Release that Witch

Night is not a time to fight.

The evil moon can't see the sun, and the moon can't be seen. The faint cold light is sprinkled on the undulating desert. The side facing the light source can still see the outline, while the back is facing the fingers.

Therefore, whether it is offensive or defensive, the torch is an essential thing.

When the scattered fire appeared in the oasis direction, Danny carefully wiped a clip, then inserted the loading port and pulled the bolt up.

"The enemy is coming, pay attention."

"I can see it."

He first imitated the sound of malt, and then replied to himself.

In doing so, it is as if the malt is still by his side, acting as a protector and continuing to fight alongside him – even though he is no longer a member of the precision shooting team.

Since the execution of the confinement, Danny returned to the firearms camp, but Brian quickly found him and brought him a brand new musket.

It is the one he holds in his hand.

Although it looks no different from the bolts used by the precision shooting team, Danny realized that the gun was a great thing.

It's like a sword with a similar shape. Some of them are just a hand-made work that the blacksmith knocks out, and some are swords that can blow the hair.

The metal part of the gun body exudes a unique kind of light, the surface is smooth and the skin of the girl is normal; any interface is flat like a knife and axe, feels like a natural, without a hint of a thorny hand.

What surprised Danny most was that it had an extra single-tube gaze at the top, with two straight lines intersecting the mirror, and the center of the thin line was where the bullets landed.

He didn't know how this was achieved, but through the lookout mirror, the original blurry and small long-distance target was instantly clearer, in a sense equal to extending the range of the gun. And the subsequent test training also proved his feelings - this new gun has a higher shooting accuracy than the general bolt gun, in the absence of wind or breeze, the humanoid target within 500 meters, he hit The grasp of the head is as high as 90%.

After learning that the weapon was built for him, Danny was almost moved to tears on the spot. Although he committed a disciplinary mistake, His Majesty still did not give up on him, and gave him the right to freely choose the location of the shot in the position. This kind of treatment has nothing to do with his life.

It was only when Brian asked if he wanted to choose a protector, Danny refused without hesitation.

He already has his own protector.

This gun.

And malt.

There is more and more fire in the field of vision, like a star reflected in the sand sea - this is as expected by the conductor. Before each battle, the superiors will detail the battle intentions and combat objectives to each team, let them know how far the next battle will be played.

For example, the bonfires on the artillery positions and the speed of shooting at half an hour are all designed to induce the enemy to launch a counterattack, thus minimizing the watchdog clan's combatants and preparing for the total attack after dawn. The brightly lit position allows the enemy to notice the stranger. Controlling the firing frequency is to avoid the rapid and violent bombardment directly breaking the enemy.

Of course, Danny knew that the artillery battalion could not do the latter.

They look at people in the nostrils all day, but they don't know how much resources they have. The weapons and ammunition carried by the firearms can be carried by the soldiers alone, but the artillery battalion? Without the help of the witch named Hummingbird, even the guys who even eat can't move into the desert.

More than a dozen carriages, in which the carrying weight of the shells and machine guns accounted for more than half, a large wooden box, only two cannons can be placed inside. If you follow the practice of gunfire, don't do it for half an hour. The two fortresses can kill the ammunition you carry, and then? I can only blink on one side.

Although Danny admitted that the exercise showed an unparalleled power, he always felt that every shot was a golden dragon, and the group of people used this power as their own strength, and they did not know how to be high. Without the support of the wealthy treasury, they only have to eat in the face of the gun battalion!

Therefore, it is just a good idea to be afraid of breaking up the enemy. In the end, it is not necessary to leave some inventory to prevent accidents. After all, waiting for the new recruits to get through the oasis supply line, it may take a week or two to ship new ammunition.

Danny took the cross gaze into his eyes as he rushed into the first ambush circle of the first fire.

"Wind direction... northerly, stronger. Target, about seven hundred meters."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

He muttered alone, his finger on the trigger.

Considering that the head of the night battle will drop sharply, this time he did not leave the position too far, and chose to shoot head-to-head - so that even if the enemy is riding fast on the horse, the range of movement in the field of view will not be too large.

The sand people do not lose money. They are good at fighting barbarians. They are still scattered at first. When they are charged, they have become a neat front. The sound of the hooves is uniform, like the accelerating drums, and they drop the torches in their hands and pull out the matte knives. In this distance, the artillery positions that are intermittently roaring are the most eye-catching targets.

The backlit sand dunes on both sides suddenly flashed a continuous light spot.

Sudden procession ——————

The crisp machine gun sound was incorporated into the drums of the charge, proclaiming the official start of the ambush. Without the field guns, the heavy machine gun became the weapon with the longest range. The bullets swept like a stream of water to the assault line, and the desert suddenly boiled. The screams, curses, and shouts that broke out in the crowd broke out in the crowd, and the shadows under the night seemed to be a little faster.

And Danny turned a blind eye to this.

He only looked at the enemy who was in the first place.

"Five hundred meters, I caught you."

Finding a goal on a night without the moon is not an easy task. He can only confuse the enemy's charge, but it is also not a shooting act, not a hit on the head. Whether it's a horse or a rider, any part of the bullet can kill them.

Danny pulled the trigger, the gun body trembled slightly, and there was a **** smell of smoke in the nose.

I couldn’t see the bullet point, and there was no flying blood. The enemy just trembled and fell from the horse.

This is his hunting ground, Danny thought, this is where he should be.

"Do you see it, malt?"

"Don't distract, the next goal is coming."

"Ah, give it to me."