While waiting, another small man ran over the trench.

"Captain, you're here very early," he took a breath, took off the cloth bag that was slanted on his body and placed it at Danny's feet. "The ammunition I've received is here."

"If I were going up the mountain to hunt, I should have come back with my prey on my back at this time," Danny said disapprovingly, "How many are there to me?"

"thirty."

"It's really few," he muttered, "Damn the pirate."

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

Each precision shooter will be equipped with a protector who can quickly suppress the target when the enemy approaches, so as to gain time to transfer or bayonet.

Danny does not need protection, especially a child who is underage. The reason why he chose Malt as a protector was because he couldn't stand Carl Vanbert's plea. He and the Minister of Construction have been neighbors for many years. He used to live in the streets and alleys of the new district, so he naturally knew that the other party regarded all children who graduated from the college as their own children.

Since the precise shooter position is usually lower, the protector is actually safer for those soldiers assigned to the front line. Danny knew that His Majesty Roland was very disgusted with relationships or mutual shelter, which is one of the few things he could do.

Seeing Malt squatting on the ground and choosing, he couldn't help asking, "Didn't you think of changing jobs?"

"Leave the First Army?" Malt said without raising his head, "No, I like this place very much."

"This is not a game of playing house," Danny raised his eyebrows. "We can die on the battlefield at any time, and you don't have to take this risk. Those who can graduate from Carl Academy can go to work in the Town Hall, where the salary is no less than the First Army, and it is very decent."

"But I don't like running errands to those officials all day long. I want to pick up your Majesty to defend you," the little man piled the cleared eight millimeters in front of the trenches, "and" said this, he suddenly stopped and his face turned a little red.

"Because Miss Nanava?"

Malt didn't answer, but his cheeks became even redder.

Danny couldn't help laughing, "At least one person in the First Army admires Miss Angel. Even if you line up, it's not your turn. What's more, her father is still a baron. Even if you don't have a fief, you can't stand it."

"I, I didn't think so," Malt said with his neck, "As long as I can see her every day, I will be very satisfied."

Danny shook his head and stopped persuading him. He knew how strong or paranoid people would become after they were involved in their relationships, because so did he.

Whenever I am free, just close my eyes, the figure of the green woman will be reflected in my mind.

If she hadn't helped her, he would have died in the forest.

At that time, she was still the devil's claw and the incarnation of evil. Danny buried all this in his heart and did not dare to tell anyone. Unexpectedly, when he met again, the witch had cleared his grievances and became a sinless person. She also lived in the witch building in the castle area and opened up various experimental fields in the hidden forest.

He could not enter the castle area at will, so on his vacation, he would always pick up his hunting bow and go to the Hidden Forest to hunt. Danny even thought that if he stopped serving as a soldier one day, he would apply for a job as a ranger from the city hall and treat Hidden Forest as his new home.

"Woooooo!"

At this moment, the horn sounded long.

This is a signal that the enemy is approaching.

Danny suppressed his thoughts and put them back on the steadily.

In any case, he is still a warrior, fighting to protect His Majesty and overthrow the church that hunts witches.

As the sun gradually rose to the top of the head, a group of people wearing shiny armor appeared at the foot of the mountain.

In order to surround this only mountaineering road, the defense line was less than one kilometer away from the Hermes Mountains, and from the moment they went down the mountain, it had already entered the attack range of artillery.

Danny knew that Lord Iron Axe would not miss any chance to strike the enemy.

As if confirming his conjecture, a dull roar suddenly sounded behind him, just as thunder from the sky came from a distance. He could even see blurry black shadows passing over his head and flying towards the enemy.

The battle began without warning.

Due to the distance, Danny could clearly capture the landing point of the shells. The mud aroused when touching the ground was like clusters of blooming wild flowers, and the long team moving forward like ants suddenly fell into panic. It was normal to feel panic when facing a blow that could not even be seen by a figure for the first time. If it were ordinary mercenaries or militias, a few rounds of bombardment could completely collapse morale.

But the church's army did not retreat, they began to advance, and the lineup became loose.

When Danny could see the opponent's clothes and weapons more clearly, the group of people had already eaten at least three rounds of gunfire and hit the position of fifty field artillery to make the bombardment continuous, which was absolutely a difficult experience for the enemy. They had no war horses and could only walk through this road to hell with their feet.

The Divine Punishment Army, which was rumored to be powerful, set up a giant shield and stood at the front of the team, forming a gray iron wall about five or six hundred meters away from the first trench.

However, it is of little significance to shells. As long as it can hit a giant shield, the shield will be split into pieces and overturn the enemy behind it to the ground.

"It won't work," Danny shook his head, "I'm afraid they will be completely defeated if they can't reach the first trench." He knew the firepower arrangement of the position very well. He first used artillery fire to greet the enemy between 1,000 and 500 meters. Before the opponent gathered on the wire, the aircraft firepower would then clean the battlefield. The rotor was only used for close combat after the opponent charged, and would not open fire within less than 200 meters.

"Isn't it good to be defeated?" Malt raised his feet and lay on the edge of the trench and looked out.

"Of course, I won't get anything." Danny swept the arranged one into his pocket and raised it to leave.

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

"The trench is even more forward," he shook the latter's hand, "just stay here."

"I'll go with you!"

"Don't follow me, this is the captain's order!"

Danny dropped this sentence and aimed at his waist and touched the longitudinal groove.

The sound of the shell falling to the ground seemed to be heavier. Even with every dull collision, a little bit of earth would slide from both sides of the tunnel and pour into his collar.

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

Through three horizontal ditches in succession, regardless of the strange gazes from other team members, Danny took advantage of the new round of shells to the ground and looked out to see that the large shield of the Divine Punishment Army was clearly distinguishable. He could even hear the enemy's shouting and shouting at the top of his lungs.

This distance is about four hundred meters.

It's close enough.

Danny took a deep breath, raised it, aimed the sight slightly higher than the upper edge of the shield, and pulled the trigger.

Accompanied by a crisp sound, a string of blue blood rose from behind the shield. The giant shield and the shield holder fell to the ground, revealing the at a loss behind him.

He pulled the bolt away, exited the steaming shell, and then pushed it back to its original position with a click.

The sound of the loading made his blood boil.
Chapter completed!