ca-book Chapter 1572 Teamwork
Chapter 1572 Teamwork
Chapter 1572 Teamwork
When I opened my eyes, I saw a dense canopy of trees.
Oh no, it’s not a tree canopy, it’s a makeshift roof made of branches and leaves?
The roof was not very thick, and the sunlight shone through the gaps between the branches and leaves, creating some double images.
Tried to take a breath.
The moist air with the scent of earth and grass refreshed him, even though every time he breathed, his respiratory tract and lungs, which were burned by the high temperature, felt a spasm of excruciating pain.
But he still couldn't help but take a deep breath.
As long as you can breathe, it means you are still alive.
Although he had prepared to sacrifice himself before setting out, when the end came, he realized that he really didn't want to die.
"Meow?"
A pitch-black cat face came into his sight. "Finally woke up, meow? It's worth it that we dragged you out here with so much effort, meow."
Amos tried to speak, but found that his throat seemed to be stuffed with a handful of hot iron sand. Apart from a slight wheeze, he could not make any sound.
"Drink some of this, meow."
Huojian handed a water bag, which was a little small for a human, to Amos' mouth and carefully poured a little into it, but did not dare to pour too much.
After being in a coma for four or five days, he couldn't drink much water.
"This is a crude recovery potion made from herbs and blue mushrooms picked nearby. I added some honey to it, so it should be quite effective.
The secret medicines you have on you have all been used up, meow, but thanks to those ancient secret medicines, you are still alive." Huojian put away the water bag containing the recovery medicine and muttered.
Perhaps because no one had spoken for several days, it talked a lot and continued on its own:
"When the boss and I arrived, the black dragon had already left. The guy with the shield axe was smashed into the wall, and many of his bones were broken. It's a miracle that he's still alive.
You're not much better off, meow. You have scratches and burns, and your right arm is bitten off, with blood all over the floor, meow.
If I hadn't put a pill of ancient secret medicine in my mouth beforehand, I would have died a long time ago."
After drinking some recovery potion, Amos' mind gradually became clearer and he looked at his right arm.
As Huojian said, the part from the shoulders down had completely disappeared.
The broken end must have been treated with fire by Huojian and the others, so it was a mess, but at least the bleeding had stopped.
This meant that he would never be able to wield a katana again, but he felt surprisingly calm at the moment.
His sword skills have already found a successor, and Hayata's sword skills are now not inferior to his, and she is still very young and has the opportunity to make further progress.
Amos tried to sit up, "Ahu."
His vocal cords were so dry that it was difficult for him to speak, but Huojian guessed what he was going to ask, so he interrupted and replied, "Ahun is lying a few meters to your left, and he hasn't woken up yet.
Meow. Actually, he woke up two days ago, meow, but he refused to believe that Pika had died. He got up and yelled that he wanted to go back to save people, meow, but we knocked him unconscious, meow.
Then we fed him some sleeping grass and let him lie down and recover. "
After kicking Ahun next to him and making sure he was still sleeping soundly, Huojian continued to mutter:
"Oh, by the way, we are now in the mountains not too far from the ancient city.
After we escaped that day, we found that the camp was burned down. In order to prevent that guy from coming back, the boss and I dragged you here.
The boss went out alone to find someone to report the news, meow, and asked us to stay here to watch over you meow.
It shouldn't be long before someone comes to take us away, meow. The injuries on your bodies need to be treated by professional doctors, meow.
It may be impossible for you to continue being hunters in the future, meow, but being able to retire alive is pretty good, isn’t it, meow?”
Amos relaxed and lay back on the ground.
Yes, it’s good to be alive.
Hayata also expressed her feelings to herself that she was too busy with her duties and had little time to accompany and educate little Muti.
Maybe it would be a good idea to help take care of the children during your retirement life?
"Hehehe"
A dry, hoarse laugh echoed through the woods.
The layout of the decisive battle site is progressing in an orderly manner.
The craftsmen of Yanhuo Village were very skilled in this type of defense. In just one day, several heavy artillery pieces and specially reinforced crossbows had been deployed.
In theory, after completing their part of the work, they could retreat.
But they were reluctant to leave so early.
After discussing with the craftsmen of Barubare, they decided to lay an additional slide in the decisive battlefield to place the latest rapid-fire cannon.
It was difficult for Gordon to comment on the significance of this project, but Dao Wen chose to support it.
According to the old craftsman, as long as the slide rail can allow the rapid-fire cannon to avoid a black dragon's attack and fire one more round of shells, then the project of setting up the slide rail is completely worthwhile.
In order to create even the slightest advantage for the hunters in subsequent battles, these craftsmen from all over the world have put in a lot of thought.
Some people have suggested installing more crossbows and turrets on the tops of nearby building ruins to increase the intensity of firepower coverage. (It is available in the game, but it cannot be controlled)
Someone found half of a severely deformed steel door from the ruins of a nearby castle, hoisted it with an airship, and placed it at the edge of the battle site to create an additional barrier for the hunters.
Others have suggested using airships to transport large amounts of water, pouring it onto the battlefield, and mixing it with the dust that has accumulated over thousands of years to form mud.
This can effectively slow down the rate at which the red-hot ground softens. Once the hunters are covered in dragon flames, rolling in the puddle can quickly extinguish the flames.
These ideas may seem insignificant, but they may play a key role when a crisis strikes.
Not far from the battlefield, in a relatively intact building ruin, several groups of alchemists were cooperating with each other, trying their best to mix special explosives such as high-density dragon-killing carbon and slime bombs.
There are even some highly respected alchemy masters among them.
Thanks to the efforts of these alchemists, a new batch of explosives is produced almost every few hours.
As for how to use these explosives, Zhuba is almost going bald with thoughts.
Although both are ancient dragons, the black dragon's intelligence is clearly several levels higher than the Abyss-Devouring Dragon they dealt with a few months ago.
It is pure wishful thinking to want to make another super bomb with incredible power and trick the black dragon into eating it.
If anyone dares to do this, the most likely result is that the Black Dragon will give them a look of contempt, then grab a bomb and throw it at the fool's head.
In this regard, the master once gave it the following suggestion.
——"Taboo is only smarter than me. If you come up with a so-called 'brilliant plan', think about whether it can fool me. If you can't even fool me, don't even think about fooling the Black Dragon."
This standard is almost enough to make a pig's brain burn.
Cheated the Master
Among all the people it knows, no one can surpass Master Cambe in terms of wisdom and strategy, otherwise he would not have become an advisor respected by the great elders.
Just as it was holding its head, thinking hard, someone flicked its ears.
"What are you thinking about? You've been thinking about it all day. If you keep thinking about it, you'll be as bald as your master."
Pork Chop looked up and saw that it was Gail who was wandering around with nothing to do, holding a piece of jerky in his mouth.
Following behind her was Sandstone, who was walking while lifting a large shield to exercise his muscles.
Pig Chop stared at them for two seconds, then suddenly jumped up, "I understand now, meow! I shouldn't compete with it in intelligence or conspiracy, meow!
The stupidest and most violent method is the most effective, meow!"
".What do you mean by meowing? Do you want a beating?"
(End of this chapter)