"Target confirmed. The attackers are demons!"
"They're coming!"
"Demons are coming from two different directions. Twelve o'clock!"
The lookouts of each squad took turns to observe the targets with their naked eyes and telescopes. Alarms rang out one after another. Fish Ball fixed his eyes on the second group of demons according to the shooting area.
The demons were as small as a leaf in the wind. Only when they flapped their wings could Fish Ball be sure that they were not ordinary birds. According to the training procedure, Fish Ball set the targets in the shooting circle and adjusted the course indicator on the sighting device.
The new sighting device on top of the machine gun looked very strange. It had two parallel rings, one of which was a Devilbeast model that could rotate around. In the other ring, there were several small holes that were placed side by side. As long as the model was moved, the holes would also rotate.
Although Fish Ball knew nothing about the working principle of the sighting device, he knew that it was designed by His Majesty. As long as it was related to His Majesty, it must be very effective. Therefore, he spent the whole night memorizing every step before shooting. The first step was to move the course indicator, which was the Devilbeast model, to a position parallel to the direction of the target.
In this way, the enemies would overlap with the small holes in the shooting circle.
Then, he glanced at the model and shouted to his teammate, "A quarter!"
The ratio of the target to the model was four to one, which meant that the demons had entered the effective shooting range of the Mark I HMG.
Scholar of Dispersion Star, who assisted Fish Ball during the training, had repeatedly emphasized that such a visual result was not accurate and could only roughly estimate the distance of the enemies. Therefore, to ensure that the bullets could cover the enemies' path, they had to report it in a larger range.
Fish Ball knew this very well. If he fired early, he could always hit the target, but if he fired late, it would be a waste of bullets.
After completing this step, all he had to do was wait for his teammate to report the result of the lookup table and then pull the trigger.
Although this series of actions had only taken a few breaths of time, he felt as if he had gone through a long period of tempering. The surrounding shouts were getting further and further away from him, and for a moment, he could even hear his own rapid heartbeat and breathing.
The slightly wet and slippery feeling in his hand told him that the timid Fish Ball had not left him.
However, this made him even more determined.
The demons were still approaching the city wall at a fixed speed and slowly increasing their height, as if they wanted to repeat the trick they had used five days ago. The Devilbeasts were at least eight or nine hundred meters away from each other. The bodies of the Devilbeasts were as thin as a piece of paper. Even the sharpshooters of the Precision Shooting Team would find it difficult to hit the flying enemies.
But they were different.
Fish Ball didn't understand a word of the many principles the scholar had explained, but he remembered one thing very clearly.
"If the enemy approaches within the throwing distance, you can shoot at them directly. But before that, you won't be sniping the enemy. Instead, you'll be spraying enough bullets on the enemy's path and waiting for them to run into you."
"Use the fifth hole!" Just then, his teammates shouted from behind him.
Fish Ball took a deep breath, raised the muzzle, and inserted the Mad Demon he was aiming at into the fifth round hole. Then, he pulled the trigger as hard as he could.
The muzzle of the gun spat out flames.
The ear-piercing sound of gunfire made time flow again. Almost at the same time, several other squads also opened fire, and the entire top of the wall instantly boiled over.
Fish Ball had to admit that it was a strange feeling.
The muzzle of the Mark I Model was not aimed at the demons, but at an obviously empty area. No one knew whether they could hit the target or not. Therefore, the only thing the machine gunners could do was to hold the trigger anxiously and expectantly, pouring out all the bullets in the box.
Fortunately, it didn't take long.
After about a breath's time, an eye-catching "red flower" suddenly burst out from the group of demons at the twelve o 'clock position!
Along with the red flower were half of a wing and splashed pieces of flesh.
The Devilbeast that was hit by the bullets suddenly rolled on the ground, as if it had turned from a thin piece of paper into a crumpled rag. Until then, Fish Ball could roughly see the appearance of the enemy. He didn't find any trace of the Mad Demon among the scattered objects. Apparently, the first enemy to be shot down was a carrier carrying a bunch of Red Mist cans.
Two more Devilbeasts deviated from their course and fell to the ground like stones. Judging from their appearance, it was impossible to tell whether they were fleeing in a hurry or if they were seriously injured. However, they did not fly again until they crashed into the grass.
Seeing this, the soldiers, who were greatly encouraged, burst into loud cheers.
"Another one! Good job, buddy! "
"Anti-Aircraft Unit, it's your turn now!"
"Come on, kill all those bastards!"
"Long live His Majesty!"
The demons seemed to have sensed that something was wrong. Their orderly formation suddenly scattered, but they didn't retreat at all. Instead, they sped up and rushed toward the city wall!
"Three-quarters!" Fish Ball grasped the gun handle tightly and kept adjusting the shooting direction. "No … four-quarters!"
It was as big as the model, which meant that the enemy also had the ability to fight back.
"Fire at will!" the lookout shouted. "Everyone, fire at will!"
The comrades with revolving rifles also joined in the shooting.
The sound of gunfire on the city wall suddenly echoed. Although one-third of the 12 Devilbeasts had been shot down, the enemy's accuracy began to drop sharply after they obviously took evasive measures. Just then, Fish Ball saw a Devilbeast gliding in an arc and diving straight toward him from the sky. As the deformed monster roared, he vaguely saw the Mad Demon on its back raise its bone spear, which seemed to be pointing at him.
A chill instantly rose from the soles of his feet, and his hands could not help but tremble in fear.
The figure of the demon had become even bigger than the model, so he didn't have to estimate the distance anymore. For the Mark I Type I, this distance was almost equivalent to a straight line. As long as he raised the muzzle and aimed at the demon, he could shoot it full of holes.
But at the same time, the bone spear would mercilessly pierce through his body.
Run or die.
The familiar feeling followed him like a shadow, as if the cowardly Fish Ball had already grabbed his hands.
"Ahhhhhh —!" The next moment, Fish Ball roared at the top of his lungs, "Go away, I'm not —!"
At the same time, the barrel of the gun spewed out a deadly flame toward the demon.
The bullets that were fired rushed towards the demon, tearing its muscles, shattering its bones, and finally piercing through it … The huge impact caused the demon's body to swell slightly, and the flying bullets stirred up its internal organs into a mess.
The moment the Mad Demon was hit, it also threw the bone spear in its hand.
The moment Fish Ball pressed the trigger, he knew what would happen to him.
But he didn't loosen his fingers. Even if fear made him tremble like a sieve, he still didn't take that step!
Bang!
An almost transparent barrier suddenly appeared in front of Fish Ball and blocked the bone spears three feet away. The spears that hit the barrier shattered into pieces, but the barrier remained intact after a slight flicker.
At this moment, Fishball suddenly came to his senses. A short, short-haired witch had appeared beside the battlement and blocked the attack with an incredible ability.
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