Chapter 748 New Osha Clan

The dark night has already become a big obstacle for both sides in the war.

Facts have proved that once the bullet drop point and shooting effect cannot be observed, the accuracy of the machine gun squad will drop significantly. Although the number of machine guns put into the ambush this time was not as high as in the Cold Wind Ridge blockade, it was not enough to completely stop the cavalry charge. When the enemy dropped their torches, there were always dozens of people on the front line who could break through the crossfire nets, howling and rushing towards the artillery positions, and then became Danny's target.

The enemy also couldn't tell where the real threat was. They couldn't see their companions who had been beaten to pieces in the fire net, and they couldn't understand what kind of weapons stood on the sand dunes on both sides. By the time they realize that there are fewer and fewer people around them, it is too late.

Without the guidance of the torches, the cavalry who formed a new front line behind did not know what happened to the group of companions rushing forward. They could only see the roaring artillery not far away and the flickering guns on both sides. No matter how you think about it, the thunderous bombardment is more threatening than the sand dunes on both sides where no one can see.

It was precisely under this obstacle that the watchdog did not collapse at the first touch, but instead formed multiple assault lines one after another, rushing towards the position like sea waves.

In the eyes of these battle-tested clans, the continuous charge of sharp blades is the best way to disintegrate the enemy's will to fight - speed represents strength, and slaves and mercenaries can't resist for a long time in the face of tide-like offensives, no matter how much they look at. Such a solid front line, once the cavalry rushed in, it would not be long before it would become a beach of loose sand.

This created an excellent hunting opportunity for Danny.

Soon, he took down the twentieth prey.

But at the same time, he also noticed a strange phenomenon - several times when aiming at the enemy rushing to the front, there would always be a bullet that would take away the locked target earlier than him.

It's almost like someone is competing with him.

If only that's the case.

To Danny's excitement, this shooter lurking in the night is definitely a top hunter.

Because the enemy falls in the same direction every time.

If you choose to attack head-on like him and hit the upper body, the target will fall backwards, and if you hit the horse, it will roll forward-he can't explain the specific principle, but it is the same in all likelihood.

The target fell to the side, which only showed that the position of the hunter was on the sand dune on one side. And every time the impact point is the torso, not the mount.

what does that mean?

The opponent can not only capture the fast-running rider in the dark night, but also judge the target's arrival position before firing. Coupled with the unpredictable cold wind on the desert, this move can almost be called a magic weapon. It's almost a skill.

Are there any good players like this in the military?

Is it a member of the precision shooting team, or a soldier of the Musketeer Battalion who was selected by His Majesty and given a new type of bolt gun like himself?

Danny suppressed his excitement and accelerated his movements.

He doesn't want to lose to the opponent.

Especially in front of malt.

"There is one left on the right, two hundred and fifty meters away from the line of defense."

"He's mine."

...

In the middle of the night, the thunder gradually subsided, but Thuram never heard the cheers of returning warriors.

Although he was caught off guard, judging from the number of torches, there were nearly two thousand men assembled by the watchdogs. Win or lose, there must be news, right? But after the thunder subsided, no more movement could be heard in the night, like the mouth of a giant beast from the abyss, it swallowed all these two thousand people without even spitting out a single bone.

The flames burning in the oasis also gradually died down, and all the tribesmen who came to the Savior were sent to put out the fire—this was what Iron Ax asked him to do.

Thuram didn't know whether to be happy or sad at this moment.

The watchdog's oppression of his people never stopped, and he dreamed that one day they would suffer bad luck, such as offending the big clan in the city, or being killed by a rising challenger. In short, the other party's disaster is the thing that makes him feel the most happy.

But the new challenger is Iron Axe.

And he also intends to drag himself into this storm of competing for the head of the clan.

Maybe he should be persuaded to occupy the blood-stained land first, and then carefully consider the next move? The golden-eyed goddess behind him is indeed very powerful, but...the goddess of the Furious Flame clan is also not easy to mess with. Especially as the first clan, they can also actively choose the duel method. In the case of one-on-one with bare hands, Thuram is not optimistic about the goddess brought by the iron axe.

Although the holy duel is claimed to be the fairest way to compete, it is actually a competition between the clan forces behind it. Not only can you stumble before the duel, but you may not be able to avoid the opponent's tricks even when you are on the field. The brutal exile of the Osha people is proof that just having a few warriors who can fight does not guarantee the final victory.

But what puzzled him the most was why the King of Graycastle was suddenly interested in this desert land?

In the eyes of the northerners, this place has always been synonymous with barbarism and backwardness. They do not allow sand people to enter the kingdom's territory, nor do they want to intervene in clan disputes. The only people who travel between the two places are merchants, and the commodities are slaves.

In addition, what does it mean to bring "order and oasis" in Iron Ax's mouth? According to legend, only the envoys of the three gods can make the desert grow an oasis and stop the storm from raging. In other words, the extreme southern region was originally a lush land full of green grass, green trees and gurgling water. It was not until the death of the envoy that the earth changed. It became what it is today. When the three gods send new envoys, the extreme south will be restored to its original state again. But apart from the illusory rumors, no one has ever been able to achieve this, otherwise the sand people would not be fighting endlessly for water and food all day long.

While waiting anxiously, a white glow finally appeared in the sky.

Then Thuram faintly heard a strange sound of the horn. It was not as thick and dull as the Horn, but a little sharp, as if it was repeating tick-tock-tick-tick...

Not long after, a strange team appeared on the edge of the oasis.

They lined up in a row, approaching the Bloody Land in an unstoppable manner, and then a fierce battle broke out with the remaining watchdogs—perhaps not as fierce as he expected, a group of clan warriors rushed up with sabers, and then After a crackling explosion, they all fell to the ground. The rest of the people scattered in a rush, no longer caring about their companions who fell to the ground and groaned. After entering the oasis, they quickly controlled several sentry towers and surrounded the tavern.

When the woman with blue-gray hair and brown skin entered the room, Thuram knew he had no choice. Even though they had been separated for seven or eight years, he could still see some of her mother's appearance on the other's face.

He knelt down to Drow Yinyue, put his forehead on the cold floor, and said hoarsely, "I swear to the three gods, my clansmen and I are willing to serve you. From today onwards, you are the New Osha Clan patriarch."