Chapter 740 The ingredients no longer matter
With one foot on the bow of the sand boat breaking through the sand and waves, the vast sea of sand all around makes people feel heroic.
Gordon, who was in a good mood, howled loudly, and ended up choking on sand. Hayata, who was behind the sail and was in charge of steering the sail, rolled his eyes.
Feeling the unkind eyes from behind, Gordon wiped the sand clean and ran to the back with a smile, "How about I drive for a while?"
"No!" Hayata refused decisively. She said angrily: "It has been turned over several times in less than two hours of driving? The side of the boat is almost scratched. This sand boat is borrowed!"
Gordon laughed awkwardly.
His strength is great, but the ability to steer a ship does not depend on strength. According to the captain of the ship, he is too weak to steer the rudder.
This time he randomly received a collection mission. He went to the boat group and shamelessly borrowed a sand boat to have fun, but the boat frequently capsized.
Hayata, who was originally prepared to enjoy the desert scenery, was also disgraced. In the end, he had to forcefully take over the rudder, which prevented the sand boat from falling apart due to Gordon's play.
Since the driving depends entirely on the wind, the sand boat has a simple structure, but the driving difficulty is not low.
Hayata's driving skills were equally raw, and the boat speed could never reach its maximum speed, but at least it was barely stable and would not cause the boat to capsize like Gordon's jerking and pulling maneuvers.
Starting from Lockark in the early morning, they drove the sand boat for more than 30 kilometers until noon when the sun was shining brightly. They arrived at a large oasis. This was undoubtedly much more efficient than walking.
But you must know that the speed of a qualified crew member driving a sand boat should be about 30 kilometers per hour, not half a day.
The two men dragged the sand boat onto a rocky ground and fixed it with a cloth.
Hayata put her weapon on her back and walked in front with a "hum" sound. Gordon followed with a flattering smile.
On impulse last night, he broke into someone's room and did some strange things. Someone is still a little angry, so he has to find a way to coax her back.
Is it important to find delicious ingredients?
Gordon Hayata and the others were wondering what they were doing in the small oasis. At the same time, the three Anshir also came to the dock of the Sand Ship Group under the leadership of Maca.
Maka and Gordon have similar ideas. Since they have connections with the sand boat group, wouldn't it be more efficient to borrow a sand boat to travel instead of walking?
Seeing another hunter approaching, the captain of the ship with a head full of black curly hair turned dark.
They were not the only ones who thought of this. Wave after wave of hunters came to borrow the sand boat. Many of them were old comrades who had fought against the Fengshan Dragon together. How could they refuse a life-long friendship?
The dozen or so sand boats in the dock are almost empty!
That is to say, the monsoon period has passed, and the patrol tasks have not been heavy recently. Many members of the fleet are still on vacation. Otherwise, even the ships patrolling the sand sea would not be able to gather together.
I will definitely not borrow it this time.
“Yo! Captain!” Maka, who was striding ahead, greeted the captain with a smile.
“Kaka!”
He was about to face the approaching captain with a cold face, and sighed helplessly, "Maka, and little Babaka, didn't you go out to have troubles a long time ago, and you came back to join in the fun?"
Maka, who was once a member of the Sandy Boat Group, said with a smile: "Come back and see my mother. It just happened to happen. Let's try our luck. How are you guys? Where is that little girl Cessna?"
“I also ran out to look for ingredients.”
The two were chatting, and the captain of the ship suddenly discovered that the male heavy crossbow wielder brought by Maca was staring at the large dock behind him, and his expression suddenly became serious.
“Don’t even think about it! Mineyama Maru won’t borrow it! Absolutely not!”
Anhil smacked his lips in regret, not to mention the dragon gun, but the heavy crossbows and artillery on it looked strangely exciting.
He looked away, with a polite smile on his face, and bowed, "Hello, Mr. Leader, I am Anhil, the heavy crossbowman of the Silver Border Hunting Group.
Gordon and Hayata told us a lot about the Sandy Boat Group, the banquets in the desert, and the amethyst under the moon."
“Aha, it turns out you are Gordon and Hayata’s companions.” Upon hearing this, the captain’s smile became obviously more enthusiastic.
“Excuse me, did you see them earlier?” Anhir asked with a smile.
“They, yes, they borrowed a sand boat and set sail early in the morning.”
“Do you know which direction they went?”
"This is not clear. Who can tell clearly in the vast sea of sand."
“Tsk, what a pity.” Anhir clicked his tongue.
Anhil was trying to find out the whereabouts of Gordon and the others from the captain of the ship, while Maca was already talking to himself about unraveling the cover of a sand boat in the dock.
"Hey! I haven't said I can lend it to you yet!" The captain of the ship turned his head and yelled.
Maka skillfully checked the sails, rudders and cables while laughing, "I knew the leader was the best, thank you! Feng Ying, come and help!"
"Asshole! Put it down! You are not allowed to bring heavy-duty crossbows. This is for dealing with the 'big guy'!" The captain of the ship shouted angrily. He left Ansil behind and rushed over to slap Maka on the head and scolded him severely. .
“Stingy! If you don’t bring it, you won’t bring it”
Maka raised her eyelids and made a face at the captain of the crew. She turned around and grabbed a familiar crew member with a smile. "Do you have a detailed map of the area eighty or ninety kilometers to the northwest?"
“The one in the mountain Gobi? Or the one near the big sand dunes?”
“Big sand dune!”
“Yes, I’ll get one for you.”
"Thanks!" Maka took out a palm-sized small wine bottle from her waist pouch like magic and threw it to the other party, "Minagarde's good wine."
"Aha! I'll get you some turbans and cloaks for the sand."
“Where’s my share?!” The captain of the ship stared.
Maka took out a bigger wine bottle from the Little Strange Face Tribe’s luggage, “Then how could I forget to honor you!”
“That’s pretty much it.”
With the help of Maca's old friends, the sand boat was quickly prepared, and the cabin was also equipped with water bladders, goggles, cloaks and other items that were very practical in the desert.
Feng Ying looked a little confused, but An Xil had a satisfied smile on her face.
Looks like this egg-grabbing trip in the desert will be much more comfortable.
Jumping onto the sand boat with Babaka, the little Qimian quickly climbed to the top of the mast, which was its favorite position. Maka grabbed a cable and wrapped it twice around his right arm to hold on. His left hand rested on the paddle-shaped rudder.
I moved my body and hands. Although I hadn’t touched the rudder and cables for several years, the familiar feeling came back.
“What are you still doing? Come up quickly! The strong wind is about to come!”
Anhil and Feng Ying looked at each other and boarded the sand boat.
It was their first time riding this thing. Feng Ying looked around, but Anxier had a bad feeling. He didn't really like this small, fast, and unstable means of transportation.
Before they could stand completely, Maka suddenly pulled the cable, and the strong wind blew in the sand and dust, instantly inflating the sail with the emblem of the sun.
The two crew members pushed hard from behind to provide additional muzzle speed.
The light sand boat jumped out of the dock like a flexible sand fish and rushed into the sand sea.
"Set off!"
“Kababa!”
(End of this chapter)