Night is not a good time to fight. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The evil moon could not see the sun, nor could it see the moon, the dim cold light sprinkled on the undulating desert, and the silhouette could be vaguely seen on the side facing the light source, and the five fingers could not be seen on the side facing back.

Therefore, whether it is offensive or defensive, torches are essential.

As scattered fires appeared in the direction of the Oasis, Danny carefully wiped a magazine clean, then inserted it into the reload, and pulled the bolt to load.

"The enemy is coming, pay attention. ”

"I can see it. ”

He first imitated the sound of malt, and then replied in his own words.

In doing so, it was as if Malt was still by his side, acting as a protector and continuing to fight alongside him – even though he was no longer part of the precision shooting team.

Since the end of his confinement, Danny has returned to the Musket Battalion, but Brian quickly finds him and brings him a brand new musket.

It's the one he holds in his hand now.

Although it looked no different from the bolt gun used by the precision shooting team, as soon as he grasped it in his hand, Danny realized that this gun was nothing short of a single product.

It's like a long sword with a similar shape, some of which are just the work of a blacksmith to hammer out, and some of which are swords that can blow out hair and break hair.

The metal part of the body of the gun emitted a unique glow, the surface was as smooth as a girl's skin, and any interface was as smooth as a knife and axe, and it felt as if it were natural to the touch, without the slightest hint of piercing.

To Danny's surprise, it was topped with an additional pair of monoculars, with two intersecting lines engraved into the mirror, the center of which was where the bullet landed.

He didn't know how this was achieved, but through the lookout glass, the originally vague and small long-range target was instantly much clearer, which in a sense was equivalent to extending the range of the gun. And the subsequent test-firing training also proved his feelings - the shooting accuracy of this new musket is much higher than that of ordinary bolt guns, and in the absence of wind or light winds, he has a ninety percent chance of hitting the head on a human-shaped target within 500 meters.

Upon learning that His Majesty had created this weapon especially for him, Danny was so moved that he almost burst into tears. Although he had committed disciplinary mistakes, His Majesty did not abandon him, and gave him the right to freely choose the firing position in the position, a treatment that could be done without retribution for his life.

But when Brian asked if he had any protectors he wanted to choose, Danny didn't hesitate to refuse.

He already has his own protector.

This gun.

and malt.

More and more fires appeared in the field of vision, like stars reflected in the sea of sand—this was expected by the commander. Before each battle, the superiors will explain the battle intentions and combat objectives to each squad in detail, so that they know how far the next battle will be fought before it ends.

For example, the bonfires lit on the artillery positions, and the rate at which they were fired every quarter of an hour, were intended to induce the enemy to launch a counterattack, thereby weakening the fighters of the Watch Dog Clan as much as possible and preparing for a general attack after dawn. A brightly lit position allows the enemy to notice something unusual, and controlling the frequency of fire is to avoid a quick and heavy bombardment that will directly disperse the enemy.

Of course, Danny knew that the artillery battalion simply could not do a little behind.

They look like they're looking at people with their nostrils all day long, but they don't know how much of a resource they're occupying. The musket battalion carried weapons and ammunition could be carried by the soldiers alone, but the artillery battalion could not even carry the food into the desert without the help of the witch named Hummingbird.

More than a dozen wagons, more than half of which were loaded with shells and machine-gun shells, and a huge wooden box with only two howitzers in it. If you follow the way you play during the artillery drill, you don't need half an hour, and the two fortress guns can wipe out all the ammunition they carry, and then you can only stare dryly on the side.

Although Danny admits that the exercise showed unparalleled might, he always felt that every shot was a golden dragon, and the group took this power as their own strength, and it was almost impossible to know the height of the sky. Without the support of His Majesty's wealthy coffers, they would only have to eat dirt in front of the musket battalion!

Therefore, the fear of breaking up the enemy is just a nice word, and in the final analysis, it is not to keep some stock in case of accidents. After all, it would probably be a week or two before the group of recruits opened the Oasis supply line and delivered new ammunition.

When the light of the fire at the forefront entered the ambush circle of the First Army, Danny brought the crosses into front of him.

"The direction of the wind...... Northerly, stronger. Target, about seven hundred meters. ”

"Thank you. ”

"You're welcome. ”

He muttered alone, his finger on the trigger.

Considering that the accuracy of the night battle would drop significantly, this time he did not go too far from the position, and chose to shoot head-on - so that the enemy would not have much range in the field of vision, even if he was advancing quickly on his horse.

The sandmen are not bad barbarians who are good at fighting immediately, at first they were still scattered fires, but by the time they charged, they had become a neat front line. The sound of horses' hooves was uniform, like the beat of a drum, and at the same time they dropped their torches and drew their dull sabers—the intermittent roaring artillery positions at this distance were the most striking guiding targets.

The backlit sand dunes on both sides suddenly flickered with endless points of light.

Sudden Sudden Sudden Sudden ——————

The crisp sound of machine guns mingled into the drumbeat of the charge, announcing the official start of the ambush. Without field artillery, heavy machine guns became the longest-range weapons, and bullets swept like flowing water towards the charging line, and the desert suddenly boiled. Sudden screams, curses, and shouts of killing erupted in the crowd, and the shadow of the night seemed to be a little faster.

And Danny turned a blind eye to it.

He only looked at the enemy who rushed first.

"Five hundred meters, I caught you. ”

Finding a target on a moonless night is not an easy task, he can only faintly distinguish the figure of the enemy charging, but this is also not a shooting act, and it is not a head hit to score. Whether it's a horse or a rider, a bullet in any part can kill them.

Danny pulled the trigger, the barrel of the gun trembled slightly, and the smell of gunsmoke came from his nose.

There was no bullet point in sight, no flying blood, and the enemy just shuddered and fell from his horse.

This was his hunting ground, Danny thought, this was the place he was supposed to be.

"See, Malt?"

"Don't be distracted, the next target is coming. ”

"Ah, leave it to me. ”