Chapter 885: Raging Fury
(Attached are some pictures of Battle Street to facilitate understanding of some descriptions)
When Styracosaurus staggered and fell down, several bursts of long and short horn flutes came from the top of the stepped city wall.
The sound of the horn flute was sharp, piercing the roar of the artillery fire, and could be heard throughout the battle street.
This is an order for collective use of restraint rounds.
Hunters who were responsible for operating the heavy crossbows paused their attacks, loaded the restraint bullets made of pure steel and connected with strong steel cables onto the crossbow bed, and quickly used the winch to fully pull the crossbow string.
“Du—!”
Another shrill flute sound sounded.
Getting the signal, more than a dozen heavy-duty crossbows on the three stepped city walls were fired at the same time. With the sound of "whooshing" in the wind, restrained bullets with ferocious barbs were fired at the Styracosaurus raging in the battle street.
Gordon had never seen so many volleys of restraint rounds.
When the Lingshan Dragon was blocked in the sand sea, the dragon-attacking ship used two pairs of restraining bombs to firmly fix the hull to the side of the Lingshan Dragon.
In the defense battle of Lao Shanlong in the old village of Minagard, four sets of restraint rounds controlled Lao Shanlong for a long time.
Of course, it is also related to the fact that there are not enough heavy crossbows in the dragon boats and old villages.
But no matter what, it was really prudent to direct the heavy bed crossbows to fire restraint shells when Styracosaurus fell down, or to use a volley of more than a dozen heavy bed crossbows to fire at the same time.
The conductor is a master craftsman? No wonder, Master, he always likes to play it slow and steady.
The restraint bullets hit the armpits, the roots of the limbs and other parts of the Styracosaurus one after another. From the impact points, it can be seen that the shooters operating the heavy bed crossbows are experienced or have received targeted training.
The muscles in these parts are thicker, which can make it easier for the barbs of the restraining bullet to get stuck. At the same time, it is not conducive to the strength of the Styracosaurus and makes it difficult to break free.
This wave of offensive, whether it is the launch timing, the number of restraining rounds, or the shooters' locked positions, is quite perfect.
Even if Lao Shanlong is here, he will inevitably be firmly locked to the ground and unable to move for a long time.
However, in fact, the effect of this volley of restraint bullets was not as good as expected.
The thick keel oil flowing on the body of Styracosaurus, as well as those sharp metal objects, played a very good blocking and buffering role.
Most of the restraint bullets did not pierce deep enough, and nearly half of the restraint bullets and crossbow bolts failed to penetrate the Styracosaurus at all. The moment it moved, it fell off one after another.
In the end, there were only four or five steel cables that were successfully fixed, and they were unevenly distributed. This meant that although Styracosaurus was held in place, half of its body could still move.
It struggled wildly.
Under normal circumstances, large creatures will not break free after being hit by restraint bombs.
After all, the crossbow arrow with huge barbs is stuck in the flesh. If you try to break free, it will easily tear off a large piece of flesh.
But this was not a problem at all for the Styracosaurus, which had a dragon-shooting gun pierced through its chest and was still able to move freely after half of its internal organs were blown to pieces.
Compared with injury and pain, what was more unbearable for the chaotic-thinking Styracosaurus was this feeling of being restrained.
“Gah, ah, ah, ah, ah!” it roared crazily.
The remaining four or five steel cables tightened instantly, making an overwhelming clang sound.
As it swung violently, the heavy bed crossbow connected to one of the steel cables was pulled out together with the bolt buried deep in the ground.
The upper level hunters who were preparing to take the opportunity to launch a strong attack saw this and immediately retreated.
In a state of frantic struggle, the movements of Styracosaurus are completely unpredictable and even more dangerous than when they move freely. The steel rope that may break at any time can cut them in half.
Standing at a high place, looking down at the entire battlefield, Kambei (Master Craftsman) frowned.
It cannot continue like this.
Suppressing the chest tightness caused by a violent cough, he said to the messenger beside him: "Sign the hunters to retreat and fire the dragon-killing cannon!"
“Beep—!” As the warning horn sounded, the upper-level hunters surrounding Styracosaurus retreated faster.
Amidst the roar of machinery, the dragon-killing cannon that had just completed reloading slowly turned its muzzle, preparing for the second launch.
Although Styracosaurus is crazy, it is not a completely unintelligent beast. The previous dragon-killing cannon left a very deep impression on it.
When it was pointed at the muzzle, a strong sense of crisis drove it to bend its legs and wing claws and jump sideways with all its strength.
Pushed by the astonishingly powerful muscle force, the remaining steel cables were broken one after another, or were pulled out of its body along with the crossbow arrows and flesh and blood.
Due to the drag of these steel cables, Styracosaurus's take-off was unsuccessful. With this jump, it forcibly broke away from the restraints, but it also lost its balance and fell to the ground.
But it was a successful dodge.
The dragon-killing cannon roared, but the dragon-killing carbon shells wrapped with high-intensity dragon-attribute energy missed the Styracosaurus and landed on the ground dozens of meters away.
Golden explosive flames rose up into a mushroom cloud.
The earth was shaking, and a huge crater appeared on the repeatedly compacted ground of the battle square. The remaining dragon-attribute energy turned into tiny red arcs, crackling and jumping in the crater.
The shock wave of the explosion knocked the fallen Styracosaurus upside down. Its body dripping with black oil was covered with gravel and dust, making it look particularly embarrassed.
But compared to being hit directly by the Dragon Slayer Cannon, this situation is much better.
At this time, Cambay lost his usual gentle look. When he noticed that the cannonball missed the body of Styracosaurus, he shouted in a hoarse voice:
“Retreat! All personnel near the Dragon Slayer Cannon must retreat!”
Although the situation of the Styracosaurus in the square could not be clearly seen from the wall due to the smoke from the explosion, he knew that the latter's counterattack would come soon.
The engineers responsible for operating the dragon-killing cannon rushed out of the cannon cabin and ran away with their heads down. The guild knights guarding Cambay couldn't care anymore, so they picked him up and ran away.
Sure enough, in just a few seconds, the blazing dragon's breath broke through the barrier of smoke and dust, enveloping the dragon-killing cannon including the huge cannon base with complex structure.
“Boom—!”
The sound of black oil exploding can be heard endlessly.
The breath of Styracosaurus lasted for a very long time. A full ten seconds passed before the spray of dragon flames slowly stopped.
The expensive gun barrel was burning in the oil fire, and a lot of manpower and material resources were also spent. The gun base made of high-strength alloy gradually became red hot and cracked.
Although on the whole, the dragon-killing cannon shrouded in flames seems to be harmless, anyone with a little bit of engineering knowledge will know that this most advanced giant cannon in the continent has been completely scrapped.
There is absolutely no point in repairing it. Even if you want to dismantle it and re-melt it, it will be very difficult because of the keel oil on it.
The only good thing is that the ammunition depot storing the dragon-killing carbon shells was buried very deep underground, and there was no explosion. Otherwise, even this stepped city wall may collapse on a large scale.
After burning the dragon cannon, Styracosaurus turned around and turned his attention to the turrets and heavy crossbows on the surrounding city walls.
Due to the lack of pain perception, even though the continuous attacks of these city defense weapons caused a lot of damage to it, Styracosaurus was never aware of this, or even noticed their existence.
It only felt that the high-ranking hunters running around in front of its eyes were more annoying, so it never attacked the city wall.
However, the restraints of the restraining rounds caught its attention and thoroughly angered it.
Like an overloaded boiler, a blazing light symbolizing high temperature blazed out from its riddled chest, astonishing heat radiated around it, and even the black grease covering its body melted under this high temperature. , flowing all over the place.
“Hoot, quack, quack—!”
With a wild roar, the Styracosaurus jumped up and rushed towards the seemingly indestructible stepped walls.
(End of this chapter)