The darkness of the night has long been a hindrance for both warring sides. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It turns out that as soon as the point of the bullet and the firing effect are not observed, the accuracy of the machine gun squad will drop significantly. Although the number of machine guns put into ambush this time was not as good as that of the Cold Wind Ridge blocking battle, it was not enough that even the cavalry charge could not be completely stopped. When the enemy drops the torches, there are always dozens of men on a front line who can break through the crossfire net, howl and pounce on the artillery positions, and then become Danny's target.

The enemy could not tell where the real threat was, they could not see their comrades who had been torn apart in the net of fire, and they did not know what kind of weapons were erected on the dunes on either side. By the time they realize that there are fewer and fewer people around them, it's too late.

Without the guidance of the torches, the cavalry who followed behind to form a new front line did not know what had happened to the group of comrades who rushed ahead, and they could only see the roaring artillery not far away and the flickering points of light on either side - the thunderous artillery bombardment was more threatening than the sand dunes on both sides, where even the human figure could not be seen.

It was under this obstacle that the watchdogs did not collapse at the touch of a button, but formed multiple charging lines one after another, rushing to the position like a sea wave.

In the eyes of these battle-hardened clans, a continuous charge of blades was the best way to break the enemy's will to fight - speed was a sign of strength, and in the face of a tidal wave, slaves and mercenaries could not resist for long, and no matter how strong the line seemed, once rushed in by cavalry, it would not be long before it would turn into a puddle of scattered sand.

This creates excellent hunting opportunities for Danny.

Soon, he took down the twentieth prey.

At the same time, however, he also noticed a strange phenomenon - several times when aiming at the enemy who was rushing forward, there was always a bullet that took away the target he had already locked on before him.

It was as if someone was competing against him.

If only that were it.

To Danny's heart, the shooter who hides in the dark of night is definitely a top hunter.

Because every time the enemy falls, in the same direction, it is on the same side.

If, as he did, he chose to hit the upper body head-on, the target would fall backwards, and if he hit the horse, he would flip forward - he couldn't explain the exact principle, but nine times out of ten it was true.

The target fell to the side, which only indicated that the hunter was in a position on one side of the sand dune. And each point of impact is the torso, not the mount.

What does this mean?

Not only can they catch a fast rider on a dark night, but they can also determine where the target will arrive before firing, and the unpredictable cold wind in the desert can almost be called a miracle.

Is there still such a good player in the army?

Is it the men of the precision shooting team, or the soldiers of the musket battalion, like themselves, who have been selected by His Majesty to give them a new type of bolt gun?

Danny suppressed his excitement and sped up the movement of his hands.

He didn't want to lose to the other side.

Especially in front of malt.

"There is one left on the right, two hundred and fifty meters from the defensive line. ”

"He's mine. ”

......

In the middle of the night, the thunder had subsided, but Thuram had never heard the cheers of the returning warriors.

Although they were taken by surprise, judging from the number of torches, the watchdogs gathered nearly two thousand people. Regardless of victory or defeat, there must be news, right? But after the thunder subsided, there was no movement heard in the night, like the big mouth of the abyssal beast, devouring more than 2,000 people, not even a single bone was spit out.

The flames in the oasis grew smaller, and the Savior's people were sent to put out the fires—as the Iron Axe had told him to do.

Thuram didn't know whether to be happy or sad at the moment.

The watchdogs never stopped oppressing his people, and he dreamed that one day they would fall into bad luck, such as anger at the big clans in the city, or be killed by some rising challenger. In short, the disaster of the other party is the most pleasant thing for him.

But the new challenger is the Iron Axe.

And he also intends to pull himself into this storm of fighting for the head of the clan.

Maybe he should be persuaded to occupy the bloodstained land first, and then carefully consider his next move? The golden-eyed goddess behind him was indeed very powerful, but ...... The goddess of the Flame Clan is also not easy to mess with. Especially as the first clan, it can also take the initiative to choose the duel method. In the case of one-on-one with his bare hands, Thuram was not optimistic about the goddess brought by the iron axe.

Although the Holy Duel is claimed to be the fairest way to compete, it is actually a competition between the clan forces behind it, not only can you stumble before the duel, but even if you are on the field, you may not be able to avoid the tricks of the other party. The tragic exile of the Osha people proves that a few warriors who can fight alone does not guarantee ultimate victory.

But what puzzled him the most was why the King of Greykeep was suddenly interested in this desert land?

In the eyes of the northerners, it has always been synonymous with barbarism and backwardness, and they do not allow the sandfolk to enter the kingdom's territory, nor do they want to meddle in clan disputes. The only people who traveled between the two places were merchants, and the goods were slaves.

Legend has it that only the messengers of the three gods could make the desert grow an oasis and stop the storms from raging, or that the Far South was originally a lush land, covered with grass, green trees and gurgling water, until the death of the messenger, the land became what it is today. When the three gods send a new emissary, the Far South will return to its original state again. But no one has ever been able to achieve this, except for the vague rumors, otherwise the sandfolk would not have spent their days fighting for water and food.

In the midst of the anxious waiting, the sky finally glowed with a white glow.

Then Thuram faintly heard a strange trumpet, not as deep and dull as the horn, but slightly sharp, as if it were repeated tick-tock-tock......

It didn't take long for a strange team to appear at the edge of the oasis.

They lined up in an unstoppable position to approach the Bloodstained Lands, and then a fierce battle broke out with the watchdogs who remained behind - perhaps not as fierce as he had expected, as a group of clan warriors rushed forward with their sabers in hand, and then all fell to the ground with a crackling explosion. The rest scattered, no longer paying attention to their companions who had fallen to the ground and groaned. Once inside the oasis, they quickly took control of several watchtowers and surrounded the tavern.

When the woman with blue-gray hair and brown skin walked into the room, Thuram knew he had no choice. Although it had been seven or eight years since they had been separated, he could still see a little bit of her mother's appearance on the other person's face.

He knelt down to Drow Silvermoon, resting his forehead against the cold floor, and said hoarsely, "I swear to the three gods that my people and I are willing to serve you, and from this day forward, you will be the patriarch of the New Aosha clan. ”