Night was not a good time to fight.
Neither the sun nor the moon could be seen in the Months of Demons. The dim, cold light shone on the uneven desert. The side facing the light could still vaguely see the outline of the desert, but the side facing the light could not even see the fingers of one's hand.
Therefore, torches were indispensable for both offense and defense.
When scattered sparks appeared in the direction of the oasis, Danny carefully wiped a clip clean, then inserted it into the loading port, pulled the bolt, and loaded the gun.
"The enemy is coming. Watch out."
"I can see it."
He first imitated the malt's voice, and then answered to himself.
In this way, it was as if Malt was still with him, acting as a protector and fighting side by side with him, even though he was no longer a member of the precision shooting team.
Danny returned to the gun camp after his confinement, but Brian soon found him and brought him a brand-new gun.
It was the one he was holding in his hand.
Although it looked no different from the bolt guns used by the precision shooting team, Danny realized that it was not an ordinary gun as soon as he held it in his hand.
It was like a longsword with a similar shape, but some were just casually made by blacksmiths for practice, while some were precious swords that could cut a hair.
The metal part of the gun gave off a unique dim light, and its surface was as smooth as a young girl's skin. All the joints were so smooth that they seemed to be carved by a knife or an ax. It felt natural and did not sting at all.
What surprised Danny the most was that a monocular telescope could be installed on the top of the gun. The surface of the telescope was engraved with two straight intersecting lines, and the center of the lines was where the bullets would land.
He did not know how this was achieved, but through the telescope, the blurry and small long-distance targets became much clearer, which, in a sense, extended the shooting range of the gun. The subsequent shooting training also proved his feeling. The shooting accuracy of this new gun was much higher than that of the common bolt guns. In windless or breezy conditions, he was 90% sure that he could hit the head of a human-shaped target within 500 meters.
Danny was so touched that he almost shed tears on the spot when he learned that this weapon was specially made for him by His Majesty. Although he had made a disciplinary mistake, His Majesty had not given up on him and had given him the right to freely choose his firing position in the position. There was no other way for him to treat His Majesty than to kill himself.
However, when Brian asked him if he had any protectors he wanted to pick, Danny rejected him without hesitation.
He already had his own protector.
This gun.
And malt.
More and more flames appeared in their field of vision, like stars reflected in the sea of sand. This was within the commander's expectations. Before every battle, the superiors would explain the battle intent and objectives in detail to each platoon so that they would know how far the battle would end.
For example, the bonfires on the cannons and the firing rate of once every seven minutes were all to lure the enemy to launch a counterattack, thereby weakening the combatants of the Watchdog Clan as much as possible in preparation for the general attack after dawn. The brightly lit position would allow the enemy to notice any abnormalities, and controlling the firing rate would prevent the rapid and fierce bombardment from directly scattering the enemy.
Of course, Danny knew that the Artillery Battalion could not do that.
They looked down on others all day long, but they did not know how much resources they occupied. The firearms and ammunition carried by the Gun Battalion could be carried by one soldier, but what about the Artillery Battalion? Without the help of the witch named Hummingbird, they could not even transport food into the desert.
There were more than a dozen carriages, and more than half of them were loaded with artillery shells and machine gun ammunition. Only two howitzers could be placed in such a large wooden box. If they were to fight as they did in the drill, the two Longsong Cannons would be able to use up all the ammunition they carried in less than an hour. What would happen after that? They could only watch helplessly.
Although Danny admitted that the drill showed unparalleled power, he always felt that every shot was like a Golden Dragon. However, those people regarded this power as their own. They were simply too arrogant. Without the support of His Majesty's rich treasury, they could only eat dirt in front of the Gun Battalion!
Therefore, the fear of scattering the enemy was just a nice-sounding excuse. Ultimately, they wanted to keep some stocks in case of accidents. After all, it would take a week or two for the new recruits to open the oasis supply line and deliver new ammunition.
When the first group of firelight entered the ambush circle of the First Army, Danny put the cross-shaped telescope in front of his eyes.
"Wind direction... to the north, strong. Target, about 700 meters away. "
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
He murmured and put his finger on the trigger.
Considering that the accuracy of fighting at night would be greatly reduced, he did not leave the position too far this time and chose to shoot head-on. In this way, even if the enemy rode fast on horses, they would not be able to move too far in his field of vision.
The Sand Nation was indeed a barbarian tribe that was good at fighting on horseback. At first, there were only scattered firelight, but when they charged, they had already formed a neat front line. The horses' hooves sounded in unison, like a gradually accelerating drum beat. At the same time, they dropped the torches in their hands and pulled out their dull sabers. At this distance, the intermittent roars of the artillery position were the most eye-catching target.
The backlit sand dunes on both sides suddenly flashed with continuous light spots.
Tut, tut, tut, tut — — —
The crisp sound of machine guns blended with the charging drum beat, announcing the official start of the ambush. Without the field artillery, the heavy machine guns became the weapon with the longest range. Bullets swept toward the charging line like a stream of water, and the desert suddenly boiled. Unexpectedly, screams, curses, and shouts broke out in the crowd. The shadows in the night seemed to move a little faster.
And Danny was oblivious to it.
He only focused on the first enemy that rushed forward.
"500 meters, I got you."
It was not easy to find a target on a moonless night. He could only vaguely distinguish the charging figure of the enemy. But this was not a shooting show, and he did not need to hit the head to score a point. Whether it was the horse or the rider, being shot in any part of the body could kill them.
Danny pulled the trigger, and the gun trembled slightly. He smelled the hot smell of gunpowder.
He could not see the point of the bullet, and there was no blood. The enemy just trembled and fell off the horse.
This was his hunting ground, Danny thought, and this was where he should be.
"Did you see that, Malt?"
"Don't get distracted. The next target is coming."
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