While Danny was waiting, another short man came running along the trench.
"Captain, you're so early." He took a few breaths, took off the bag that was slung across his body, and put it at Danny's feet. "Here's all the ammunition I got."
"If I went hunting in the mountains, I should have come back by now," Danny said disapprovingly. "How much did you give me?"
"30."
"That's not enough," he muttered. "Damn machine gunner."
The short man, named Malt, was the youngest soldier in the team. He was only 16 years old, and he was Danny's protector.
Every Precision Shooter was accompanied by a protector, who could quickly suppress the enemy when they approached, so as to gain time to move or put on the bayonet.
Danny did not need protection, especially for a child who was still underage. The reason why he chose Malt as his protector was that he could not resist Carr Van Bate's pleading. Danny and the Minister of Construction had been neighbors for many years. They used to live in the same street in the New District, so he naturally knew that Van Bate regarded all the graduates as his own children.
Since Precision Shooters were usually positioned at the rear, it was actually safer for the soldiers who were assigned to the front line to have a protector. Danny knew that His Majesty hated using connections or covering up for each other, and this was one of the few things he could do for His Majesty.
Looking at Malt squatting on the ground, Danny could not help asking, "Have you ever thought of changing your job?"
"Leave the First Army?" Malt said without raising his head. "No, I quite like it here."
"This isn't a game." Danny raised his eyebrows. "We can die on the battlefield at any time. You don't have to take this risk. Anyone who graduates from Carr Academy can work in City Hall. The salary there is no lower than that of the First Army, and it's very decent. "
"But I don't want to run errands for those officials all day. I want to protect His Majesty." The short man piled up the eight millimeters in front of the trench. "And..." He suddenly paused, and his face became a little red.
"Because of Miss Nana?"
Malt did not answer, but his face became even redder.
Danny couldn't help laughing. "At least one person in the First Army admires Miss Angel. Even if there's a queue, it won't be your turn. What's more, her father is a Baron. Even if he loses his fief, he's still not someone you can reach. "
"I, I don't think so," Malt said stubbornly. "As long as I can see her every day, I'll be satisfied."
Danny shook his head and stopped trying to persuade her. He knew how stubborn and stubborn people could be when they were deeply in love, because he was the same.
Whenever he was free, as long as he closed his eyes, the figure of the green-robed woman would appear in his mind.
If she had not saved him, he would have lost his life in the forest.
At that time, she was still the devil's claw, the embodiment of evil. Danny buried all of this deep in her heart, not daring to tell anyone. Unexpectedly, when they met again, the witch had already been cleared of her wrongdoings and became an innocent person. She also lived in the Castle District's Witch Building, and also opened up a variety of experimental fields in the Concealing Forest.
He could not enter the Castle District at will, so on his days off, he always picked up a hunting bow and went to the Concealing Forest to hunt. Danny even thought that if one day he no longer served as a soldier, he would apply for a job as a forest ranger from City Hall and regard the Concealing Forest as his new home.
"Woo woo!"
Just then, a horn sounded.
This was the signal that the enemy was coming.
Danny put down his thoughts and set up his saddle again.
No matter what, he was still a warrior, fighting to protect His Majesty and overthrow the church that hunted witches.
As the sun gradually rose, a group of people in shining armor appeared at the foot of the mountain.
In order to surround the only mountain road, the defense line was less than one kilometer away from the Hermes Mountain. From the moment they went down the mountain, they had already entered the attack range of the cannons.
Danny knew that Sir Iron Axe would not let go of any opportunity to attack the enemy.
As if to confirm his conjecture, a dull roar suddenly sounded from behind him. It sounded like thunder coming from afar, and he could even see a blurry shadow flying over his head, flying in the direction of the enemy.
The battle began without warning.
Because of the long distance, Danny could clearly see the landing point of the shells. When the shells hit the ground, the mud stirred up was like a cluster of blooming wildflowers. The long line of ants suddenly fell into a panic. It was normal for them to feel panic when they could not even see the enemy for the first time. If they were ordinary mercenaries or militias, their morale would completely collapse after a few rounds of bombardment.
However, the army of the church did not retreat. They began to move forward and the formation became looser.
When Danny could see the enemy's clothes and weapons more clearly, this group of people had at least suffered three rounds of bombardment. The position formed by 50 field cannons was enough to make the bombardment continuous, which was definitely a difficult experience for the enemy. They did not have horses, so they had to walk this road to hell on their feet.
The God's Punishment Army, which was rumored to have infinite strength, raised their giant shields and stood at the front of the line, forming a gray iron wall about five or six hundred meters away from the first trench.
However, the shells did not mean much to them. As long as they could hit the giant shields, the shields would be torn apart and the enemies behind them would be thrown to the ground.
"We can't go on like this." Danny shook his head. "I'm afraid they'll be completely defeated before they reach the first trench." He was very clear about the firepower arrangement of the position. First, they would use artillery to greet the enemies within 1,000 to 500 meters. When the enemies gathered in front of the barbed wire, they would use machine guns to clean up the battlefield. The revolving wheels would only be used for close combat after the enemies charged and would not be fired within 200 meters.
"Isn't it good to be defeated?" Malt stood on tiptoe and looked out of the trench.
"Of course, I won't get anything if I do that." Danny swept the weapons into his waist bag and was ready to leave.
"Where are you going?" The short man hurriedly pulled him.
"The trench further ahead." He shook off the latter's hand. "Just stay here."
"I'll go with you!"
"Don't follow me. This is the captain's order!"
After saying this, Danny aimed at his waist and touched the longitudinal trench.
The sound of shells hitting the ground became louder and louder. With every dull thud, some dirt slid down from both sides of the trench and poured into his collar.
He knew he was approaching the front of the battlefield little by little.
After crossing three horizontal trenches in a row, Danny took advantage of the moment when a new round of shells hit the ground and looked out, ignoring the strange looks from the other team members. He could clearly see the giant shields of the God's Punishment Army. He could even hear the enemies' hoarse shouts and shouts.
The distance was about 400 meters.
It was close enough.
Danny took a deep breath, set up his rifle, aimed at the position slightly above the upper edge of the shield, and pulled the trigger.
With a crisp sound, a string of blue blood rose behind the shield. He saw the giant shield and the shield-bearer fall to the ground with a loud crash, revealing the bewildered Judgement Warriors behind them.
He pulled the bolt, removed the steaming shell, and then pushed it back to its original position with a click.
The sound of bullets being loaded made his blood boil.
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