Night is not a suitable time for combat.

The evil moon cannot see the sun, nor can it see the moon. The dim and cold light shines on the undulating desert. You can still vaguely see the outline when facing the light source, and you can reach out to see your five fingers when facing you.

Therefore, whether it is offense or defense, torches are essential things.

When the scattered flames appeared in the direction of the oasis, Danny carefully wiped a magazine clean, then inserted it into the loading port and loaded it.

"The enemy is here, pay attention."

"I can see."

He first imitated the malt's prompt sound, and then replied to himself.

Doing so, it is as if Malt is still with him, acting as a protector, continuing to fight alongside him - although he is no longer a member of the Precision Shooting Team.

Since the lockdown was over, Danny returned to the musket camp, but Brian soon approached him and brought him a brand new musket.

It's the one he is holding now.

Although it looked no different from the bolt gun used by the precision shooting team, once it was grabbed in his hand, Danny realized that the gun was of extraordinary quality.

It's like a sword with a similar shape. Some are just hand-training works that blacksmiths knock, while others are swords that can blow hair and cut hair.

The metal part of the gun body emits a unique gleam, with a smooth surface like a girl's skin; any interface is flat like a knife and an axe, and it feels natural to touch, without a trace of piercing the hand.

What surprised Danny the most was that it could also be equipped with an additional monocular viewing glass at the top, and the mirror was engraved with two straight thin lines, and the center of the thin line was where the bullet landed.

He was not sure how this was achieved, but through the observation glass, the originally blurry and tiny long-distance target became much clearer in an instant, which in a sense was equivalent to extending the range of the gun. Moreover, the subsequent test-firing training also proved his feelings - the shooting accuracy of this new musket is much higher than that of the ordinary bolt gun. In the absence of wind or breeze, he was sure to hit the head of a human-shaped target within 500 meters.

After learning that this weapon was specially made for him by His Majesty, Danny was so moved that he almost burst into tears on the spot. Although he had made a disciplinary mistake, His Majesty still did not give up on him and gave him the right to freely choose a shooting position in the position. This kind of treatment has nothing to do except repay his life.

But when Brian asked if he had any protectors he wanted to choose, Danny refused without hesitation.

He already has his own protector.

This gun.

and malt.

There are more and more fires appearing in the field of vision, like stars reflected in the sea of ​​sand - this is long before the commander expected. Before each battle, the superiors will explain the combat intentions and combat goals in detail to each team, so that they can know how far the next battle will be to be over.

For example, the bonfires lit on the artillery position and the speed of shooting every half a quarter of an hour are all to lure the enemy to launch a counterattack, thereby weakening the combatants of the Watchdog clan as much as possible, and preparing for the general attack after dawn. The brightly lit position can make the enemy notice something strange, and controlling the shooting frequency is to avoid rapid and violent bombardment and directly breaking the enemy.

Of course, Danny knew that the Artillery Battalion could not do the next one at all.

They look at people with their nostrils all day long, but they don't know how much resources they have occupied. The weapons and ammunition carried by the musket battalion can be carried by soldiers alone, but the artillery battalion? Without the help of the witch named Hummingbird, they would not even be transported into the desert.

More than a dozen carriages, including the load carrying shells and machine guns, took up more than half of the load. A huge wooden box could only hold two howitzers. If you follow the shooting style during the artillery exercise, you won’t have to do it in half an hour, and two fortress cannons can completely wipe out the ammunition they carry. Then? You can only stare at them.

Although Danny admitted that the exercise showed unparalleled power, he always felt that every shot was a golden dragon, and the group of people regarded this power as their own strength, and they were simply unaware of the great power. Without His Majesty's wealthy vault support, they could only eat dirt in front of the musket camp!

Therefore, it is just a nice saying that it is not to leave some inventory to prevent accidents. After all, it will probably take a week or two to transport new ammunition to come up.

When the fire that rushed in front entered the ambush circle of the First Army, Danny brought the crossglass to his eyes.

"The wind direction... is northerly, strong. The target is about 700 meters."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

He murmured alone, putting his finger on the trigger.

Considering that the accuracy of fighting at night would drop significantly, this time he did not leave the position too far, and chose to shoot head-on - so that even if the enemy rode a war horse, his range of movement in his field of vision would not be too large.

Sha Min is not bad, a barbarian who is good at fighting immediately. At first, there were still scattered flames. By the time of charge, it turned into a neat front line. The sound of horse hooves was uniform, like a drum beat gradually accelerating. At the same time, they dropped the torch in their hands and pulled out the dull sword. Within this distance, the artillery position that roared intermittently was the most eye-catching guide target.

Suddenly, continuous light spots flashed on the backlit sand dunes on both sides.

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The crisp sound of machine guns was mixed into the drums of the charge, announcing the official start of the ambush. Without field guns, heavy machine guns became the weapon with the longest range. Bullets swept towards the charge line like running water, and the desert suddenly became boiling. The screams of sudden warning, curses and shouts of killing erupted in the crowd, and the shadows under the night seemed to be a little faster.

And Danny turned a blind eye to it.

He only stared at the enemy who rushed to the first place.

"Five hundred meters, I'll catch you."

Finding a target on a moonless night is not easy. He can only vaguely identify the enemy's charge, but it is not a shooting act, and it is not a score to hit the head. Whether it is a horse or a rider, any part of it can be shot will cost them.

Danny pulled the trigger, the gun body trembled slightly, and the scent of blood-boiling smoke came from his nose.

There was no shot point, nor was there any flying blood. The enemy just trembled all over and fell from the horse.

This is his hunting ground, Danny thought, this is where he should stay.

"Did you see it, malt?"

"Don't distract yourself, the next goal is here."
Chapter completed!