The night was already very deep, and most of the day had passed since Lao Shanlong appeared and the battle began.
The first city wall of Jiuzhai is already in sight.
On the city wall, beside the city wall, there are densely packed artillery and heavy crossbow battle positions, and hunters from all over the place are waiting.
Compared with the upper-level hunters who were always fighting with Lao Shanlong, their fighting intensity was not that high. They mainly wiped out small monsters and took turns manipulating the forts along the way as planned.
So the condition is pretty good.
"stop!"
A green flare was shot into the air.
Gordon, who was wielding a sword mechanically, raised his head in confusion. The fatigue accumulated from long-term high-intensity battles made his mind a little confused, and he couldn't figure out what the signal flare meant.
"Senior Gordon."
Hayata, who was also tired, sheathed her sword and took a breath, "Senior Gordon, this is the signal to retreat."
"retreat?"
Gordon was stunned for a few seconds, and then he realized, "Ah, yes, it's time to retreat temporarily."
According to the original plan, the duty of the high-ranking hunters was to hold it back as much as possible in the battle street and use all possible means to cause damage to it.
When Lao Shanlong comes to the city wall, the responsibility of fighting will be handed over to the hunters guarding the city wall.
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The martial arts of the high-ranking swordsmen cannot be of much use on the city wall, so it is better to withdraw first and take a rest.
The wall of the village is not a wall in the conventional sense. The cliffs on both sides of the wall are also part of the fortifications. There is nothing visible on the surface, but in fact the interior has been hollowed out.
Field hospitals, main warehouses, and many key defense facilities are located within it.
Just as Lao Shanlong passed by this section of the cliff and was about to approach the city wall, several special crossbows over one meter long and made of pure steel shot out from the facilities inside the cliff.
These crossbows with huge barbs and dragging special ropes are restraint bullets specially used against extremely large ancient dragons.
Under the precise control of the elite shooters in the fortification, these crossbows went straight to Laoshanlong, escaping the several wounds created by the upper-level hunters and getting stuck in them.
"Roar--"
Amidst Lao Shanlong's roar, the rope straightened instantly.
The "squeaking" sound was heartbreaking, but these ropes made of unknown materials did not break. Instead, they firmly restrained Lao Shanlong's movements, forcing him to stop.
"so smart?!"
Covered in dust and looking disgraced, Henie put down her shield and axe, muttering, "Why didn't you use such a useful thing earlier?"
Yamos glanced at the shield-axe user who didn't like to think too much. "The key is those wounds, otherwise the restraining bullets won't be able to penetrate. If it's so easy, why call us here?"
"Too!"
Several hunters, led by a gray-haired old hunter in his fifties, ran out of the fortifications on the cliff.
"Astin." Xia Zuo stepped forward and greeted him.
The two were contemporaries. Although the former was not in a high position, his rich experience and forthright personality gave him a good reputation among the local hunters in Minagard. He was responsible for leading the hunters on the city wall to conduct defensive operations.
"Leave this place to us, take your time to eat and rest."
The old hunters were very agile and did not talk nonsense. Under their cover, the superior hunters entered the fortification dug deep into the cliff.
Outside, the dragon roared and artillery fire roared.
"have a good rest."
Astin still had too many things to do, so she said hello and left in a hurry.
Soon someone brought food and water to the superior hunters.
The logistics personnel without combat effectiveness have all withdrawn from the stronghold, and the food is only the simplest food to carry, but no one cares about this now, just eating with clear water.
Ted threw the food into his big mouth one by one, "Should we go up to the city wall and have a look? I still have the strength!"
The sound of continuous gunfire made him very angry.
Xia Zuo glared at him, "Stop talking nonsense, fill your stomach quickly, rest on the spot, and try to sleep as much as possible."
"oh......"
Hayata found a hunter who was temporarily free, and hoped that he would help send a message to the guild people about urgently sending weapons.
Several others also needed to change their equipment, so they handed it over to him.
Gordon, who had no need for this, swallowed the fifth portion of the food he carried and lay down on the spot.
He fell into a deep sleep listening to the sounds of fierce fighting outside the fortifications.
...
Time seemed to pass only a moment.
Gordon opened his eyes.
A hunter who smelled of gun smoke and had cannon fodder on his face was about to reach out to wake him up, but was startled when he opened his eyes one step ahead of time.
The two looked at each other for a second before the hunter came back to his senses and said, "Sorry, Mr. Astin asked me to wake you up."
Gordon nodded and stood up.
He wasn't sure how long he slept, but his much relaxed limbs and spirit told him that he had a pretty good sleep.
Just by saying this, Xia Zuo and Yamosi had already opened their eyes and looked over.
Especially Yamos, he didn't even lie down. He straightened his back and sat cross-legged, with the Flying Dragon Sword [Silver] placed across his knees, as if he was meditating instead of sleeping.
I think I heard Hayata say, this is called Sword Zen?
Gordon turned his eyes and looked at Hayata. She was curled up beside her, snoring comfortably while holding Pandan, sleeping soundly.
Well, this shows the difference...
With a curious attitude, Gordon made a general observation. It turned out that the older people were, the more alert they were. Hayata was the least vigilant. She was still sleeping when everyone was up.
Yamos's face was a little dark, and he kicked her to wake her up.
Gordon couldn't help but assume his identity. If the person lying snoring in front of everyone was Feng Ying, he wouldn't be able to help kicking her.
With that guy's vigilance, he probably needs a few more kicks before he wakes up...
"Rumble--."
The loud noise coming from outside the cliff fortification made the hunters startled. They didn't care about breakfast and so on. They picked up their weapons and rushed outside.
It was already bright.
Coming from the dim interior of the fortification to the brightly lit outdoors, Gordon subconsciously stretched out his hand to block his eyes.
When his vision finally regained its clarity and he could clearly see everything in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but shrink suddenly.
Less than half of the originally complete and solid city wall has collapsed.
Most of the numerous forts and heavy-duty crossbows had been destroyed. Many shooters who had lost their gun positions had to set up their own weapons and launch almost meaningless shots at Lao Shanlong.
"Roar!"
The carapace was damaged in many places, and there were many wounds and scorch marks on the body. The Laoshanlong stood upright with its forelimbs and pounced on the crumbling city wall.
The commander on the city wall could be heard yelling in the distance, "It's standing up! Is the loading of the dragon gun finished?!"
"The dragon gun on the left side is completely stuck! There is also a malfunction on the right side. The steam boiler is leaking and the maximum power cannot be guaranteed!"
"Don't worry about it! Start it immediately and give it another try before the city wall is called back!"
There was another loud noise like a landslide, and Laoshanlong lay down on the city wall, biting and scratching.
"Start! Quick!" the commander roared.
A large stream of steam spurted out from the almost ruined city wall, and the high-speed rotating steel spear thrust forward, pressing against Lao Shanlong's chest and pushing him away.
Dragon blood splashed.
Roaring in pain, Laoshanlong lowered his head and bit the rotating dragon-shooting gun. Countless sparks were produced from the friction between the dragon's teeth and the steel.
The old mountain dragon swung its long neck and pulled hard.
With an astonishing power proportional to its size, the dragon-shooting gun and part of its power mechanism were pulled out of the wall, destroying a large area of the city wall.
Many hunters on the top of the city screamed and fell and were buried in the ruins.
The first city wall has been broken down.
Without anyone's command, the upper-level hunters drew their weapons one after another.
"Let's go!"
