Carrying two people is not easy for Amber the toothhound, but it is not completely impossible to run.

After spending some time catching up with the caravan, it sent the unconscious Feng Ying and the third princess to the maid lady.

In the car, the crying maid lady saw the third princess come back, and first hurriedly patted and beat, and after confirming that the latter was not injured, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"The concubine is fine! Let's see how the stupid Feng Ying is! The third princess impatiently pushed the maid away and pointed to Feng Yingdao, who was lying flat.

Miss maid has a flat mouth, and she's not a doctor.

After thinking about it left and right, she could only take out two bottles of recovery medicine from Feng Ying's prop bag and feed her slowly.

It may not be the right thing to do, but at least it will hang your life.

Fortunately, Feng Ying's injuries were not serious enough to that extent, and it didn't take long for her to wake up.

She "poof! "Sit up.

"Stupid Fengying! This time it's the concubine who saved you JA! "The third princess was very proud.

"Wow!" Amber, who was following the car, also screamed happily twice.

Feng Ying was confused for a moment.

How is this guy going to save himself? Forget it, let's ask in detail later, there are more urgent matters now.

"Where's Anhill Senpai?!"

The third princess blinked, "The concubine doesn't know ja!" ”

Feng Ying glanced at the guy and listened intently, the sound of ballistas firing continuously, and the roar of monsters came from the back of the convoy.

No need to ask.

The entire convoy became tense as they desperately picked up their pace while trying to calm the herbivorous dragon pulling the cart.

The members of the convoy are all old men of the Chamber of Commerce, and no one left the convoy to run away alone, they all know very well that in the dangerous wilderness, only by holding together can they live.

At least the hunters are still fighting, and running into the jungle alone is really lifeless.

Anhill and Prima fought and retreated, and had retreated not far from the convoy.

The mysterious monster chased after them tightly, clearly not ready to let them go easily.

Feng Ying grabbed the binoculars on the chest of the third princess, climbed into the canopy and observed for a moment, "You have to find a way to hinder the monster's movement, otherwise it will be difficult to get rid of the pursuit." ”

"Can't you kill it?" The third princess said dissatisfied.

Feng Ying tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Seeing Anhill and Prima covering each other and calmly maneuvering with the monster, Feng Ying suddenly felt that it was not too difficult for these two to directly kite the mysterious monster to death.

But the problem is that Anhill's predecessor's ammunition has basically run out, and the number of magazines carried by the princess's guard cannot be too much.

Looking at the monster's still alive appearance, it may not be enough.

"Not enough ammunition!" Feng Ying explained briefly and jumped off the roof of the car.

She barely managed to get on her feet from her injuries that she hadn't fully recovered, and she limped to the back of the convoy as she propped her hands on the ground.

The head of the Chamber of Commerce kept urging everyone to continue to speed up their pace, and they were still tightly holding the reins of a herbivorous dragon in their hands, and they couldn't see the usual old and gentle appearance at all.

"Grandpa Director, Anhill's seniors are running out of ammunition, so they have to think of some other way to delay the monster!"

The head of the Chamber of Commerce handed the reins in his hand to the other coachman, "If you have any ideas, just say it, anything." ”

Feng Ying said very quickly: "Is there anything flammable?" Like pine resin, cotton, and spirits, that monster seems to be more afraid of fire! ”

The head of the Chamber of Commerce immediately understood Feng Ying's thoughts.

He knew every cargo in the caravan, and now was not the time to save it.

"There's a cart of light yarn from Locklac, and some weeping oil from the wetlands!"

After speaking, without waiting for Feng Ying to answer, he dropped his crutches and ran, "I'll go get the leather oil, the truck carrying light yarn is behind, you ask them!" ”

Feng Ying didn't procrastinate, and quickly found the truck.

After briefly explaining to the driver, "The supervisor asked me to do this", he swung his sword and cut the wheel, and then cut the tarpaulin and rope covering the goods in three or two strokes.

Reveals rolls of light and delicate and valuable Locklac light yarn.

The director also brought two people, carrying several large clay pots of drooping oil, and helped Feng Ying dump all these equally expensive medicinal oils and fats on the truck full of light yarn.

There is distress in everyone's eyes, but there is nothing to give up.

If these costs can keep the caravan and the rest of the cargo safe, then the "business" is undoubtedly a good deal.

"I'll stay here, you can go." Feng Ying picked up her shield and drew her sword, nodding to the few caravan members who were helping.

The director of the Chamber of Commerce was not polite, and ran away, keeping up with the footsteps of the distant convoy.

Another two minutes passed.

Anhill, Prima, and the mysterious monster that glittered with lightning appeared in Fengying's sight.

"This way! This way! Feng Ying waved vigorously at the two of them.

After the two shooters retreated to the cart, they were a little puzzled as to why a car was parked here.

"Flammable!" Feng Ying explained simply.

Anhill and Prima immediately understood her plan, and the two shooters looked at each other, delaying their shot, and the three of them stepped back together for some distance.

The monster took advantage of the pause in shooting and chased after him.

As it approached the cart parked in the middle of the road, Anhill pulled the trigger in quick succession, firing several armor-piercing grenades at the cart.

"Boom!"

With a bang, the cart and the light yarn stained with grease on it burst everywhere.

Prima fired a barrage of flame bullets at the large pile of light yarn that had fallen to the ground, and the sparks ignited the grease, and the flames burst into flames, startling the pursuing monsters.

The flames spread rapidly, and the lush grass and trees began to burn.

Even the hunters who started it were startled by the fire that spread.

"Wouldn't it start a forest fire?" Feng Ying stammered a little.

Prima glanced at her, "Why don't you stay and help put out the fire?" ”

Anhill looked at the monster that was intimidated by the fire, and glanced around again.

He put away his crossbow, "No, this woodland is full of streams, and it's very wet, that is, there is oil to help burn, and the fire will spread so quickly."

The fire on the edge of the fire has been somewhat contained, and this fire won't last long, so let's go. ”

The three hunters put away their weapons, caught up with the convoy, and hurried away.

Leaving behind the angry monster, it raised its head to the sky and let out a long howl.

As Anhill predicted, the fire didn't last long.

Feng Ying was in a complicated mood, she regretted it, regretted not spilling two more cans of oil.

The caravan was running wildly, and the monsters didn't seem to catch up, but they still didn't dare to let their guard down.

No one shouted that they were tired, and no fool would offer to settle down and rest at this time.

The whole convoy rushed along the stream, and the pace did not stop for a whole night.

The sunrise reflects the fiery red morning glow in the sky.

The same fiery red maple forest gradually occupied the field of vision of everyone in the caravan.

The faint smell of sulphur shrouds the surrounding low mountains.

Surrounded by mountains, a prosperous village with "red" as the main color looms.

(There's another chapter in the evening.)

(End of chapter)