While waiting, another small man ran down the trench. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Captain, you're so early," he gasped twice, removing the sack from his body and placing it at Danny's feet, "I've got all the ammunition here." ”

"If I had gone up to the mountains to hunt, I would have returned with my prey on my back," Danny said disapprovingly, "How much did it give me?"

"Thirty rounds. ”

"That's a few...... he muttered, "damn the heavy." ”

The little man was the youngest soldier in the team, named Malt, who was only sixteen years old this year, and served as his "protector".

Each precision shooter is equipped with a protector who can quickly neutralize the target when the enemy is approaching, buying time to divert or reload the bayonet.

Danny didn't need protection, especially a minor child. The reason why malt was chosen as a protector was only because it could not withstand the pleas of Karl Van Burt. He and the Minister of Construction have been neighbors for many years, and they used to live in the same streets and alleys of the new district, so they naturally know that they treat all the children who graduate from the academy as if they were their own children.

Since the position of the precision shooter is usually further back, the protector will actually be a little safer for those soldiers assigned to the front line. Danny knew that His Majesty Roland hated relationships or mutual cover-ups, and that was one of the few things he could do.

Looking at the appearance of Malt squatting on the ground and picking out bullets, he couldn't help but ask, "Haven't you thought about changing jobs?"

"Leaving the First Army?" said Malt without looking up, "No, I like it here." ”

"It's not a game of tricks," Danny raised an eyebrow, "we could die on the battlefield at any moment, and you don't have to take that risk." Those who can graduate from Karl College can go to work at the town hall, where the pay is not lower than that of the First Army, and it is very decent. ”

"But I don't like to run errands for those officials all day—I want to pick up a spear to defend Your Majesty," the little man piled up the cleared eight-millimeter bullets in front of the trench, "and......" He paused at this point, and his face turned a little red.

"Because of Miss Nanawa?"

Malt didn't answer, but her cheeks turned redder.

Danny couldn't help but laugh out loud, "At least half of the people in the First Army admire Miss Angel, even if you stand in line, it won't be your turn." What's more, her father is still a baron, even if he doesn't have a fief, it's not something you can climb. ”

"I—I didn't think so," Malt said, curling her neck, "as long as I can see her every day, I'm satisfied." ”

Danny shook his head and stopped persuading, knowing how strong a person can be when he is emotionally invested - or paranoid, because he is too.

Whenever he has free time, as long as he closes his eyes, the figure of the green-haired woman will be reflected in his mind.

If she hadn't come to her rescue, I'm afraid he would have died in the forest.

And at that time she was still the claw of the devil, the embodiment of evil, and Danny buried it all deep in his heart and did not dare to tell anyone. Unexpectedly, when they meet again, the witch has been cleared of her grievances and become innocent, and she has also lived in the witch mansion in the castle district, and has also opened various experimental fields in the hidden forest.

He doesn't have access to the castle district at will, so on his days off, he always grabs his hunting bow and heads out to hunt in the Hidden Forest. Danny even figured out that if he stopped being a soldier one day, he would apply for a job as a ranger at City Hall, making the Hidden Forest his new home.

"Woo---woo-!"

At that moment, the trumpet sounded.

This is a signal that the enemy is coming.

Danny suppressed his thoughts and re-positioned the butt.

Regardless, he is still a warrior, fighting to protect His Majesty and overthrow the witch-hunting church.

......

As the sun rose overhead, a group of centaurs in shining armor appeared at the foot of the mountain.

To encircle this only trail of climbing, the defensive line was located less than a kilometer from the Hermes Mountains, and from the moment they descended, it was already in the range of artillery attacks.

Danny knew that Lord Iron Axe would not miss any opportunity to strike his enemies.

As if to confirm his suspicions, a dull roar suddenly sounded behind him—like thunder coming from far away, and he could even see blurred black shadows flying overhead in the direction of the enemy.

The battle began without warning.

Due to the distance, Danny was able to capture the landing of the shells very clearly. The mud and dust stirred up when it touched the ground were like clusters of blooming wildflowers, and the long line of ants moving forward suddenly fell into a panic. It's normal to panic the first time you face a blow that you can't even see a human figure, and if it's an ordinary mercenary or militia, a few rounds of bombardment can completely collapse morale.

But the army of the church did not retreat, they began to speed up, and the ranks became loose.

By the time Danny could see the men's clothing and weapons more clearly, the men had already eaten at least three rounds of artillery bombardment—a position of fifty field guns that was enough to make the bombardment incessant, which was an absolutely difficult experience for the enemy. They had no horses, so they had to walk through this hellish road on their feet.

It is rumored that the mighty Divine Punishment Army raised a huge shield and held it at the front of the line, forming a gray iron wall about five or six hundred meters away from the first trench.

However, it doesn't mean much for a cannonball, as long as it hits the giant shield, the shield will be torn apart, and the enemy behind it will be knocked to the ground.

"It's not going to go on like this," Danny shook his head, "I'm afraid they'll be completely crushed before they reach the first trench." He was well aware of the firepower of the position, greeting the enemy between 1,000 and 500 meters with artillery fire, and then clearing the battlefield with machine gun fire before the opponent gathered at the barbed wire, while the revolver rifle was only used for close combat after the opponent's charge, and would not fire less than 200 meters.

"Isn't it good to be defeated?" said Malt, leaning on his feet and looking out at the edge of the trench.

"Of course, then I won't have anything to gain. Danny swept the loaded bullets into his fanny pack and picked up his gun to leave.

"Where are you going?" the little man hurriedly grabbed him.

"The trench ahead," he said, shaking off the latter's hand, "just stay here." ”

"I'll go with you!"

"Don't come along, this is the captain's order!"

Danny dropped the sentence and ran towards his waist for the longitudinal ditch.

The sound of the cannonballs falling on the ground grew thicker, and with each dull crash, a little dirt slid down the sides of the pit and poured into his collar.

He knew he was getting closer to the front of the battlefield.

Traversing three ravines in a row, ignoring the strange stares of the other team members, Danny took advantage of the new round of shells to land and looked out—the shields of the Divine Punishment Army were clearly discernible, and he could even hear the hoarse shouts and shouts of the enemy.

The distance is about 400 meters.

It's close enough.

Danny takes a deep breath, sets up his rifle, and aims his crosshair at the slightly higher edge of the shield to pull the trigger.

With a crisp sound, a trail of blue blood rose from behind the shield - and the giant shield and the shield bearer fell to the ground with a bang, revealing the bewildered warrior of the Judgment behind him.

He pulled the bolt of the gun, exited the steaming cartridge casing, and thrust back into place with a click.

The sound of a loaded bullet made his blood boil.

The first, Danny thought to himself.