Chapter 117: More and More Ridiculous
After the Pokémon were released, the first thing the ranger team did was command their Flying-type Pokémon to suppress the spread of the Poison Gas.
"Tranquill, Beautifly, use Gust!"
As the captain, David directly bypassed the trainers at this moment and gave orders to the team's Pokémon.
Fortunately, their team had already coordinated together for several years, and the Pokémon actually recognized his commands.
The more intelligent Tranquill took flight first, beginning to rapidly flap its wings.
Immediately following, Beautifly also imitated its action and began to execute the skill.
The spread of the pink gas was instantly and effectively suppressed.
However, the opposition immediately responded in kind.
Salazzle was seen first taking a deep breath; the bewitching patterns on her abdomen consequently lit up in sequence, changing from purplish-red to a bright, scorching red.
The next moment, her body leaned forward, and she opened her mouth to exhale.
A thick pillar of fire shot straight towards them like a blowtorch!
This was precisely the mainstay pillar among Fire-type attack skills, the most famous flame-spewing move: Flamethrower!
David, who was peeking with half his head out from behind the vehicle to observe, saw this scene and immediately retracted his head in fright, quickly diving flat onto the ground.
"Get down!! Everyone get down!!"
The people around heard his loud shout, and although they didn't see the specific situation, they all nimbly dove towards the ground as well.
Arthur was no exception.
In that instant, he had likewise seen Salazzle using the skill, so he knew very clearly what would happen next—
BOOM!!
A terrifying sound of an air explosion erupted ahead!
The diffused gas was instantly ignited by the directly sprayed flames, expanding into a huge, peerless fireball that rushed straight towards the sky.
A heatwave swept towards them, mostly blocked by the vehicle cover, shattering a section of the car window in the process.
It was fortunate that the brief "Gust" released earlier by Tranquill and Beautifly had already blown a considerable amount of the gas back; otherwise, this explosion could have spread even closer.
After the first wave of hot wind passed, Arthur quickly lifted his head slightly.
The result was somewhat reassuring.
Most of the rangers lying on the ground appeared to be unharmed.
However, the crisis was far from resolved because of this.
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!!
After the gas explosion subsided, the familiar sound of gunfire rang out once more.
The enemy's counterattack was still ongoing.
"Coo!"
Before long, Tranquill's pained cry came from above everyone's heads.
Because it had remained airborne and hadn't taken cover, it was accidentally shot and plummeted headfirst in the blink of an eye.
One of the rangers quickly took out a Poké Ball and recalled her, then released her again by his side, spraying medicine, stopping the bleeding, treating the wound, momentarily so anxious his eye rims turned red, his forehead beaded with sweat.
Before a Pokémon's strength grows to the Elite Four level, gunpowder-based kinetic energy weapons invented by humans are still extremely threatening to them.
Two hundred years ago, the Alliance army, relying on old-style bolt-action rifles and bayonets, could drive Pokémon out of their habitats.
Arriving two hundred years later today, the power of modern firearms was even less to be underestimated.
In this world, Pokémon are assistants and surprise tactics on the battlefield, but they cannot always be the main characters.
After Tranquill was shot, Beautifly, also flying in mid-air, was immediately frightened into shrinking back behind the vehicle.
Her small body frame was about on par with Tranquill's; she couldn't withstand several rifle bullets.
"Damn it! Captain, we need to find a way to fight back!!" one of the rangers yelled angrily.
The gas explosion induced by the "Flamethrower" just now had directly suppressed all of them, making them unable to even lift their heads.
Now the enemy had completely seized the initiative in the firefight, pinning them down so effectively they didn't even dare peek out for a moment.
"We also need to deal with that Salazzle; her skills are a bit formidable!" another ranger added.
"Mm, I know!" David could only acknowledge for the time being.
Facing the current situation, he couldn't think of a particularly good solution at the moment either.
His Ursaring was very capable in a fight, but in the overly open field with no cover, even the thick-skinned and tough-fleshed Ursaring couldn't manage to charge straight through such dense firepower.
However, just at that moment...
The newcomer who had already brought them several surprises unexpectedly spoke up again.
Arthur calmly raised one finger.
"Wait 10 more seconds."
Although they didn't know exactly what he wanted their side to wait for, in this instant, David still decisively chose to trust him.
"Okay!"
Previously, whether it was the physical fitness test, target practice, deducing intelligence, or tracking the target, Arthur had never once let them down.
Right now, David could only pray that this miraculous young man could once again create a miracle.
In fact, in Arthur's eyes, this was far from being any kind of miracle.
It was merely a chess piece laid down beforehand, that's all.
Time passed, second by second...
The opponent's suppressing fire remained fierce!
But after the ten-second countdown finally reached zero, the dense gunfire suddenly, actually became sparse!
If one listened carefully, they could actually vaguely discern: the "rat-tat-tat" sound of gunfire was suddenly interrupted along several lines at this moment, replaced by the abrupt "kapah" sound of empty guns clicking.
"What's going on? How did it suddenly jam? A dud round?"
One of the poachers didn't understand and even raised his gun muzzle high, refusing to believe it wasn't just bad luck, and quickly pulled the trigger several more times.
Until the leader from the side came over and slapped him soundly on the back of the head in exasperation.
"Idiot! Stop pulling!! Change the magazine! If that doesn't work, switch to the hand crossbow, quick!!"
If encountering a bullet primer that had become damp and turned into a dud round, not ejecting it and repeatedly pulling the trigger would only damage the firearm's own firing pin.
That leader was clearly much more experienced than his subordinates; he must have encountered similar situations before. He knew to change weapons immediately and simultaneously shouted a loud warning.
"Everyone be damn careful!! There's an unexposed Water-type Pokémon nearby!!"
The sudden misfiring of bullets was definitely not a coincidence!
Normally, by modern military industry standards, most manufactured bullets could still be used normally even after being briefly soaked in water. For such a situation to suddenly occur, there must have been supernatural forces involved.
The source was precisely Frogadier's skill, "Water Sport."
However, the range affected by such skills isn't actually large, and it requires a period of time to take effect; it cannot instantly make a dry environment become wet enough to produce water.
Therefore, the simplest method to counter this skill is actually to fire one shot and then change position.
If it truly turned into mobile warfare, it would be basically impossible for Frogadier's "Water Sport" to continuously cover the bodies of these individuals.
Unfortunately, this simplest counter-method was precisely what the poacher group couldn't do right now.
Because besides the vehicle they had stopped, there was no other cover in the surroundings.
Engaging in mobile warfare under the watchful aim of the opponents' guns?
They'd have to have lost their minds.
Thus, having no alternative, they could only force themselves to endure the inexplicably arriving dampness and frequently change magazines.
And during this process, the rangers, who had previously been suppressed by the gas explosion to the point where they barely dared show their heads, all came back online one after another, beginning to forcefully return fire!
"F*** your mother!! F*** your mother, I'm hit!! Save me! Anyone, come save me!!"
Soon, after losing suppressive power, the poacher group's side began to frequently have members get hit and fall to the ground.
The vacuum period brought about by constantly changing magazines and weapons rendered their network of fire fragmented and shattered, completely losing its previous suppressive capability.
In a mid-range firefight over several hundred meters, once one side loses suppressive power and no longer has the ability to push opponents who peek out back into cover, then the disadvantage will snowball rapidly, growing larger and larger!
"Numb nuts!!!"
Looking at the current situation, the leader was so anxious he burst out cursing loudly.
Annoyingly, he was utterly helpless.
The Water-type Pokémon releasing the "Water Sport" skill still hadn't been found by anyone.
In contrast, the morale on the opposing side was visibly rising steadily.
Before long, he even saw a figure carrying a sword recklessly charge out from behind the vehicles on the opposite side, braving the suppressing gunfire to rush at high speed towards their position!
In that moment, the leader's inner heart simply wanted to curse his mother.
How the hell is this still getting more and more ridiculous?!!
(End of Chapter)
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