The darkness of the night had become a big obstacle for both sides.
?
It turned out that the accuracy of the machine gun squad would be greatly reduced if they could not see where the bullets landed and the effect of the shooting. Although the number of machine guns used in the ambush was not as many as in the battle at Coldwind Ridge, it was not enough to completely stop the cavalry charge. When the enemy abandoned their torches, there were always dozens of people in the front line who could break through the crossfire net, howling and rushing to the artillery position, and then became Danny's targets.
The enemy also could not tell where the real threat was. They could not see their companions being shot to pieces in the fire net, and they did not know what kind of weapons were set up on the sand dunes on both sides. When they realized that there were fewer and fewer people around them, it was already too late.
Without the guidance of the torches, the cavalrymen who formed the new front line did not know what happened to their companions in the front. They could only see the roaring cannons and the flashing light spots on both sides. No matter how they thought about it, the thunder-like bombardment was more threatening than the sand dunes on both sides where they could not even see the shadows of people.
It was in this kind of obstacle that the watchdogs did not collapse immediately. Instead, they formed multiple lines and rushed to the position like waves.
In the eyes of these battle-hardened clans, the continuous charge of sharp blades was the best way to destroy the enemy's will to fight. Speed represented power. In the face of the tide-like attack, the slaves and mercenaries could not hold on for long. No matter how sturdy the front line was, once the cavalry broke in, it would not take long for them to become a pile of loose sand.
This created an excellent hunting opportunity for Danny.
Soon, he took down his 20th prey.
But at the same time, he also noticed a strange phenomenon. Several times when he aimed at the enemy in the front, there was always a bullet that hit the target before he did.
It was as if someone was competing with him.
If that was all, it would not be a big deal.
What made Danny excited was that the shooter hiding in the night was definitely a top hunter.
Because the direction of the enemy's fall was always the same.
If the target was shot in the upper body, the target would fall backward; if the target was shot on the horse, the target would fall forward. Danny could not explain the specific principle, but it was most likely the case.
The target falling to the side could only mean that the position of the hunter was on one side of the sand dunes. And the target was shot in the torso, not the horse.
What did this mean?
Not only could the enemy capture a rider galloping in the dark night, but he could also predict where the target would arrive before firing. Coupled with the unpredictable cold winds of the desert, this skill could almost be considered as divine.
Was there such an expert in the army?
Was it a member of the precision shooting squad, or a soldier from the Firearm Battalion who was selected by His Majesty and given the new bolt gun, just like himself?
Danny suppressed his excitement and sped up the movements of his hands.
He didn't want to lose to his opponent.
Especially in front of Malt.
"There's one left on the right, 250 meters away from the defensive line."
"He's mine."
…
In the latter half of the night, the thunder gradually subsided, but Thuram never heard the cheers of the returning warriors.
Even though they were caught off guard, judging from the number of torches, the watchdogs had gathered nearly two thousand men. Regardless of victory or defeat, there had to be some news, right? But after the Thunder subsided, there was no more movement in the night. Like the mouth of a giant beast from the abyss, the more than two thousand people were all swallowed up, not even spitting out a bone.
The fire in the oasis also gradually subsided. All the clansmen who came to save their master were sent to put out the fire, which was what Iron Axe had asked him to do.
Thuram didn't know whether he should be happy or sad at the moment.
The watchdogs had never stopped oppressing his clansmen. Even in his dreams, he imagined that one day, they would meet with great misfortune, such as angering the big clans in the city, or being utterly defeated by a rising challenger. In short, the most pleasing thing for him was that the other party suffered a disaster.
But the new challenger was Iron Axe.
Iron Axe also intended to drag Thuram into the storm of fighting for the throne of the clan.
Perhaps Thuram should persuade him to occupy the bloodstained land first, and then carefully consider his next move? The golden-eyed Divine Lady behind him was indeed very powerful, but... the Divine Lady of the Wildflame clan was also not to be trifled with. Especially as the first clan, they could choose the way of duel. In a one-on-one duel, Thuram was not optimistic about the Divine Lady brought by Iron Axe.
Although the holy duel was known as the fairest way of competition, in fact, it was also a competition between the clans behind the duel. Not only could they set up traps before the duel, but they also might not be able to avoid the tricks of the other party in the duel. The tragic exile of the Osha clansmen was proof that only a few warriors who could fight could not guarantee the final victory.
But what puzzled him the most was why the King of Graycastle was suddenly interested in this desert.
In the eyes of the northerners, this place had always been synonymous with barbarism and backwardness. They did not allow the Sand Nation to enter the kingdom's territory, nor were they willing to intervene in the disputes between clans. The only people who traveled between the two places were merchants, and their commodities were slaves.
In addition, what did Iron Axe mean by bringing "order and oasis"? It was said that only the Three Gods Emissary could make oasis grow in the desert and stop the storm. In other words, the Southernmost Region was originally a lush land full of fragrant grass, green trees, and gurgling water. It was not until the emissary died that the land became what it was today. When the Three Gods sent a new emissary, the Southernmost Region would return to its original state. But except for that illusory rumor, no one had ever been able to realize this. Otherwise, the Sand Nation would not be fighting for water and food all day long.
Just as they were waiting anxiously, a white light finally appeared on the horizon.
Then, Thuram faintly heard a strange horn sound. It was not as deep and dull as the horn, but slightly sharp, as if it was repeatedly ticking...
Not long after, a strange team appeared at the edge of the oasis.
They lined up in an unstoppable manner and approached the bloodstained land. Then, a fierce battle broke out with the remaining watchdogs. Perhaps it was not as fierce as he had expected. A group of clan warriors raised their sabers and rushed forward. Then, after a series of crackling explosions, they all fell to the ground. The rest of the people scattered, no longer caring about their fallen companions who were moaning on the ground. After entering the oasis, they quickly took control of several sentry towers and surrounded the tavern.
Thuram knew he no longer had a choice when the brown-skinned woman with bluish-grey hair walked into the room. Although it had been seven or eight years since they last met, he could still see some of her mother's features on her face.
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