Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 73 Rehabilitation and Return

“Is he really dead?” Claude sat on the side of the boat, wet, and both he and Velricolo were splattered by the crocodiles of Naniros. But that's not going to work, either, as he's laying a flame rope gun in front of him and putting granular Standard Three matching powder back in the barrel. It's not convenient to sit down, but now his left ankle is swollen like the bread that just came out of the oven, and he can't stand up...

“I'm really dead, or I'd have jumped in the water and bit me. I saw its belly all exposed, it didn't move at the bottom of the water, it must have died...” The answer was that Bok Al, who had just climbed onto the boat, was like a soup chicken, dripping down the water constantly. But when the crocodile died, he calmed down, and people returned to normal and liveliness.

Vericulo took a bamboo pole with his broken head to poke the immovable crocodile underwater, poked it several times to relieve himself: “It's already dead, it's all up to Claude, you shot it right, right in the head, one shot to death. Otherwise, we'll be in real trouble. Maybe four of us won't get away with it, and we'll be torn to pieces...”

Claude finally put the gun and gunpowder on well, but the fire rope on the gun was all wet and unusable. Claude couldn't get up, so he shouted, "Vero, get my backpack and I'll change the fire rope first. ”

"What do you need a flame rope for now," said Burke Archie. Didn't the crocodile get beaten to death? ”

Verricolo came over and pushed Boquer, unnecessarily: "Go away, don't get in the way, Claude, just in case. After all, we are still here, and no one knows if there will be a second crocodile. And where's your gun? I can't help anything at this critical moment. It's a mess! ”

Bok Al was reprimanded red-handed by Velikoro, who also knew how badly he had behaved when the crocodile attacked earlier. Verricolo said that he had made a good comment. In fact, he was pulling everyone's hind legs, not only was he paralyzed on the cabin board, but he also lost the flare rope gun and shouted...

“Huh? How is my gun missing...” I searched around for Bok Al and didn't see where his flare gun was. Strange, how could I not find the flare gun because this cabin is so big?

Claude pointed to the lake next to his finger: "Stop yelling, it's as if you were rolling in the water and you took the flare gun down, and you looked underwater. ”

Verricolo brought Claude his backpack, helped him take out the flame rope and wrapped it around the gun, clamped it together, and both relieved themselves after igniting it. There will be some more accidents, and Claude has the flare gun in his hand, and the power of self-preservation is finally there.

“What happened to your foot?” Verricolo looked at Claude's reddish ankle and helped him gently remove his left shoe. Even if he's careful, Claude still hurts.

“Twisted when shooting.” Claude smiled and said, “It's okay. Go check on Ike. He's got blood all over his face. I don't know if he's hurt badly. I remember we came out this time with two bottles of cure too, you go find it and treat him. ”

Alexon has climbed up and is walking to the broken starboard side with his face covered and blood still dripping down his face, which looks serious.

And Bok Al is taking off his wet clothes and revealing his fat white body. Looks like he's about to go into the water to fish for his flare gun...

Verricolo was angry: "Boa, don't go in the water yet! Go see where Ike got hurt. I'll get the cure. ”

Erickson was actually just the left cheekbone position, and the wheel handle cut a big mouth, and the blood was bleeding a lot, but it wasn't a serious injury. It's just that he hit the bottom of the wheel again when the crocodile was shot down by Claude and the water caused the small fishing boat to lean left to fall back into the water. Not only did he have a big bag on his head, but he was all a little dizzy...

Bok Al hurried to hold Eriksson on the deck and wiped his face with a wet linen towel. Vericulo found the cure and poured it on his wound, stopping the bleeding. It's just that the cure is essentially for trauma, and Alexon doesn't need to take it orally. And Claude had a sprain in his leg, and he didn't need a cure, so he had to go back to town and find the pharmacist's bone and stick some ointment to fix it.

“It's better to stitch it up, it's a bit long and if you don't, you'll have a scar on your face that looks bad in the future.” Verikero looked at the wound on Eriksson's face and said.

“Well, then sew it for me...” Alexander will have to bite the hard guy with his teeth. If you wait for the pharmacist to stitch the wound back in town, it will be too late. It will take about two hours to sail right back from here. The wound has been poured with the cure to stop the bleeding. If you do not stitch now, you will be afraid that the two sides of the wound will not close after you return.

Instead, tools are available, sewing needles and sheep's bowel cords, which are essential medical supplies for the field and are packed in oil paper bags. It's just that Verricolo wasn't doing so well, he sewed three stitches or twisted them, and Ericsson bit a stick of wood and breathed straight in.

Bok Al didn't dare look, so he jumped into the water to get his rope gun. When Verricolo helped Eriksson sew a needle in his wound and apply a cure and wrap it around his face with clean linen, Bok Al picked up his gun and put it back on the boat.

After the Niros crocodile robbery, all four of them had no intention of staying in the reed bush hunting for the water birds and decided to sail back to town immediately. It's just a question of whether the dead Niros crocodile under the water should be harvested and brought back.

“We can go back and call the boat to transport the Niros crocodile back.” Verricolo thinks the most important thing now is to go back to town and send Claude to the pharmacy to treat his sprained left ankle. Don't you see how swollen that ankle is?

“Besides, the starboard side of Ike's boat is broken, and the deck is just one slap higher than the surface. This Niros crocodile and small fishing boat are about the same size. If we get on the boat, the whole cabin will definitely be pressed to the surface. So how do we get back...”

“No, if we don't get this Niros crocodile back now, it'll be half a day before we come back, maybe we won't find the crocodile's body. Besides, Ike's starboard side was so broken that even if we sold him all the fish we caught, it wouldn't cost him enough to repair the fishing boat. Only if we take this crocodile back and sell it for a high price will we have the money to fix the boat.” Bok Al insisted on bringing this crocodile body back.

“Wait, don't forget that we also have a fence and two blocked nets confiscated back. This is something that Grandma Weilin lent me to try out. I can't leave all three nets here...” Ericsson said with his face covered.

“Look, take the net back later. Where's our little fishing boat with the Niros crocodile?” Verikero stalled Bok Al.

Claude thought about it and said, “Boa makes sense. If we don't take this Niros crocodile back, or lose the crocodile's body, then we really can't afford to pay for the repair of this little fishing boat. After all, there's no second broken wave to be worn for the boat. But Vero was right to think that if all three nets were to be retrieved, the Niros crocodile wouldn't really fit on the boat.

So I thought, why don't we tie this crocodile up and drag it to the back of the boat, and when those three nets come back, we can take down the floats on those nets and tie them to the crocodile's body. I think there are enough floats tied to the crocodile to hold up his body, so that we can pull the boat like a little boat behind us, don't worry about the body sinking too far down to slow down our fishing boat... ”

Claude's proposal was immediately strongly endorsed by Bok Al and Eriksson. Bok Al thought Claude's brain was great, and the idea solved all the problems in a flash. No wonder he improved so quickly in his studies, and now all three of their scumbags are copies of Claude's answers for each exam.

Verricolo looked at Claude worried. “Then your feet...”

Claude shook his head: "It's okay. It's just a sprain. It's not broken. There's no need to rush it. You bring me the cure and the linen. I'll pour it on myself and wrap it up under a massage. I'll check it out at the pharmacy when I get back. ”

The rope was enough in the cabin, but Claude and Ericsson were injured and couldn't get into the water, so they had to tie up the Niros crocodile.

Don't look at Boquer, he kept saying he was going to take the crocodile body back, but when the water tied the Niros crocodile up, he started to get scared again and didn't dare come near it. Angry Velikoro scolded him a few words, diving with a rope stuck the long mouth of a dead crocodile, Bok Al just swimmed over to tie the rope to it...

When the two of them came back with the rope, Alexon also went to help pull the crocodile's body out of the bush. The corpse of the crocodile did not appear heavy in the water, except that the fishing boat sank a little and the deck was two or three centimetres above the surface.

The small fishing boat slowly sailed out of the reed bush and headed towards the fence. Before closing the net, Claude had Bok Al move everything he could eat out of the cabin and put it next to him, and now he's sitting on the bow guarding around with a firewire gun. But there's only half a basket of blueberries, half a basket of apples, and half a barrel of rye left. Everything else is raw ingredients, don't think about burning it up and eating it, this will make no one eat anything.

Pull up the fence, there are only three bigger lake fish, the rest are white scales with long palms, there are a dozen, this fish is worthless, the meat is sparse, nobody buys it, usually fishermen catch it and chop it to feed the poultry. Actually, it's good to fry this fish, but no one wants to fry this stuff with so much oil these days.

Eighteen good lake fish were caught in two nets and should be worth a riazo. After pouring the fish into the living tank, everyone was busy removing the floats on the net, and Velikro and Boquer went into the water again, tying them to the corpses of the crocodiles. Indeed, the corpses of the crocodiles stopped sinking and the burden on the small fishing boats was reduced considerably.

Only small fishing vessels were loaded with nets and pressed as flat as water, while the damage to the starboard side of the vessel caused the vessel to surge into the deck from time to time with a wave of water. Fortunately, small fishing boats use the boards of the seacraft and have good buoyancy, so don't worry that small fishing boats will sink.

It was already around 12: 00 pm when I finished packing everything and it was only now that the four people were busy that I felt a little hungry. No way, the lid of the cabin was pressed by the fishing net, and there was no place on the cabin to set the stove on fire. Everyone had to eat an apple and eat a few blueberries and drink rye wine to cushion their stomachs.

It only took about two hours to get there, and even if the wind hung up in the sail when returning home, the speed of the small fishing boat still felt slow. Claude rested on the bow for another night's sleep and woke up and asked, sleeping for two hours, the boat had sailed for more than three hours, but the pier in White Deer Town had finally appeared far away.