While waiting, another little man ran down the ditch.
"Captain, you're so early." He took a deep breath, took off the cloth bag that he straddled, and put it at Danny's feet, "I've got all the ammunition here."
"If I was hunting in the mountains, I should have come back with my prey at this time," Danny said disapprovingly, "How much is given to me?"
"thirty."
"That's not enough," he muttered, "Damn mechanic."
The little man is the youngest soldier in the team, named Malt, who is only sixteen years old this year, and serves as his protector.
Each precision shooter will be equipped with a protector, who can quickly suppress the target when the enemy is approaching, so as to gain time to transfer or use the bayonet.
Danny didn't need protection, especially a child who was still underage. The reason why he chose malt as his protector was because he couldn't stand Karl Vanbert's request. He and the construction minister have been neighbors for many years. They used to live together in the streets of the new district. Naturally, they knew that the other party regarded all the children who graduated from the academy as their own children.
Since the marksman's position is usually further back, the protector will actually be safer for those soldiers assigned to the front line. Danny knew that His Majesty Roland was very disgusted with trusting relationships or mutual protection, which was one of the few things he could do.
Looking at the appearance of Malt squatting on the ground, he couldn't help but ask, "Have you ever thought about changing jobs?"
"Leaving the First Army?" Malt said without looking up, "No, I quite like it here."
"This is not a game of family," Danny raised his eyebrows. "We may die on the battlefield at any time. You don't need to take this risk. Those who can graduate from Carr College can go to City Hall. Work, where the pay is no less than that of the First Army, and it's very decent."
"But I don't like running errands for those officials all day. I want to pick it up to protect Your Majesty," the little man piled the eight millimeters cleaned out in front of the trench, "and" he suddenly paused when he said this, and his face became slightly pale. red.
"Because of Miss Nana?"
Malt didn't answer, but his cheeks turned even redder.
Danny couldn't help laughing out loud, "At least one person in the First Army admires Miss Angel, even if you line up, it won't be your turn. What's more, her father is a baron, even if he loses his fief, it's not you. It can be climbed high.”
"I-I didn't think so," Malt stubbornly said, "As long as I can see her every day, I'll be very satisfied."
Danny shook his head and stopped persuading. He knew how strong or paranoid people would become after being emotionally involved, because he was the same.
Whenever I have free time, as long as I close my eyes, the figure of the green woman will come into my mind.
If she hadn't rescued him, I'm afraid he would have already died in the forest.
At that time, she was still the devil's claw, the incarnation of evil, and Danny buried all this deeply in his heart and didn't dare to tell anyone. Unexpectedly, when they met again, the witch had already cleared her grievances and became innocent, and she also lived in the witch building in the castle area, and also opened up various experimental fields in the hidden forest.
He can't enter the castle area at will, so on vacation days, he always picks up a hunting bow and goes hunting in the Hidden Forest. Danny even thought that if he stopped serving as a soldier one day, he would apply to the city hall for a job as a ranger and make the Hidden Forest his new home.
"Woooo!"
Just then, the horn sounded.
This is the signal that the enemy is coming.
Danny pushed his thoughts down and re-balanced his support.
No matter what, he is still a warrior, fighting to protect His Majesty and overthrow the church that hunts witches.
As the sun gradually rose overhead, a group of men and horses in shiny armor appeared at the foot of the mountain.
In order to surround this only mountaineering route, the defense line was less than a kilometer away from the Hermes Mountains, and from the moment they descended the mountain, they had already entered the attack range of the artillery.
Danny knew that Iron Axe-sama wouldn't miss any chance to strike an enemy.
As if confirming his conjecture, a dull roar suddenly sounded behind him, as if thunder came from a distance in the sky, and he could even see blurred shadows flying over his head and flying towards the enemy.
The battle started without warning.
Due to the distance, Danny was able to clearly catch where the shells landed. The mud stirred up when it touched the ground was like a cluster of wild flowers blooming, and the long line of ants walking forward suddenly fell into a panic. For the first time, facing a blow that you can't even see a human figure, it's normal to feel panic. If it is an ordinary mercenary or militia, a few rounds of bombardment can completely collapse the morale.
But the army of the church did not retreat, they began to advance, and the formation became loose.
When Danny could clearly see the other party's clothing and weapons, this group of people had already eaten at least three rounds of bombardment of fifty field artillery positions, which was enough to make the bombardment continuous. It's a tough experience. They don't have war horses, and they can only walk this hell road on their feet.
According to rumors, the powerful God's Punishment Army erected a giant shield at the front of the team, forming a gray iron wall about 500 or 600 meters away from the first trench.
However, it is of little significance for the shells. As long as it can hit the giant shield, the shield will be torn apart, and the enemy behind it will be overturned to the ground.
"It can't go on like this," Danny shook his head, "I'm afraid they will be completely defeated if they don't reach the first ditch." He knew the firepower arrangement of the position very well, and first greeted the enemy between one thousand and five hundred meters with artillery fire. , before the opponents gather on the barbed wire, the machine firepower will sweep the battlefield, and the runner is only used for close combat after the opponent charges, and will not fire within 200 meters.
"Isn't it okay to be defeated?" Malt stood up on the edge of the trench and looked out.
"Of course, then I won't have any gains." Danny swept the arrangement into his pocket, picked it up and prepared to leave.
"Where are you going?" The little man hurriedly grabbed him.
"The trench further ahead," he shook off the latter's hand. "Just stay here."
"I will go with you!"
"Don't follow, this is the captain's order!"
Danny dropped those words, aiming at the waist and rubbing the longitudinal groove.
The sound of the cannonball landing became heavier, and even with every dull crash, a little dirt slipped from both sides of the tunnel and poured into his collar.
He knew that he was getting closer to the front of the battlefield.
Continuing to cross the three horizontal ditches, ignoring the strange gazes from other team members, Danny took advantage of the new round of cannonballs to land, and looked out at the great shield of the God's Punishment Army. He could even hear it. The enemy shouted and shouted hoarsely.
This distance is about 400 meters.
It's close enough.
Danny took a deep breath, set it up, aimed the crosshair just above the top edge of the shield, and pulled the trigger.
With a crisp sound, a string of blue blood rose from the back of the shield, and the giant shield and the shield holder fell to the ground together, revealing the bewildered judgement warrior behind him.
He pulled the latch, pulled out the steaming shell, and pushed it back into place with a click.
The sound of the cocking made his blood boil.
The first, thought Danny.