In a few seconds, he kept aiming and shooting until he used up all the bullets in his clip. Two more giant shields fell down. Danny would not waste his precious bullets on the Judgement Warriors. Their thin armor looked mighty, but it could not even withstand a flintlock. Lord Iron Axe once said that the God's Punishment Army of the church was a terrible opponent. One of them could fight ten enemies at close range. However, they were few in number and difficult to train. That was why they were worth hunting.
The reason why he hated machine gunners was that those arrogant guys used the same bullets as him, but their efficiency was shockingly low.
In the only two live-fire exercises, a machine gun squad emptied several boxes of bullets within an hour. Even Lord Iron Axe felt sorry for them. However, judging from the damage of the targets, they had only shot over 100 bullets, which was a complete waste of resources in Danny's eyes.
Of course, he also understood the significance of the Mark I machine gun. At least when dealing with enemies swarming like a tide, it could stop the momentum of the attack. However, when it came to hunting results, it still depended on these accurate shooters.
One bullet for one enemy.
This was what he had been training himself strictly for.
Danny pulled out the magazine and reloaded it skillfully. When he was about to stand up and shoot, he suddenly heard someone panting beside him. He looked sideways and found it was Malt.
"Damn it. Didn't I tell you to stay where you are?" He glared at the short man. "You're violating the military order!"
"Lord Brian said that we can't leave our posts unless there's a special situation. You also violated the military order." Malt wiped the sweat from his forehead. "As a protector, I have to stay with you!"
"..." Danny resisted the urge to beat him up. He grabbed a handful of bullets from his waist bag and threw them in front of him. "Put them in the magazine. Don't show your head unless necessary!"
"Yes, sir!" The short man grinned and saluted.
Just when he got the fifth kill, the enemy's formation suddenly changed.
Perhaps the church commander also believed that they would not be able to reach the front of the trenches at this rate. The God's Punishment Army threw down their giant shields and rushed toward the trenches at an astonishing speed. Even a galloping horse was no match for them. The distance between the two sides was rapidly shortening!
The revolving rifles and machine guns fired at the same time.
In an instant, a series of blood mists appeared in front of Danny, and the dust raised on the ground was even denser than when the cannons were bombarded. It was as if an invisible giant hand had slapped the charging warriors. In the face of this unstoppable force, the momentum of the charging warriors was abruptly slowed down. Those who bumped into it were all sent flying, and blood splashed everywhere.
A soldier of the God's Punishment Army, whose arm was broken by a bullet, was still running forward. As soon as Danny aimed his gun at him, a "sand snake" made of dozens of dust columns passed through the center of his body. That was the unique trajectory of a machine gun. The target's chest immediately began to sway like water ripples. Blue blood exploded behind him, and the scorching heat even tore apart his ribs.
The God's Punishment Soldier, who had lost his balance, crumpled like a rag and fell to the ground after running for three or four steps due to inertia. Danny noticed that his back was already rotten.
"Captain, be careful!" Malt suddenly screamed.
Danny was shocked. As soon as he turned his head, he saw another soldier of the God's Punishment Army coming out of the smoke and raising his short spear at him.
Then the enemy bent over and threw him out.
Danny could barely see the shadow of the spear.
He was too careless! The enemy noticed him because he was too focused on watching. A hunter should not expose himself to the sight of the prey for a long time.
Before Danny could react, Malt had already hit him hard. The two fell to the bottom of the trench together. At the same time, there was a bang above their heads.
Danny felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and his body was completely covered by the mud.
The sound of gunfire was far away from him in an instant, and his ears were echoing with an uncomfortable buzzing sound.
After a long time, he recovered his breath and reached out to touch the back of his head. There was a sticky feeling. He must have hit something hard when he fell, but he was still conscious, so it should not be a big problem.
In his hazy vision, a comrade rushed to him.
"Hey, are you OK?"
His voice sounded very vague, so he could only reluctantly wave his hand to show that he was fine.
"Come and help me. Two people are injured here!" the comrade shouted.
After a while, several people surrounded him, and they worked together to drag him and Malt out of the collapsed mud.
At this time, Danny noticed that the short spear had opened a crescent-shaped gap on the edge of the trench. The spear did not jump over the trench, but hit the edge of the trench, penetrated the thin layer of soil, and pierced into the wall of the trench. The mud on the two people was caused by the collapse of the place where the spear hit.
However, when he moved his eyes to Malt, he could not help but feel nervous.
There was a bowl-sized bloody wound on the short man's shoulder, and his arm was almost falling off. Only a few strands of skin were connected to the body, and the white bones were clearly visible.
The spear did not cause no harm, but fell on Malt.
Everyone in the First Army threw themselves into the battle again, leaving only one person to give first aid to the seriously injured person. Everyone in the First Army knew that as long as they did not die immediately, Miss Nana would be able to heal them until the end of the battle. Therefore, stopping bleeding and dressing wounds were compulsory courses in the First Army. The soldier decisively took out a dagger and cut off Malt's arm. Then he sprinkled the herbs in his bag evenly on the wound, and finally bandaged it with gauze.
After a while, the originally unconscious short man was awakened by the pain and let out a weak moan.
"Lie down and don't move. You won't die," the soldier comforted him.
"Captain Danny, where's the captain..."
"I'm here." Danny clenched his teeth and crawled to his side on his weak limbs. "Why did you do it for me..."
"I'm your protector. I... I can't leave you alone." Malt's mouth opened and closed slightly. "How about it? I, I didn't neglect my duty, did I?"
Danny suddenly felt an indescribable sense of remorse. "No... you did a good job."
"Is that so?" The little man smiled with difficulty. "So I can see Miss Nana."
"Yes, both of you can see her." The soldier looked at Danny. "Can you take care of him? I have to go back to my seat. "
"I can... Thank you." He nodded.
After the soldier left, Danny slowly picked up his gun, shook off the mud on it, and struggled to stand up.
He could still fight!
The enemy would pay for this wound with blood!
However, there was no approaching army of the church in sight. In the pervading smoke and dust, the enemy was retreating in a panic, leaving only vague figures.
The trenches were already filled with cheers.
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