel oil flowing on the body of Styracosaurus, as well as those sharp metal objects, played a very good blocking and buffering role.

Most of the restraint bullets did not penetrate deep enough, and nearly half of the restraint bullets and crossbow arrows failed to penetrate the body of the Styracosaurus at all. It fell down one after another as soon as it moved.

In the end, there were only four or five steel cables that were successfully fixed, and they were unevenly distributed. This meant that although Styracosaurus was held in place, half of its body could still move.

It struggled wildly.

Under normal circumstances, large creatures will not break free after being hit by restraint bombs.

After all, the crossbow arrow with huge barbs is stuck in the flesh. If it is forced to break free, it will easily tear off a large piece of flesh.

But this was not a problem at all for Styracosaurus, which had a dragon-shooting gun pierced through its chest and was still able to move freely after half of its internal organs were blown to pieces.

Compared to the injury and pain, what was even more unbearable for the chaotic-thinking Styracosaurus was this feeling of being restrained.

"Gah!" it roared crazily.

The four or five remaining steel cables tightened instantly, making an overwhelming clang sound.

As it swung violently, the heavy bed crossbow connected to one of the steel cables was pulled out together with the bolt buried deep in the ground.

The upper-level hunters who were about to take the opportunity to launch a strong attack saw this and immediately retreated.

In the state of crazy struggle, the movements of Styracosaurus were completely unpredictable and even more dangerous than when they were moving freely. The steel rope that could break at any time could cut them in half.

Standing at a high place, looking down at the entire battlefield, Kambei (Master Craftsman) frowned.

The tactic of volleying restraint bullets failed. Not only did it fail to control the Styracosaurus, it may have forced the Styracosaurus to prematurely shift its attention to the turret and bed crossbow.

This cannot continue.

Holding back the tightness in his chest caused by a violent cough, he said to the messenger beside him: "Sign the hunters to retreat and fire the dragon-killing cannon!"

"beep--!"

As the warning horn sounded, the upper-level hunters surrounding the Styracosaurus retreated faster.

Amidst the roar of machinery, the dragon-killing cannon that had just been reloaded slowly turned its muzzle, preparing for the second launch.

Although Styracosaurus is crazy, it is not a savage beast without intelligence. The previous dragon-killing cannon left a very deep impression on it.

When it was pointed at the muzzle, the strong sense of crisis drove it to bend its legs and wing claws and jump sideways with all its strength.

Driven by the astonishingly powerful muscle power, the remaining steel cables were broken one after another, or the crossbow arrows were pulled out of its body along with the flesh and blood.

Due to the involvement of these steel cables, the jump of Styracosaurus was unsuccessful. With this jump, it forcibly broke away from the restraints, but it also lost its balance and fell to the ground.

But it was a successful dodge.

The dragon-killing cannon roared, but the dragon-killing carbon shells wrapped with high-intensity dragon-attribute energy missed the Styracosaurus and landed on the ground dozens of meters away.

Golden explosive flames rose into a mushroom cloud.

The ground was trembling, and a huge crater appeared on the repeatedly compacted ground of the battle square. The remaining escaped dragon energy turned into tiny red arcs, crackling and jumping in the crater.

The shock wave of the explosion knocked the fallen Styracosaurus upside down, and its body dripping with black oil was covered with gravel and dust, making it look particularly embarrassed.

But compared to being hit directly by the Dragon Slayer Cannon, this situation is much better.

At this time, Campbell was no longer as meek as usual, and the moment he noticed that the cannonball hit the giant halberd's body, he yelled in a hoarse voice:

"Retreat! Near the Dragon Slayer Cannon, all personnel retreat!"

Although it was difficult to see the giant halberd in the square from the wall because of the smoke from the explosion, he knew that the latter's counterattack would come soon.

The engineers who were in charge of manipulating the Dragon Slayer Cannon rushed out of the cannon cabin, buried their heads and ran wildly, and the guild knights guarding Campbell couldn't care less, picked him up and ran away.

Sure enough, just a few seconds later, the fiery dragon's breath broke through the barrier of gunpowder smoke and dust, and enveloped the Dragon Slayer Cannon including the huge and complex structure of the gun mount.

"Boom—!"

The sound of black oil detonating was endless.

The giant halberd dragon's breath lasted for a very long time, and after more than ten seconds, the jet of dragon flames slowly stopped.

The expensive gun barrel was burning in the flames of oil, which also cost a lot of manpower and material resources. The gun mount made of high-strength alloy gradually became red hot and cracked.

Although on the whole, the Dragon Slayer Cannon shrouded in flames seemed to be fine, but anyone with a little bit of engineering knowledge would know that this most advanced giant artillery on the entire continent had been completely scrapped.

There is no point of maintenance at all, even if you want to disassemble it and return it to the furnace, it will become very difficult because of the keel oil stuck on it.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the ammunition depot storing the dragon-killing carbon shells was buried very deep underground, and there was no martyrdom. Otherwise, even this stepped city wall might collapse on a large scale.

After burning the destroying dragon cannon, the giant halberd turned around and turned its gaze to the forts and heavy bed crossbows on the surrounding city walls.

Due to the lack of pain sensation, even though the continuous attacks of these city defense weapons caused a lot of damage to it, the giant halberd was never aware of this, and didn't even notice their existence.

It only felt that the high-ranking hunters running around in front of its eyes were more annoying, so it never attacked the city wall.

However, the bondage of restraint bullets caught its attention and completely angered it.

Like an overloaded boiler, the blazing light that symbolizes high temperature shines from its riddled chest, astonishing heat radiates to the surroundings, and even the black grease covering its whole body melts under the high temperature , flowing all over the place.

"Roar, quack, quack, quack!"

Amidst the frenzied roar, the giant halberd dragon jumped up and rushed towards the seemingly indestructible stepped walls.