There is a consensus on what to do with the gunpowder reserves, but there are some differences on how to do it.

Some people think that simply "offering tribute" is too passive, and two fortresses in a row have been destroyed, and no one in the garrison has survived, so how easy will such a monster be?

Others think that the explosives are too aggressive, and the ancient dragon creatures are not so easy to be seriously injured, and the other party was about to leave, but they were angry after being blown up, but they were determined to destroy the city and slaughter the citizens.

Both sides have a reasonable point of view, but they are also gambling, gambling on their own lives, the lives of the defenders, and even the lives of the entire city.

In the end, everyone still looked at President Zheluo, and in the final analysis, he was the person in charge of this urban defense battle, and the decision was in his hands.

The bald old man's oily head was sweating, and this determination was really not easy to make.

"In any case, I will arrange for someone to move all the reserve gunpowder that was not used in this battle from the warehouse and pile it in an open area at least a few hundred meters away from the city wall.

After that, whether it is detonating or paying tribute, this step is always taken, and the attack can happen at any time, so don't waste time. Jerro sighed.

He called the guild staff and arranged for the work of emptying the warehouse and carrying gunpowder.

"Pressed for time? Time, time ......"

Gordon muttered to himself, as if he had been inspired by President Jerro's words.

He suddenly turned to look at the pork chop, "Pork chop, can you make a keg that detonates at a timed to pop out, the lead time should be very long, the kind that will be delayed for half an hour." ”

"Meow?" Pork Chop looked up, "Of course you can meow, this is not difficult to meow." ”

Gordon laughed and said, "Then we can put a timed keg of explosives in that pile of powder kegs and let the mysterious monster eat it."

It doesn't matter if it leaves after eating, or if it stays insatiably, after a while, the pile of gunpowder will detonate in its stomach.

This will allow you to deal damage more effectively without angering it in the first place. ”

The hunters looked at each other.

"It's worthy of Mr. Gordon the Brave, it's so obscene!" The straightforward and fast Cheeter flute made Dorothy's eyes light up.

Gordon tugged at the corners of his mouth, "...... I'll just think you're praising me. ”

"Yes, meow! But you can't use a keg to explode a meow.,It's too easy to be chewed in advance.,Think about meow next... Can you modify a meow with an iron-clad howitzer shell? Then do a few more and compare insurance meows!

There may be liquid in the belly of the monster.,It's not easy to explode when the gunpowder is wet.,In addition to the powder keg, it's recommended to add more kerosene,Sulfur and other flammable materials meow.,If you can't explode, you have to burn up violently! ”

President Jerro was also very decisive, "Dorothy, you take the pork chop to the warehouse, you can use whatever you want, and if you need help, call someone to help." ”

"Okay!" The pilet lifter picked up the pork chop and ran down the rampart to the latter's squeaking.

"Do you have any other good plans for you?" President Jerra rubbed his big hands together and looked at them expectantly, "Lewdness or viciousness, let's not think about that now!" ”

“...... Not for now. Gordon always felt that their squad's reputation would skew in strange directions after this battle.

"It's a pity." The fat old guy couldn't hide his regret on his face.

Glancing at the sun that was beginning to set in the west, Anhill opened his mouth to remind, "Lord Zoro, this can't be used as information, it may just be a coincidence.

The first two attacks took place after dark, perhaps because of the habit of the mysterious monsters?

Anyway, we'd better get everything done before sunset.

Also, remember to prepare lighting equipment, it will be too much of a loss to fight in the dark. ”

President Jerro nodded, and the fat on his chin trembled, "Okay, I'll keep an eye on the progress myself." ”

......

Above and below the city walls, many people were busy, including citizens, craftsmen and other non-combatants who volunteered to help.

The evacuation alarm has been issued, and everyone knows that danger is coming, and it is inevitable that they will be a little panicked and anxious, but they still hold back their anxiety and carry on with the work at hand.

Truckloads of barrels full of gunpowder, as well as large quantities of kerosene, and sulphur were carried out of the warehouses and placed on smooth wagons to a mill a kilometer or two away.

According to the original plan, the flammable and explosive materials were to be stacked in an open field, but one hunter objected.

Even ordinary beasts would be suspicious when they saw a piece of meat placed in the middle of the road.

Not to mention the more cunning and cautious monsters?

So, they were going to put these East XZ in the underground warehouse of the mill.

This may not be a clever strategy, but if it is the "food" that you find yourself, you should be able to dispel some of your doubts.

Gordon leaned against the city wall with a dried meat in his mouth, looking at the busy crowd and convoy below, "Everyone is working hard, only we are resting, and we are all a little guilty." ”

Next to her, Hayatta was holding a small wooden stick wrapped in cotton, wiping the dust that didn't exist on the night knife little by little.

The sword surface and blade were so bright that they could be used as mirrors, but she was still not satisfied, so she sighed and continued to wipe, "In order to protect the homeland, everyone will do their best."

It's not a good feeling to be displaced. ”

"Exactly."

Dressed in black horned dragon armor and carrying the Horned King Sword on his back, the whole person was like a humanoid horned dragon with a big sword that made Asa come over, "Villages and towns are destroyed by monsters every year.

Losing relatives, friends, family, property, and helplessness to become refugees who can only be sent to the fence, such a poor person can be seen anywhere, and no one wants that kind of fate to befall them.

As long as there is the slightest possibility, we Metabetats will not give up defending our homeland. ”

"Mr. Asa." With a slight strain, Gordon stepped away from the battlement he was leaning on and straightened up.

"Hmm-"

Asa pinched his stubbled chin and stared at Gordon for a long time.

Gordon was stared at a little hairy, leaned back slightly, and was about to say something, when the middle-aged man who was as strong as a horned dragon suddenly laughed.

"It's you, Gordon boy."

As he spoke, he looked at Hayatta again, "And you, you're the little girl who always follows Amos, right?" ”

Hayatta put her sword into the sheath, owed, greeted her relatively formally, and said with a smile: "Mr. Asa, the family teacher has also mentioned you many times. ”

"How did he mention that?"

“...... Belch. Just out of courtesy, Hayatta didn't expect the other party to ask if he said this casually.

"Hah, it's fine." Asa waved his hand, "It's nothing more than a reckless man, a madman or something, I guess there are no good words." ”

Unable to answer this, Hayatta had to smile awkwardly but politely.

Asa looked at Gordon again, with some emotion in his tone, "I heard two years ago that there was a young greatsword named Gordon who became famous in Dondoruma, I thought it was the same name, but it turned out to be really you.

I haven't seen it for six or seven years, and I don't dare to admit it. ”

"Uncle Asa, you haven't changed much." Gordon smiled, "It's just that the Quarrel Horn has become the Horn King Sword." ”

“...... How can this sound of ridicule when it comes out of your boy's mouth? Asa laughed and cursed, making a gesture that was about to slap Gordon in the head.

"Hey, in just the past few years, I've really caught up with you."