Chapter 580 Buried
The retreat signal has been given for some time.
The corridors that were quite busy before were now empty, and the seriously injured people with limited mobility had already been carried out on the backs of other hunters.
Madam President ran all the way, Pork Chop was running on all fours, and she kept talking about the countdown seconds.
“One hundred and twenty-one meow, one hundred and twenty meow, one hundred and nineteen meow.”
One person and one cat rushed out of the passage of the city wall and arrived at the decisive battle square in front of the city wall. The summer morning sun was a bit dazzling, but they had no time to care about it.
Lao Shanlong has climbed up again and is roaring, walking step by step towards the silent city wall.
Most of the people and the wounded have been evacuated to a distant place.
However, some hunters were unwilling to do so. They stopped midway and used ballistas and hunting bows to launch an even better attack on Lao Shanlong from a distance. Even some swordsmen were eager to give it a try.
President Fan Ti and Pork Chop looked at each other.
They suddenly remembered that due to the emergency situation and no time to notify, many hunters only knew that they had to evacuate, but did not know that the city wall was about to be blasted.
With the power of the dragon-killing carbon and the large pile of gunpowder in the ammunition depot, at least he had to run out of the decisive battle square and hide in the battle street before he could barely be said to have entered a safe area.
Ms. President pushed and scolded the hunters who stopped halfway. She waved her arms and shouted: "Stop attacking and keep running! The distance is too close. Run to the fighting street!"
Some people can't turn their heads for a while. Even if they put away their weapons after listening to the president's words, they still don't have the sense of urgency to seize the time to escape.
The president was so angry that she wanted to pull out her heavy crossbow and shoot these crazy guys in the back. Pig Chop screamed at the top of her lungs: "The ammunition depot is about to explode, meow! It's going to happen in less than a minute." It exploded, meow!”
The hunters were stunned for a moment, and they all looked at the president's lady.
“Still don’t understand?! Run quickly!”
At this time, everyone came to their senses, spread their legs and ran, while not forgetting to yell to remind their friends who could not hear clearly from a distance.
The entrance to the Battle Square and the corner connecting Battle Street became everyone’s goal.
As long as you can run around the corner before the big explosion occurs, the solid rock wall can become a cover and block the aftermath of the explosion.
After all, no one was sure how big the explosion would be.
A group of people were like a herd of mammoths driven out by a dragon, running like crazy, and finally managed to get around the corner within the "one minute" that Zhupa said.
After waiting for a few seconds, no explosion was heard. Someone asked confusedly: "So, it exploded? Is it a squib?"
Pig Chop didn't bother to explain to them that he deliberately shortened the countdown, "There are still forty or fifty seconds, meow! Run forward a little further, then lie down against the cliff and meow, cover your ears and open your mouth to meow!"
Most of the dozen or so hunters who were left behind followed the instructions obediently, but there were some who were bold and wanted to stick their heads out of the corner to confirm the scale and effect of the explosion with their own eyes, but were scolded back by the president lady with terrifying eyes.
Lie down against the cliff and wait for the explosion to happen.
The countdown of the pork chops was already messed up, and they could not accurately determine the time when the explosion occurred. They lay on the ground like this and spent more than half a minute, which could be called the longest in their lives.
“Boom!”
There was a roar, and a hunter raised his head and muttered: "Is this the noise? Didn't it say that the ammunition depot was detonated? Why doesn't it feel as exciting as expected?"
Not far from him, Zhupa, who was covering his ears, exclaimed: "Hurry up, cover your ears, meow! That's the sound of Lao Shanlong hitting the city wall, not an explosion."
“Boom, boom—!!”
The invisible shock wave envelops the broken masonry and dust, forming a wall of air visible to the naked eye, which instantly pushes across the square, squeezes around the corner, and blows into the battle street.
If everyone hadn't lied down on the ground and minimized the windward side, they would all have been blown away.
Following the explosion was a muffled sound like a landslide—the sound of a city wall collapsing.
The deep wailing sound of Lao Shanlong was faintly mixed in. I don’t know if it was covered up by the loud noise of the city wall collapsing, or because of hearing loss, which made it hard to hear clearly.
Before the aftermath of the explosion dissipated, the president’s lady jumped up and ran towards the corner.
She wants to confirm the results of the battle.
At the end of the decisive battle square, the tall city wall has completely disappeared, leaving only a pile of ruins composed of broken bricks, boulders and steel bars, piled there like a mountain.
Lao Shanlong was buried deep in the ruins, leaving only a small section of the tail tip hanging out of the ruins, hanging powerlessly without any movement.
“To count the number of casualties, airships will give priority to carrying away the seriously injured and the remains of the victims. Transport team? No, the transport team should not get close to this side yet. Safety cannot be ensured yet.
Release the peregrine falcon and send an urgent message to Minagard and Dondoruma, asking them to transport a batch of supplies as quickly as possible.
Others can be slowed down a little, emphasizing the need for high-density dragon-killing carbon. Apart from the immovable dragon-killing gun, this is the most powerful weapon we can use to deal with the super-giant ancient dragon.
Organize the hunters who are still capable of fighting and monitor the ruins in shifts. I suspect that Lao Shanlong is not completely dead yet.
Keep surveillance for at least three days, no, one week. Even if it is resurrected in one week, the construction of the new village has been completed, and the initiative is in our hands.
By the way, the letter to Xinzhai should emphasize that it is currently impossible to confirm that Lao Shanlong is dead, so they must not slow down the construction speed because of slackness.
No, I'm not worried. Isa, please help me go to Xinzhai and supervise the construction for me."
The president's lady, whose face was dusty, had no time to clean up her appearance and gave instructions one after another.
In the decisive battle square, the hunters were in small groups, scattered and resting.
Some people were cheering to celebrate the successful defeat of Lao Shanlong, while others were silent and crying in memory of their fallen comrades.
Gordon and his group of high-ranking hunters also gathered together.
Chip and Heineye are not here due to their serious injuries. They are receiving emergency treatment. If the situation gets worse, they will be sent back to Minagard by airship together with the seriously injured.
Xia Zuo and the others were in equally bad mental state.
After fighting hard all day and night, I drank a few bottles of recovery medicine and just lay down. Maybe I didn’t even have time to close my eyes before I was called up for an emergency retreat.
Now may be a good time to rest, but looking at the tip of the tail protruding from the pile of ruins, who can think of falling asleep immediately?
"Seniors, I think you should go and rest quickly," Gordon said hesitantly.
"There's no rush." Xia Zuo interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "We know what's going on and we'll naturally go to rest later, but there are some things we need to confirm in advance."
He looked at Pig Chop, "Pork Chop, do you still have the strength?"
“There’s meow!”
“I hope you can take a few Ellu with you and dig into the pile of ruins. It is best to get to the head of Lao Shanlong to confirm whether it is still breathing.
This job is very dangerous, but I can only leave it to you. "
“Leave it to me, meow!”
Pork Chop dragged the reluctant Pandan, meowed loudly and called several of his kin who were pushing the cat cart, and ran towards the ruins together.
(End of this chapter)