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Chapter 968

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According to Sylvie's intelligence, the demon reconnaissance team usually consisted of two Mad Demons and three Devilbeasts, and they would fly back and forth in the surveillance area at a certain frequency. There were overlaps between each team, which was similar to the "Wall of Eagles" in the future.

Due to the visual advantage of aerial units, the army would definitely be discovered as soon as they entered the reconnaissance area. What Roland planned to do was to open up a no-fly zone in the sky, a blind spot.

At present, it was certain that the Mad Demons had neither a radar system nor instantaneous calling technology. As long as they did not blow the horn, the disappearance of a small team would not attract any attention. The Devilbeasts that carried the Red Mist canisters could enhance the patrol ability of the team, but it would also take a long time for the information to return. By the time the enemy realized that the Devilbeasts had died, they would most likely have to wait until the night when they returned to their nest.

Even so, it was not easy for the demons to immediately locate the attacker without knowing the exact location of the loss. Moreover, the First Army could march at night even though the reconnaissance team could not move at night. As long as the blind spot was built in a reasonable order, it would buy time for the army, which would also weaken the enemy's mobility.

Roland did not expect to completely stop the Absolute Hand. Even if he could delay it for two or three days, it would still be of great help to the army. After all, the earlier he arrived at the artillery site, the higher his chance of winning.

And the Anti-Devilbeast sniper rifle was the product of his high hopes.

In fact, it was not exactly a gun. In order to ensure long-range lethality and ballistic stability, the caliber was set at 20 mm, which was the dividing line between a gun and a cannon.

As for why it was not bigger, it was because Andrea's ability had a distinct feature — it could only be used by hand. This had been tested during the artillery training. Once she let go of the barrel, the soldiers would not be able to fire no matter how hard they tried to adjust.

But to forcibly fire under the recoil of the cannon?

It would be strange if Tilly did not get angry.

However, the name "sniper cannon" was too awkward, so Roland decided to call it a gun.

The new weapon itself did not have any advanced technology. Its structure was much simpler than that of the Mark I HMG, with air conduction recoil, semi-automatic firing, magazine feeding... The only extra part was a muzzle brake to reduce the recoil, which was also used on the main guns of shallow water gunships.

It only took two days to make it.

One and a half days were spent on selecting materials and post-processing.

Lucia had formulated the alloy, Anna had cut it into shape, Candle had solidified it into shape, and Doris had demonized it … With the help of several witches, this weapon could definitely be considered a legendary creation in terms of quality. Not to mention the material and processing precision, as long as the solidification effect existed, the barrel of the sniper rifle would not deform under the high temperature of the gas and the tremendous pressure. This was also the key factor to ensure continuous accurate shooting.

"Is this a sniper rifle?" Andrea looked at it for a while and soon found something wrong. "Where's its scope?" she asked.

"No." Roland shrugged.

"No?" She was stunned. "I can't hit a target that I can't see."

"And a normal scope can't play its role, so you need three other people to help you," Roland said and looked at Sylvie, Spear, and Camilla.

"You mean … let Ms. Camilla connect me and Sylvie together, and the Countess will be responsible for replenishing magic power?" Andrea finally understood what Maggie meant when she said "they're waiting for you".

"Although I don't want to leave Fallen Dragon Ridge at all … Achoo … But for the sake of His Majesty's sincere invitation, I can only reluctantly agree," Countess Spear said, pretending to be helpless. Countess Spear pretended to be helpless. "But next time, I hope to inform you in advance, instead of letting Miss Maggie fly me around. I'm old, and my body isn't as healthy as it used to be. I still haven't recovered from the wind."

Roland silently rolled his eyes. She had drunk Lily's purifying water and asked him for the next batch of support for City hall students, but she made it sound like she was doing it for free. After all, he was a regular in politics for many years and was used to acting pitiful.

Camilla's reaction was much simpler. "Her Highness Tilly wants me to do my best."

"But I'm not sure if my ability will still work under the observation of the Eye of Magic." Andrea had never considered such a problem before, as the range of throwing stones and arrows was much smaller than the visual range.

"That's why it's necessary to try," Roland said. "Then … let's begin."

*****

Carter Lannis paced nervously outside the bedroom door.

He had rarely felt so uneasy in his life.

No matter how she thought about it, apart from the moment when His Majesty approached the witch Anna without any warning, today was the second.

His wife, Mey, was about to give birth.

Just as she said, "Her status is the same as His Majesty's," Carter thought self-mockingly. Show some courage. Look at what you've become. Isn't it just giving birth to a child? Nana and Lily are here, and the medical center has sent several female nurses. What problem can there be? Even if it's a difficult birth, according to His Majesty, we can cut open the belly and take out the baby, which will save the lives of both of us.

But soon after this idea came to him, he was shaken again. "Can a person really give birth by cutting open the belly? That's terrible. No, no, no. I hope it's normal.

Bastard, how dare you doubt His Majesty's knowledge!

But … I've never heard of anyone giving birth like this. "

The two voices argued in the Chief Knight's mind, which almost made his head explode.

"Don't worry, Your Excellency," Irene comforted him. "Sister Mey will definitely make it, because … she's the strongest person I've ever met."

The other members of the Star Flower Troupe who came to visit also nodded.

"Thank you." Although Carter said that, the worry in his heart did not lessen at all. He felt a thin layer of sweat on his forehead as he struggled with all sorts of thoughts.

Suddenly, there was a storm of cheers outside the window.

He walked to the window and saw that under the cheers of countless people, a group of people wearing new military uniforms slowly walked through the long street, advancing towards the border wall. The brown and green fabric looked messy, but on these soldiers, they gave off a sense of steadiness that was as solid as a rock. The entire army was like a flowing land.

"Is today the day of the expedition?" Carter could not help but ask.

"Yes, my husband is also in it." Irene smiled reluctantly, but full of pride. "He's been looking forward to this revenge battle for a long time."

"Revenge?" he asked subconsciously.

"Yes! To comfort those who died in the hands of the demons. That's what he told me. "

The former star Knight would now fight for those ordinary people. The ideal country that His Majesty had mentioned in the past was now becoming a reality. He should have been one of them, and even the first person to fight for His Majesty. But he was getting further and further away from it.

For a moment, annoyance replaced the conflict in his mind, and he was a little distracted.

Until a childish cry came from the bedroom door.

In an instant, all his thoughts became blank.

His body reacted faster than his brain. When he came to his senses, he had already pushed open the door and rushed to the bedside.

A wrinkled baby was crying beside Mey's pillow, and the nurses were methodically dealing with the aftermath.

"Congratulations, Sir. It's a very healthy boy," someone said with a smile.

"Is … is it?" Carr moved step by step to the head of the bed and knelt on one knee. He looked at Mey, who was sweating under the candlelight. For a moment, he was stunned.

The endless cheers mixed with the cries of the children, like an ensemble celebrating the birth of a new child.

Mey opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but she was so weak that she could barely make a sound.

But Carter still understood what she wanted to say.

At that moment, a warm feeling welled up in his eyes.

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