Chapter 747: Sniper

Night is not a time suitable for combat.

Xieyue couldn't see the sun, nor could she see the moon. The dim cold light sprinkled on the undulating desert, and the side facing the light source could still vaguely see the outline, while the side facing away could not see her fingers.

Therefore, whether it is offensive or defensive, torches are indispensable.

When scattered flames appeared in the direction of the oasis, Danny carefully wiped a magazine clip clean, then inserted it into the loading port, and pulled the bolt to load it.

"The enemy is coming, pay attention."

"I can see it."

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

In doing so, it was as if Malt was still by his side, acting as a protector, continuing to fight by his side-even though he was no longer part of the precision shooting team.

Danny has returned to the musket camp since his confinement, but Brian soon finds him and brings him a brand new musket.

It's the one he's holding in his hand now.

Even though it looked no different from the bolt-action guns used by the Precision Shooters, once in his hand, Danny knew it was something special.

It's like a long sword with a similar shape, some of which are just hand-crafted by blacksmiths, while others are swords that can blow hair and break hair.

The metal part of the gun body exudes a unique gloomy light, the surface is as smooth as a girl's skin; any interface is as smooth as a knife and an axe, and it feels as if it is natural to the touch, without any thorny feeling.

What surprised Danny the most was that an additional pair of monocular observation mirrors could be installed on the top of it. Two straight intersecting thin lines were engraved on the mirror surface, and the center of the thin line was where the bullet landed.

He didn't know how this was achieved, but through the looking glass, the blurry and small long-distance target was instantly clearer, which in a sense was equivalent to extending the range of the gun. Moreover, the subsequent test firing training also proved his feelings-the shooting accuracy of this new musket is much higher than that of ordinary bolt guns. The grasp of the middle head is as high as 90%.

After learning that His Majesty specially made this weapon for him, Danny was so moved that he almost shed tears on the spot. Although he made a disciplinary mistake, His Majesty still did not give up on him, and gave him the right to freely choose the shooting position in the position. This kind of treatment has no other thought than repaying his life.

But when Brian asked if he had a protector he wanted to pick, Danny refused without hesitation.

He already has his own protector.

this gun.

and malt.

More and more flames appeared in the field of vision, like stars reflected in the sea of ​​sand—this was as expected by the commander. Before each battle, the superior will explain the battle intention and combat goals to each team in detail, letting them know how far the next battle will be fought before it is over.

For example, the bonfire ignited on the artillery position, and the speed of firing once in half a quarter of an hour, are all designed to induce the enemy to launch a counterattack, thereby weakening the fighters of the Watchdog clan as much as possible, and preparing for the general attack after dawn. The brightly lit position can make the enemy notice the strangeness, and the control of the firing frequency is to avoid the rapid and violent bombardment from directly breaking up the enemy.

Of course, Danny knew that the artillery battalion couldn't do the latter.

They look at people with their nostrils all day long, but they don't know how much resources they occupy. The weapons and ammunition carried by the musket battalion can be carried by a soldier alone, but the artillery battalion? Without the help of the witch named Hummingbird, they couldn't even transport their food into the desert.

Of the dozen or so carriages, more than half of them were loaded with shells and machine gun shells. There was only room for two howitzers in such a large wooden box. If you follow the way of artillery fire drills, if you don't need it for half an hour, two fortress guns can wipe out all the ammunition they carry, and then what? He could only stare blankly at one side.

Although Danny admitted that the exercise showed unparalleled power, he always felt that every shot was a golden dragon, and that group of people took this power as their own strength, and they simply didn't know what to do. Without the support of His Majesty's rich treasury, they can only eat dirt in front of the Musketeer Battalion!

Therefore, the fear of breaking up the enemy is just a nice way of saying it. In the final analysis, it is not because I want to keep some stocks in case of accidents. After all, it might take a week or two before the recruits open up the oasis supply line and bring new ammunition up.

When the flames rushing to the front entered the ambush circle of the First Army, Danny moved the cross-scope to his eyes.

"The wind direction...northern, stronger. Target, about 700 meters."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

He muttered alone, his finger on the trigger.

Considering that the accuracy of fighting at night will be greatly reduced, this time he did not leave the position too far, and chose to shoot head-on-so that even if the enemy advances fast on horseback, the movement range in the field of vision will not be too large.

The sand people are barbarians who are good at fighting on horseback. At first, there were scattered fires, but when they charged, they had turned into a neat front line. The sound of horseshoes sounded in unison, like drums that were gradually accelerating. At the same time, they dropped the torches in their hands and drew out their dull sabers—the artillery positions that roared intermittently within this distance were the most eye-catching guiding targets.

Continuous light spots suddenly flickered on the backlit sand dunes on both sides.

chug chug —————

The crisp sound of machine guns was mixed with the drumbeat of the charge, announcing the official start of the ambush. Without the field artillery, the heavy machine gun became the weapon with the longest range. The bullets swept towards the charge line like running water, and the desert suddenly boiled. Caught off guard, screams, cursing, and shouts erupted from the crowd, and the shadows under the night seemed to move a little faster.

And Danny ignored it.

He only looked at the first enemy rushing.

"Five hundred meters, I caught you."

It was not easy to find the target on a moonless night. He could only vaguely distinguish the figure of the enemy charging, but this was also not a shooting act, and scoring was not based on hitting the head. Whether it was a horse or a rider, a shot in any part could kill them.

Danny pulled the trigger, the body of the gun trembled slightly, and the blood-boiling smell of gunpowder came from his nose.

There was no shot point in sight, and there was no flying blood. The enemy just trembled and fell off the horse.

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

"See that, Malt?"

"Don't be distracted, the next goal is coming."

"Ah, leave it to me."